Chapter 103 The Legendary Pekingese

Golden Diamond Royal Court

Inside the luxurious private room, four people were playing cards together, while two others were playing pool on the right. Zhang Feng pushed open the door and first greeted one of the men playing pool.

Among the various young masters from Beijing's elite social circles who were out having fun, this man clearly held the highest status. He was Liu Xinlang from the Liu family. His status in the circle was roughly equal to that of Fu Yingzhou.

The group of people playing cards, from left to right, are: Li Shengjun (who is known for his exceptional skills), Shi Jing (who is known for his eccentricities), Hang Yi (who is known for his ruthless nature), and Wang Ruizhe (who is known for his strategic thinking). Playing billiards with Liu Xinlang is Dong Xiao (who is known for his cunning and manipulative nature).

Those eight are just a tiny bunch at the very top of the pyramid.

"How much did Lang Ge bleed today to make you play pool with him?" Zhang Feng asked Dong Xiao with a smile. The word "bleed" was used precisely. Liu Xinlang was a mediocre pool player, but the worse he was, the more he loved to play. He'd ruined all his brothers' games. And he didn't like playing with strangers. Now it was all about "spending money" to get someone to play with him.

Liu Xinlang stubbed out his cigarette and held up one finger.

"So little?" Zhang Feng was a little surprised.

Dong Xiao chuckled and shook his head: "A message." Zhang Feng knew this was something, so he didn't press further.

He tossed his coat aside and sat down between Li Shengjun and Shi Jing. Wang Ruizhe frowned as he looked at the coat on the sofa. He got up, picked up Zhang Feng's coat, shook it out, and hung it on the hanger.

Hang Yi clicked his tongue twice and said, "Ze, how about I marry you when I've had my fill of playing around? You'll be the perfect wife and mother." Although they weren't lacking in women given their wealth, Hang Yi was the most popular with the opposite sex among them; calling him a playboy wouldn't be an exaggeration. His captivating eyes, gazing at you with tender affection, could make you succumb to his gentlemanly demeanor. Only those who knew him well knew just how wicked he truly was.

“A pair of Kings.” Wang Ruizhe placed the two cards on the table and said to Hang Yi without looking up, “Starting next year, hIV will be officially included in the list of infectious diseases monitored by the General Administration of Customs.”

Everyone burst into laughter after he finished speaking.

Shi Jing: "Hahaha, you! Why did you have to provoke him!"

Hang Yi's charming eyes lost their amorousness. He pulled out a pair of Aces and slammed them on the table: "I'm a picky eater too, okay? Don't curse me!" Just as Hang Yi was about to play another card, Wang Ruizhe pulled out two 2s: "Sorry, I won."

Li Shengjun was speechless: "Can't you use your brain? You let the fox win again." After saying that, he told Zhang Feng to replace Hang Yi. Zhang Feng saw that Hang Yi also had a pair of 2s left in his hand, and immediately laughed: "You always lose, and you never learn." The highest card left was a pair of 2s, and Wang Ruizhe discarded a 3. He smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt and stood up.

"Zhang Feng, you can take my place. You'll all be marinated in a bit." Wang Ruizhe said with a look of disgust as he went to the restroom. He didn't smoke and hated the smell of smoke.

Among the brothers, Fu Yingzhou was undoubtedly the most handsome, but Shi Jing, with his baby face, also possessed a striking beauty. Unlike the gentle, breezy Hang Yi, Wang Ruizhe appeared refined and gentle, but was actually cold as ice, aloof and aloof. He wore narrow-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, and his long, narrow, almond-shaped eyes were like still water in a deep pool, usually without ripples. If you didn't look closely, you would only think he was easy to get along with. The brothers were good friends, so they knew him better. He was very strict about separating his inner and outer self. Gaining his approval was extremely difficult.

Zhang Feng: "Yingzhou asked me to tell you guys that his girlfriend is having a party on Saturday. If any of you guys have time, go and get to know her."

Dong Xiao stopped playing pool and casually placed his cue on the table. Someone leaned over and asked, "Which strong woman is it? Even Boss Fu can handle her. Aren't you afraid of getting stomach stones?"

Zhang Feng rolled his eyes at him: "If you're so capable, say it to Yingzhou's face."

"I'm incompetent."

Li Shengjun: "What's your background? You're not in the entertainment industry, are you?"

“Of course, those female powerhouses in the industry. Who can handle them?” Hang Yi chimed in.

Zhang Feng knew Shi Shi's background best, but he kept his mouth shut and only vaguely said, "Anyway, she's a decent girl, and Yingzhou is serious."

When he said that, everyone understood.

"How does she compare to Sister Ling?" Shi Jing asked curiously.

Zhang Feng thought for a moment: "She's prettier than her, more eloquent, and more interesting."

"That's nonsense. Anyone is more interesting than Sister Ling." Shi Jing is the grandson of the chairman of Shili Group. The project in Ling Xiaoyue's laboratory was developed by Shili.

They respected his ex-wife's sister, but they would never consider marrying her. After all, at their level, marrying anyone was considered charity. Unless they wanted to resolve things internally. Among them, only Li Shengjun's wife was his childhood sweetheart; the others were completely unrelated. Just think about it—knowing each other since childhood and being bound together for the rest of their lives—it's terrifying to even consider.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Zhang Feng, Wang Ruizhe, who had returned, said, "Yingzhou hasn't come to the gathering for so long, could it be that he's forgotten his friends for the sake of a pretty girl?"

Zhang Feng knew this. He nodded vigorously twice. Why ask so many questions? They'd run into each other on Saturday anyway. As long as he knew her place in Fu Yingzhou's heart, wasn't that enough?

... ...

On the other side, Shi Shijia also inquired about Fu Yingzhou's friend.

"Huh, a Pekingese??"

Sounding odd, Fu Yingzhou corrected her: "They are the Eight Young Masters of Kyoto."

"Oh, okay. Is there anything I should be careful about?"

He thought for a moment and said, "There are only two people you need to be careful of. One is Wang Ruizhe, who has a severe case of mysophobia. The other is Hang Yi, who is a bit of a womanizer. You should stay away from him."

Shi Shi pinched him: "With you being such a shining example, how could I possibly be interested in anyone else? Be confident, Young Master Fu." Besides, it sounded a bit like a Mary Sue story, and Shi Shi already knew her boyfriend came from an extraordinary family. The more she learned about him, the more she realized that reality was far more exaggerated than fiction.

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye. Since Shi Shi couldn't find a suitable gardener, she also handed over the decorations outside the villa to a party company.

The villa's gate was adorned with silk ribbons and was open. Wu Ruirui was at the entrance, helping Shi Shi greet the arriving guests. Although there were professional waitresses, with so many people around, to avoid any mishaps, Shen He's nanny also came to help. Aunt Zhang, outwardly calm but inwardly excited, oversaw everything. She had a feeling that if this party went smoothly, her salary and position would be secured!

Kyoto was already getting cold at this time of year. Outdoor activities were canceled. Only the outer perimeter of the villa was filled with all sorts of tulips. These were flown in that morning, and each blooming flower only lasts a day. This was one of the biggest expenses of the party. The entire first floor had been cleared out, and the whole villa was filled with traces of meticulous decoration. The sixth-floor button on the elevator was no longer in use, indicating that the sixth floor was a private area. Entertainment was limited to the fifth floor and below.

Everything is ready; all that's left is for everyone to arrive.