Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 81: Sorry, I’m Not Familiar with You

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Sorry, I’m Not Familiar with You

Dong Peiyun was in high spirits talking about Master Wu and was just about to take a sip from her glass of wine.

At that moment, seeing Wu Tiangang arrive and bow to Chen Fan, her smile stopped abruptly, and she accidentally dropped her wine glass onto the table, spilling the wine all over herself.

The socialites nearby hurried to set the glass upright and wiped Dong Peiyun with a napkin, "Peiyun, what happened to you? Why did you spill your wine?"

Dong Peiyun stared at Wu Tiangang, muttering to herself, "Wu... Master Wu, why’s he here? And why is he bowing to Chen Fan?"

The socialites didn’t recognize Master Wu, turned their heads for a glance, and frowned, "Peiyun, are you sure you saw it right? Why would Master Wu bow to someone like Chen Fan?"

Dong Peiyun kept her gaze fixed on Wu Tiangang, no longer paying attention to the socialites.

Wu Tiangang handed the Celestial Master banquet invitation to Chen Fan, "Master Chen, this is the invitation to the Celestial Master banquet. If I can’t finish my business tomorrow, you can go ahead."

Chen Fan took the invitation, "Okay, I got it."

Wu Tiangang smiled, "Then I won’t disturb you any longer, I’ll take my leave now."

At this, Dong Peiyun suddenly stood up, extremely respectfully, "Wu... Master Wu!"

Wu Tiangang turned his head to look, puzzled, "Who are you?"

Dong Peiyun was a bit flustered, "I... I’m that girl from the Dong family, you just saw me not long ago, remember? You’re also supposed to come to our place to check the feng shui in a few days."

Wu Tiangang suddenly realized and smiled, "Oh, the young lady from the Dong family, now I remember."

Dong Peiyun finally breathed a sigh of relief; if Wu Tiangang had directly said he didn’t recognize her, she would have been mortified.

"Master Wu, what are you doing here?" Dong Peiyun asked.

Wu Tiangang respectfully glanced at Chen Fan, "I came to deliver the Celestial Master banquet invitation to Master Chen. It’s quite a coincidence that you’re here too."

Dong Peiyun’s pupils constricted, and her voice trembled, "Chen... Master Chen, he’s Master Chen?"

The socialites behind her were all shocked.

Wu Tiangang nodded, "Indeed, Master Chen is no ordinary person. You should feel honored to be able to be friends with him."

At that moment, Chen Fan let out a cold laugh, "She’s not my friend."

Wu Tiangang was taken aback, then guessed something and quickly apologized to Chen Fan, "Master Chen, it was presumptuous of me to guess. Please forgive me."

Then he turned to Dong Peiyun, "Miss Dong, I’ve just remembered that I have a prior engagement in a couple of days, so I won’t be able to check the feng shui for your family. You should find someone else."

Chen Fan showed obvious hostility toward Dong Peiyun, and Wu Tiangang knew that if he went to check the feng shui for the Dong family, it would be disrespectful to Chen Fan.

Dong Peiyun was dumbfounded.

She never expected that a single statement from Chen Fan would lead to Master Wu refusing to help her family with feng shui.

If her father found out about this once she got home, she was as good as dead!

She showed a face full of pleas, "Master Wu..."

Wu Tiangang no longer paid her any attention, bowed to Chen Fan, "Master Chen, I’ll take my leave now."

He then turned and left the tavern.

Dong Peiyun was panic-stricken, looking towards Chen Fan, full of regret, "Chen Fan, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have treated you with that attitude before, can you please plead with Master Wu for me? If he doesn’t help my family with the feng shui, I’m done for when I get back..."

Chen Fan gave a cold laugh, "Sorry, but I don’t know you that well."

As a Cultivator, Chen Fan had an extraordinary sense of hearing; he had listened to the entire conversation between Dong Peiyun and the socialites.

