Volume 1, Chapter 49: Are Third-Generation Wealthy Heirs Really That Impressive?

"Yan Feng, you... don't say that," Ye Nengshuang said, her face draining of color in panic.

To say she was on a blind date in front of so many people caused the young lady of this prestigious Kyoto family to blush furiously.

However, instead of letting go, Yan Fengjia tightened his grip around her supple waist.

His strong, well-knotted hand practically covered her perky, rounded backside.

"You... you're talking nonsense. How could Nengshuang possibly be on a blind date?" Su Liuyun, who had just been smiling, now wore an expression full of astonishment.

Yan Fengjia glanced sideways at the little head buried in his embrace, the corner of his mouth curving upward.

"Isn't she? Miss Ye, if you say no, I can let go right now, and I won't come to bother you again in the future."

Ye Nengshuang's pupils constricted, her lips pressed tightly together as she was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

With so many people watching!

Yet Yan Fengjia answered for her almost immediately.

He decisively released his grip.

"It seems I was just being overly sentimental. Since your friends are all here, I don't need to worry about your safety anymore. Goodbye."

His masters had once taught him that the ultimate killing move to captivate a woman was mastering the art of distance and boundaries.

"Yan Feng, wait." Sure enough, just as Yan Fengjia turned around, that soft little hand grabbed him from behind.

Yan Fengjia looked back sideways, "Is there something else, Miss Ye?"

Ye Nengshuang flushed crimson, "I... I don't know what to say, but please don't be angry."

"Then are you planning to go with your friend, or come with me?"

"I'll go... with you," Ye Nengshuang lowered her head, not daring to meet Yan Fengjia's eyes.

Master's second rule for wooing women:

Understand without exposing; a man should never ask for the answer, nor should he ever give a woman multiple-choice questions.

"As it happens, I didn't get enough to eat at your grandfather's banquet. Keep me company for a late-night snack."

With that, Yan Fengjia took Ye Nengshuang's slender little hand and left the scene under the watchful eyes of Su Liuyun and his entourage.

"Young Master Su, what's the deal with this kid? Judging by Miss Ye's attitude, could it be that they really won the approval of Elder Ye and are actually on a blind date?"

A woman dressed in revealing, sexy attire wore a mocking expression on her face.

Who didn't know that the young master of Kyoto's Supreme Heaven Auction House had been publicly and loudly pursuing Ye Nengshuang ever since she returned from abroad half a year ago?

Yet now, someone else had beaten him to it?

"What does he even amount to? The descendants of the eight patriarchs of the Supreme Monarch Group are supposed to keep things within the inner circle. Who does this bumpkin, coming from god knows where, think he is, trying to play dress-up in a suit and tie?"

Su Liuyun's face was dark as a storm cloud.

His pursuit of Ye Nengshuang was motivated firstly by her looks, and secondly by the desire for a future alliance between their two great families.

He couldn't exactly call it love. After all, he still wanted to enjoy several more years of freedom; even if she were a celestial maiden descending to earth, he would still want to wait until he grew tired of playing around before settling down.

However, if the guy knew full well that he was pursuing Ye Nengshuang and still had the audacity to muscle in, it meant he wasn't showing him any respect at all.

"Let's move," Su Liuyun spat coldly.

"Where to, Young Master Su? Going for a drink?" The scantily clad woman asked, her expression carrying a provocative edge.

"Drink your fucking mother's money! Ye Nengshuang is pure as ice and jade, she's my woman. That punk looks like a seasoned player; how could I just stand by and watch Ye Nengshuang get bullied?"

Meanwhile, over at the night market, a man and a woman standing by a barbecue stall formed a striking picture.

The man was tall and straight, with well-proportioned muscles.

Beneath thick, wild, and sword-like brows, his deep, narrow eyes seemed capable of making any woman sink into his profound affection.

The woman wore a spotless white long dress, her long, dark, and silky hair cascading over her shoulders. As it caught the breeze, it carried the faint, luxurious fragrance of a high-end body wash.

