Han Feng said coldly, "Unfortunately, I'm not a person who likes to reason."
"This is not a good habit; you should change it," I politely suggested.
What if I don't want to change?
I sighed and said, "If you mean you absolutely have to come through this door today, then come in. I can't exactly fight you!"
Before Han Feng could react, I stomped my foot and shouted, "Master Feng!"
Feng Xiansu looked at me in surprise.
"How could you be such a good steward? The exhibition has only been running for one day, and you've already lost the 'Gilded Silver Vajra-Patterned Yaksha Vase'! This is a family heirloom of our Gong family, a ritual implement used by Tibetan Living Buddhas in the bathing Buddha initiation ceremony. Now that it's gone, how are you going to explain this to me?"
I shouted this out of anger, anxiety, and frustration, leaving everyone present dumbfounded. They all thought I had suddenly lost my mind.
Feng Qiansu also seemed very surprised: "This..."
"What is this? Get the treasure back to me right now!" I shouted sternly. "The exhibition is heavily guarded. How could an outsider have stolen it? It must have been done by one of the attendees!"
At this point, my voice suddenly lowered, and I frowned, saying, "But the people invited to this exhibition are all close friends of the Gong family with a century-long relationship, so it's unlikely that..."
At this moment, Feng Qiansu suddenly said in a low voice, "Not all of them are close friends."
I was overjoyed, but Han Feng's expression changed.
Feng Qiansu said, "Has Miss forgotten that someone stole someone else's invitation?"
"Yes, I completely forgot!" I glanced at Han Feng and sneered, "What an audacious thief, daring to provoke the Gong family! Send down the order: mobilize thousands of Gong family disciples to track him down, and they will surely be apprehended!"
"Yes!" A smile appeared on Feng Qiansu's lips as she said calmly, "Senior Eagle, who came to view the exhibition, has not yet left. Shall we ask him for help?"
I gave her an appreciative look and nodded, saying, "That's wonderful! Uncle Ying is the number one expert in the Six Doors and a close friend of my family. He certainly won't refuse to help! You thief, you thief, even if you have wings, you can't escape the pursuit of the world's number one constable..."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Feng suddenly turned his head and walked away without saying a word.
I coldly watched his retreating figure, without inviting him to leave. I simply didn't want him to enter the Gong family's gate, not that I wanted to anger him to death.
From a young age, my father taught me a principle: whether it is an individual or a family, lowering one's own worth is the most foolish thing to do.
No matter how high Han Feng's martial arts skills were, or how much silver he had in his pocket, he was still just a decent-looking江湖人 (jianghu person) and not worthy of entering the gates of the Gong family, which had stood for generations.
I glanced down at the invitation in my hand, tossed it to my feet, and casually ordered, "Don't send out any more invitations to Xiao Donglai next year."
A person who can't even keep an invitation is not worthy of entering the Gong family's gate again.
Volume 1, Chapter 1: The Grand Gathering in Luoyang (3)
Chapter Three: The Fallen Young Master
The jade leaf fell to the ground, and the palace jadeite once again easily humiliated someone's pride.
I lowered my eyes, a silent sneer running through my mind. It seems the rule of recognizing the post title, not the person, will be completely abolished after this young lady takes office. Well then, Han Feng can only blame his bad luck; he brought this humiliation upon himself.
When she looked up again, she saw Gong Feicui reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. Her expression was clearly nonchalant, yet it exuded a kind of charm from the bottom of her heart, giving her a unique and captivating allure.
This young girl possesses exceptional beauty, exceptional intelligence, and an exceptional family background; no wonder she is so arrogant.
It was already noon, and half of the guests had arrived. Apart from Xiao Donglai, whose leg had been cut off, there were four others. It was uncertain whether they would arrive on time.
Just then, a person slowly walked towards them along the base of the wall.
On such a beautiful, sunny day in March, he seemed extremely sensitive to the cold, his neck tucked into his collar, his body hunched over, his hands tucked in, and every step he took seemed to require a long period of consideration. Seeing his lifeless appearance, one almost wished to go forward and walk for him.
Even Gong Feicui stopped in her tracks as she walked back into the house, looking at him with curiosity mixed with a hint of disdain.
The reason is simple: he's another guy who doesn't know how to dress or make a good impression.
She always appeared elegant and beautiful whenever she went out, and therefore always looked down on those who dressed sloppily and casually.
The distance from one end of the long street to the gate of the Gong family was only ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), but this man dawdled and took the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to walk there. When he reached the gate, he suddenly bowed deeply.
Not only the crowd, but even Gong Feicui in front of him was startled and quickly took a few steps back.
But he didn't actually kneel down; he just bent down to pick up the jade leaf from the ground and sighed, "Such fine jade, just throwing it away like that, how extravagant!"
His voice was languid, but his enunciation was clear, neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone present to hear.
I saw Gong Feicui's expression change instantly. When the color of her eyes darkened from light to dark, it meant she was angry.
The man straightened up, wiped the jade leaf left and right, then held it in his palm with great satisfaction. He looked up and smiled lazily, "I'm really lucky today. This stuff is enough for me to exchange for at least three days' worth of wine! Haha, not bad, not bad at all."
He looked very young, with an upturned mouth that seemed to be smiling all the time. He was quite handsome, but unfortunately, his clothes were in terrible condition. There were two large holes in the cuffs, and the hem was torn. The clothes were probably originally white, but now it was hard to tell.
Despite looking extremely disheveled, the young man seemed completely oblivious, appearing smug and self-satisfied. When he opened his eyes, they shone as if all the sunshine in the world had entered them.
It was him!
I lowered my eyes, suppressing a laugh—this person's arrival was bound to cause trouble.
The boy, like a cat, stretched out his body and then immediately returned to a hemispherical shape, hunching his back and drooping his head as he tried to enter. Gong Feicui immediately stretched out a hand, blocking his way: "Private exhibition, no entry without a permit."