The statement just now, he had made it deliberately for Wu Tiangang to hear, precisely to make Wu Tiangang refuse to check the feng shui for the Dong family.

Dong Peiyun had started by ridiculing Su Qingyan coldly and mockingly; how could Chen Fan possibly let her off easy?

The socialites who had been flocking around Dong Peiyun had already discerned the situation and suddenly became cold towards her.

"Dong Peiyun, you’ve just spilled your wine, and your clothes are wet; you should go sit on the side."

"Exactly, you can’t even hold onto a wine glass properly; you’ve gotten my shoes wet."

"Quick, quick, go sit on the side, don’t interfere with my offering a toast to Master Chen."

...

Dong Peiyun looked at the socialites with a face full of grievance, eventually fixing her gaze on the one who had consoled her just moments ago.

That socialite glanced at her, then stood up.

Dong Peiyun thought she was going to speak up for her; her heart swelled with gratitude, thinking that only a true friend would help her at a time like this.

But then she saw that socialite pick up a glass of wine and walk up to Chen Fan, "Master Chen, I offer you a toast. Dong Peiyun was in my way just now, preventing me from toasting you, please don’t take it to heart."

Dong Peiyun’s face turned ashen, and she almost burst into tears.

Chen Fan and Su Qingyan both watched Dong Peiyun with schadenfreude, feeling very refreshed in their hearts.

Su Qingyan happily wrapped her arms around Chen Fan’s arm and whispered into his ear, "Thank you for standing up for me."

The corners of Chen Fan’s mouth curled slightly; he wanted to turn his head and kiss Su Qingyan.

But remembering that Su Qingyan was menstruating, if he touched her now, he might lose control later on and they could end up in a fierce battle, so he had to hold back.

Seeing Chen Fan’s hesitance to kiss, Su Qingyan pouted, "Why won’t you kiss me?"

Chen Fan chuckled awkwardly, leaned in close to her ear, "Do you remember what I told you last time, that once I touch you, I can’t control myself?"

Su Qingyan’s cheeks flushed, and she pinched Chen Fan through his clothes, "You jerk, I’m on my period, could you pick a better time to try and tease me?"

Chen Fan explained, "I’m not teasing you, it’s true..."

Su Qingyan turned her head away, "Hmph, only a fool would believe the words of you men!"

Chen Fan looked helpless.

At that moment, Ding Ling came over to offer Chen Fan a toast, which alleviated the awkward atmosphere between the two.

After a long while, the dinner party ended.

Everybody said their goodbyes, with almost everyone politely saying a few words to Chen Fan and Su Qingyan before leaving.

Only Dong Peiyun, with no one paying her any mind, left in a downtrodden manner.

Ding Ling joined Chen Fan and Su Qingyan for a walk on the road to sober up.

"Dong Peiyun left with such a dark expression, it was totally hilarious," Su Qingyan said with a smile on her face.

Ding Ling, with a laugh, looked at Chen Fan, "I really didn’t expect your boyfriend to be so impressive, not only is he the famous Master Qingyun, but he is also Master Chen, who even Master Wu pays great respect to. It’s truly admirable."

Su Qingyan’s smile grew even brighter, "Don’t praise him like that, or he’ll start getting cocky."

Chen Fan also smiled, feeling proud that Su Qingyan was proud of him, which was a form of recognition for him.

Then Su Qingyan suddenly changed the subject, "Ding Ling, during the dinner, I noticed you downed your drinks quite a bit. Are you troubled by something?"

Ding Ling’s smile slowly turned into worry as she walked and lowered her head, "My dad’s illness has worsened, and he probably doesn’t have much time left."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyan immediately stopped and grabbed Ding Ling’s hand, her brows furrowed, "Uncle is sick? Why haven’t I heard you mention it before?"

Ding Ling smiled weakly, "There’s no point in mentioning it; he’s almost gone, and telling you would only affect your mood."

Chen Fan, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What disease does uncle have?"