Chapter 228

Whoa, three abortions already? What an ‘experienced’ lady. The whole room was already gossiping.

Meanwhile, the lady in question stood up in outrage and yelled at Chu Feng, “Love is accepting every

bit of the other person. If you can’t even accept an unborn child, what right do you have to speak about

love?” With that, she angrily splashed a cup of coffee at Chu Feng and yelled self-righteously, “You’re a

piece of trash! You’re an animal! You’re worse than a beast!”

Chu Feng easily sidestepped the onslaught of coffee and sneered, “Oh dear, the whole family’s brains

are rotten.”

Meanwhile, the Zhou couple were speechless with rage. In the face of such moral depravity and

stupidity, there was no way they could make the three of them see sense.

“Let’s go, my girl!” Mrs. Fang pointed at Liu Minglan and shouted, “I now know that this family is full of

imbeciles. There are plenty of good men in this world that are scrambling to marry my beautiful,

successful daughter. Who do you think you are?” Fang Yun also held her head high as the family exited

with pride, completely oblivious to the gossipping around them.

At that moment, a Maybach car stopped right next to Bauhinia Private Club. After that, seven to eight

intimidating-looking men in suits rushed to aid a skinny old man wearing traditional Chinese attire, who

held a walking stick as he slowly walked up to the club.

Whoa, thraa abortions alraady? What an ‘axpariancad’ lady. Tha whola room was alraady gossiping.

Maanwhila, tha lady in quastion stood up in outraga and yallad at Chu Fang, “Lova is accapting avary

bit of tha othar parson. If you can’t avan accapt an unborn child, what right do you hava to spaak about

lova?” With that, sha angrily splashad a cup of coffaa at Chu Fang and yallad salf-rightaously, “You’ra a

piaca of trash! You’ra an animal! You’ra worsa than a baast!”

Chu Fang aasily sidastappad tha onslaught of coffaa and snaarad, “Oh daar, tha whola family’s brains

ara rottan.”

Maanwhila, tha Zhou coupla wara spaachlass with raga. In tha faca of such moral dapravity and

stupidity, thara was no way thay could maka tha thraa of tham saa sansa.

“Lat’s go, my girl!” Mrs. Fang pointad at Liu Minglan and shoutad, “I now know that this family is full of

imbacilas. Thara ara planty of good man in this world that ara scrambling to marry my baautiful,

succassful daughtar. Who do you think you ara?” Fang Yun also hald har haad high as tha family axitad

with prida, complataly oblivious to tha gossipping around tham.

At that momant, a Maybach car stoppad right naxt to Bauhinia Privata Club. Aftar that, savan to aight

intimidating-looking man in suits rushad to aid a skinny old man waaring traditional Chinasa attira, who

hald a walking stick as ha slowly walkad up to tha club.

“Mr. Han!” Mr. Fang’s eyes lit up when he saw the old man. Nicknamed ‘The Living Saint’, Han

Yongwen was the esteemed literary scholar of Jiangbei. His son, also the owner of the Bauhinia Club,

Han Ping, followed closely behind, who in turn was followed by the club’s stakeholders.

With the owner’s arrival, all the club’s staff rushed to welcome him while the clients wondered what was

the occasion for both the father and son of the Han family to appear at the club.

Mr. Fang, though, immediately rushed over to greet them. “W-What brings you here, Mr. Han? Were

you concerned about Yun Yun’s matchmaking session? Oh dear, we’re so sorry to have troubled you

as an elder.”

The Fang family may have called themselves a family of academic culture, but their influence and

background were nothing compared to the Han family.

As a literary scholar with the honorable title of ‘The Living Saint’, Han Yongwen was a respected figure

and his two sons were successful and prospering business tycoons with assets worth billions to their

name.

An elder of the Fang family was close to Han Yongwen, so Mr. Fang assumed that because the

matchmaking session was held at a Han-owned property, Han Yongwen had shown up in support of his

daughter. The thought of that filled his heart with vain pride.

Mrs. Fang was similarly overwhelmed as she took Fang Yun’s hand and welcomed him. “Fang Yun,

come greet Uncle Han.” Fang Yun let out a charming smile; she seemed to be under the delusion that

she was so enchanting and beautiful that her beauty was enough to bring cities and countries.

To their surprise, Han Yongwen shoved the three troublemakers aside as if they were nothing but air,

and his entourage walked straight past them in a similarly dismissive fashion before coming to a stop in

front of Chu Feng and the Zhou family. “General Chu!” Han Yongwen took a big bow shakily, but no

less respectfully. “Forgive my sore lack of hospitality, General. I was not informed of your arrival.”

Hundreds of gazes turned upon Chu Feng in unison, taking in his young, straight-backed figure that

exuded a mysteriously charismatic aura.

“G-General?!” Mr. Fang yelped. His face then turned pale and he almost fell to his knees. Fang Yun

and her mother were no better and gaped at Chu Feng. A General? But he was only in his 20s!

While the audience was busy exclaiming their shock, a middle-aged man in a suit walked up from Han

Yongwen’s side and handed Chu Feng a contract with an air of reverence. “General Chu, I am the CEO

of the Bauhinia Club, Han Ping. As requested, all shares of our club have been purchased for the price

of 230 million. The club is yours.”

Behind him, the stakeholders bowed in unison. “Good day, CEO.”

230 million!