They were none other than Yan Fengjia and Ye Nengshuang, the scion of the Ye family.

"Why aren't you eating?" Yan Fengjia asked as he ate a skewer, noticing that Ye Nengshuang was merely watching without touching the food.

"Barbecue skewers are carcinogenic. Grandfather doesn't let me eat them, saying things from outside are unhygienic," Ye Nengshuang replied, her tone devoid of complaint, sounding instead like a conclusion reached after serious deliberation.

Yan Fengjia chuckled, "You've been born with a silver spoon in your mouth, never having to lift a finger. While many people look up to you, have you ever considered a certain question?"

"What question?"

"A person's life in this world spans a mere thirty-thousand-odd days."

"If you bind yourself with so many rules and regulations, and let hearsay dictate everything out of concern for your status, don't you think such a life is far too boring?"

Ye Nengshuang fell silent. Then, biting her red lip in thought for a moment, she reached out, picked up a fragrant grilled meat sausage, and took a small bite.

Watching this, Yan Fengjia secretly smiled to himself.

This Miss Ye truly lived inside a gilded cage woven for her by the Ye family.

Though she appeared unapproachable and untouchable to outsiders, it was precisely girls like this who, once you won their approval, tended to be remarkably obedient.

Just then, the roar of sports cars echoed down the street, drawing the attention of the pedestrians at the night market.

"Nengshuang, how can you eat this kind of trash here? Is that even fit for human consumption?"

Stepping out of his car, Su Liuyun walked over rapidly. "Come on, if you want to eat something, I'll take you to a high-end restaurant."

"Su Liuyun, why are you following us here?" Ye Nengshuang felt a surge of revulsion as she looked at the line of sports cars parked by the curb.

She utterly despised people who acted with such flamboyant arrogance.

By contrast, a man like Yan Fengjia—capable yet low-key—made her feel at ease.

At least with him, she didn't have to put on airs or play the upper-class role.

Su Liuyun's expression turned pitch black. Glancing at Yan Fengjia, who was still burying his head in eating skewers, he raised his foot and kicked the entire table flying.

Seeing this, the middle-aged couple running the barbecue stall hurriedly rushed over with apologetic smiles.

"Boss, we're just running a small business here. Please calm your anger."

"Fuck off!" Su Liuyun didn't care about ordinary working-class people at all, directly tossing out a bank card with no PIN required. "You damn beggars, take this and get lost."

"Su Liuyun, what do you think you're doing? Is having money all that great?" Ye Nengshuang stood up angrily. "Why must you humiliate people like this?"

"Nengshuang, you represent the Supreme Monarch Group, do you even realize that?"

"Eating this filthy stuff in a wretched place like this with some unknown drifter—aren't you worried about tarnishing the Ye family's image?"

"I can tell this punk has malicious intentions and is trying to harm you."

Yan Fengjia chuckled. "You keep spouting 'upper class' and 'lower class'—who the hell are you?"

Hearing a question touching on his strong suit, Su Liuyun smiled lightly. "Kid, your grandfather here is a member of the board of directors of the Supreme Monarch Group, the young master of the Su family, and the grandson of the owner of the Supreme Heaven Auction House."

"Oh, and so what?" Yan Fengjia stood up. "Is that supposed to be a big deal?"

At these words, the crowd of second-generation heirs behind Su Liuyun burst into loud laughter.

The scantily clad woman propped her rounded backside against the hood of a sports car, looking at Yan Fengjia with a curious gaze.

For some reason, she felt as though she had seen him somewhere before.

Yet she couldn't place it for the moment.

However, no sooner had the provocative and sexy woman lost herself in thought than a loud bang rang out.

Su Liuyun flew through the air, crashing heavily into a Lamborghini sports car.

Under the immense impact, the entire car window shattered into pieces.

"This is..."

The woman snapped back to attention, staring in astonishment.

She only saw Yan Fengjia retracting his long leg as he said indifferently, "So Kyoto's third-generation rich kids are a big deal? What are you acting so tough for?"