Chapter 228
Whoa, three abortions already? What an ‘experienced’dy. The whole room was already
gossiping.
Meanwhile, thedy in question stood up in outrage and yelled at Chu Feng, “Love is epting
every bit of the other person. If you can’t even ept an unborn child, what right do you have to
speak about love?” With that, she angrily sshed 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 onught 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 Minn 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,
sessful daughter. Who do you think you are?” Fang Yun also held her head high as the family
exited with pride,pletely 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.
“Mr. Han!” Mr. Fang’s eyes lit up when he saw the old man. Nicknamed ‘The Living Saint’, Han
Yongwen was the esteemed literary schr 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 wee him while the clients wondered what
was the asion 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 nothingpared to the Han family.
As a literary schr with the honorable title of ‘The Living Saint’, Han Yongwen was a respected
figure and his two sons were sessful 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 simrly overwhelmed as she took Fang Yun’s hand and weed 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.
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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 simrly dismissive fashion beforeing 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 soreck 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 eximing 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!