Chapter 122: This Is Going Too Far

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The Li Family Villa.
Li Xianwu and the others were on tenterhooks!
Even Li Zhendong, the elderly head of the family, wore a stiff expression, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
Because today the Li family was hosting a very important guest!
A prominent figure from the North—
Mo Feng!
Mo Feng, the legitimate son of the powerful Mo family in the North, and the strongest contender to become the next head of the Mo clan.
Talented both in literature and martial arts, exceptionally intelligent.
“Young Master Mo, these are authentic local dishes from Qian City, specially prepared by the best chefs hired by the Li family head.”
Qin Changqing smiled awkwardly; in front of Mo Feng, he was but a mere ant.
He had already discussed with Li Xianwu. Today, they would implement their first plan.
“You two family heads are very kind,” Qin Feng smiled politely.
“Young Master Mo, come, let me toast you,” Li Zhendong respectfully raised his glass to Mo Feng.
Mo Feng took a sip, his gaze turning toward Qin Changqing. “Family Head Qin, is it just us men drinking straight liquor? How dull.”
Qin Changqing caught on immediately; he had already realized yesterday that Mo Feng was a lecher and had prepared accordingly.
He exchanged a glance with Li Xianwu, who nodded in understanding, then called toward the door of another room, “Yinzhu, come out and have a few drinks with Young Master Mo.”
Soon, a well-dressed young woman with peerless beauty and exquisite temperament appeared.
She was in her early twenties, about 1.68 meters tall, stunningly beautiful.
She was none other than Li Xianwu’s daughter—
Li Yinzhu!
In reality, Li Yinzhu was Li Xianwu’s niece; her father had died early, so she had been raised almost entirely by her uncle Li Xianwu.
She was a staunch supporter of Li Xianwu’s faction.
So this time, when Li Xianwu asked her to accompany Mo Feng, she did not refuse.
More importantly, she wanted to use this opportunity to climb onto the influential Mo family branch.
“Young Master Mo,” Li Yinzhu approached gracefully, her eyes full of charm.
Li Yinzhu was indeed beautiful, worthy of being one of Qian City’s famed beauties. She was a goddess in countless men’s hearts, every step and smile as if blooming lotus petals.
Everyone else assumed Mo Feng would surely be pleased with Li Yinzhu.
After all, beauties of Li Yinzhu’s caliber were rare.
Yet unexpectedly, Mo Feng’s gaze merely swept over Li Yinzhu and instantly lost interest.
Over the years in the North, what kinds of beauties hadn’t he experienced?
He was long since uninterested.
“Step aside,” Mo Feng said curtly, waving his hand, giving Li Yinzhu no face at all.
Li Yinzhu was stunned.
Li Xianwu was stunned.
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Qin Changqing was stunned.
Mo Feng actually showed no interest in Li Yinzhu, which took them by great surprise, a profound one at that.
“May I ask, Young Master Mo, what type of beauty do you prefer?” Qin Changqing tried to inquire.
“Beauty, to me, is just a form—women. Without any distinctive traits, aren’t they all the same?” Mo Feng smiled.
“Wise words, Young Master Mo,” Qin Changqing agreed, but inwardly he was clueless, completely unaware of Mo Feng’s preference.
Li Xianwu and the others were also at a loss for how to proceed.
The most critical point was that if Mo Feng dismissed Li Yinzhu, he would certainly have no interest in the Li sisters either.
It was unexpected that none of Qian City’s peerless beauties could catch Mo Feng’s eye.
This left everyone feeling somewhat disheartened.
As expected of a great Northern family, their standards were indeed high!
“Xianwu, the wine you requested has arrived.”
Suddenly, a woman in her thirties entered the room carrying a bottle of local earthenware wine.
She had a full figure, comfortably starting at a 36D, and her skin was well-maintained.
Mo Feng glanced at her, his eyes lighting up.
“And who might this be?” Mo Feng asked, his gaze fixed on the woman’s ample bosom.
Li Xianwu was taken aback. This was the young wife he had married just a few years ago, over twenty years his junior, and the woman he doted on most.
This woman had no particular talents; her greatest skill was being a good wife.
This was also why Li Xianwu had separated from his first wife for her sake.
“She is my wife, Tan Feng,” Li Xianwu introduced awkwardly.
Mo Feng ignored Li Xianwu and stared intently at Tan Feng. “So you are Lady Li. Quite young. Come, sit here.”
He gestured to the empty seat beside him.
Tan Feng was somewhat nervous; she knew Mo Feng’s status and was afraid.
She looked at Li Xianwu. Only after he nodded did she obediently sit beside Mo Feng and pour him a drink.
She had specially brought some aged wine.
Li Xianwu was somewhat annoyed.
Mo Feng was going too far!
That was his wife. Mo Feng actually wanted his wife to sit beside him!
What was his meaning?
Did he think Li Xianwu didn’t exist?
He was about to say something when Qin Changqing shot him a warning glance.
The look clearly said:
At a time like this, is it worth offending someone like Mo Feng over one woman?
Even if you want to fall out, you won’t make a ripple.
Didn’t you see that burly man by Mo Feng’s side?
A walking aura of killing intent—anyone who provoked Mo Feng would surely meet a dead end!
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The burly man sitting beside Mo Feng was called the Dragon Slayer.
He was a renowned expert of the Mo family, his hands stained with unknown amounts of blood.
He was here now as Mo Feng’s bodyguard.
Mo Feng was one of the future inheritors of the Mo family; no mistakes could be allowed.
He said nothing, just sat there quietly by Mo Feng’s side, suffocating the entire room’s atmosphere to the utmost.
Tan Feng poured a glass of wine for Mo Feng, who suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
“Ah!”
Tan Feng cried out. Li Xianwu felt as if his face had been slapped hard; his anger soared to the peak.
Nearby, Li Yinzhu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Mo Feng actually liked this type of woman—this completely defied her expectations.
She had always prided herself as Qian City’s number one beauty, having rejected many suitors from noble families, proud and aloof.
Unexpectedly, today she was defeated by a woman in her thirties.
This was no small blow to her.
“Don’t be nervous, we’re just having some drinks,” Mo Feng laughed heartily, enjoying watching Tan Feng’s mixture of shyness and fear.
After years of indulgence, he actually preferred mature women now.
Especially someone like Tan Feng, ripe as a juicy peach, full of flavor.
Of course, he especially liked to tease her in front of her husband—this gave him a thrill.
Because no one dared to make a move against him.
Tan Feng blushed deeply, her fear intensifying.
She stiffened completely, not daring to meet Li Xianwu’s eyes.
She gritted her teeth, waiting for her husband to speak.
But even after a long time, Mo Feng’s hand had already...
Li Xianwu still had not said a word.
Tan Feng felt despair creeping in!
At this moment, Li Xianwu looked at Tan Feng’s fair skin...
And at Mo Feng’s hand...
His anger peaked!
He wished he could overturn the table!
Mo Feng was truly pushing his luck!
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