"Feng Brother, do you know these two?" the young man asked as he held his head high and glanced at Mu Hanyan and Mu Cheng from the corner of his eye.
"Fengting Brother, this is the cousin I mentioned before, the famous Eldest Young Master Mu from Heishi City," Mu Feng said with a mocking look on his face as he watched Mu Hanyan.
"So he is the number one playboy of Heishi City. Indeed, hearing about him doesn’t compare to meeting him in person. I didn’t expect him to still be so arrogant in Cangshan City," the young man said with a disdainful expression.
"Indeed, I didn’t expect that either," Mu Feng said coldly.
"Never mind, I thought he was your friend and was about to invite him to drink with us. Since he’s the top playboy of Heishi City, he surely doesn’t need my courtesy. Let’s go." The young man obviously had no good feelings toward Mu Hanyan, and without giving him another look, he led Mu Feng and the others straight upstairs.
Mu Hanyan rolled his eyes. Am I not just hungry and want to quietly enjoy a good meal? Who have I bothered? Ah, when all is said and done, it’s still because the name of Heishi City’s number one playboy is too notorious.
"Who is this guy, his eyes are practically on the top of his head," Mu Cheng said displeased.
Even if it’s just a Branch Family, the Mu Family’s reputation is much stronger than ordinary families. They have always looked down on others; never have they been looked down upon , and naturally, Mu Cheng felt annoyed.
"Fengting, Fengting, who is this descendant of?" Mu Hanyan was also wondering about this. From the man’s style and attire, he definitely came from significant origins, but Mu Hanyan couldn’t recall at the moment.
"Gentlemen, there are no more private rooms available, and even the main hall is full. There’s only one table left, do you want it?" At this moment, another customer entered, and the servant couldn’t help but urge them. However, his attitude was still respectful, having heard the exchanges about the Heishi City’s number one playboy—a title some might afford to overlook, but not him.
"Yes, why not?" Mu Hanyan immediately responded. Never mind the private room, let’s fill our stomachs first.
"Gentlemen, please follow me," the servant led them inside. Fresh chapters posted on noᴠelfire.net
As they walked, Mu Hanyan continued to ponder the origins of the young man.
The servant pointed to the last table, located in the most cornered, cramped, and dimly lit part of the wall—likely a temporary addition given how good business was. Mu Hanyan didn’t mind too much.
"Excuse me, excuse me." As they were walking, someone hurriedly passed by them, muttering under their breath.
Hmm, that voice sounds familiar, Mu Hanyan thought casually, seeing a servant hurry by the table; he caught only a glimpse of a profile, but it looked somewhat familiar too.
"Right, it’s someone from the Qu family, from the Nanxi Qu Family." Just then, Mu Cheng slapped his forehead, apparently figuring out the young man’s origins. This interrupted Mu Hanyan’s train of thought, and he no longer thought about the familiar-faced person from earlier.
"The Qu family, Qu Fengting." Hearing him mention it, Mu Hanyan remembered who the man was—Qu Fengting, the Young Master of the Nanxi Qu Family.
Why would this guy participate in this kind of trial? Mu Hanyan was puzzled. The Nanxi Qu Family, like the Mu Family, was a branch of a Beijing Family. However, unlike the Mu Family branch in Heishi City, the Qu Family in the county had been deeply rooted for many years. Even disregarding their connection to the Qu Family in Beijing, they commanded their own respect and naturally held a much higher status than Heishi City’s Mu Family branch.
Logically speaking, with the identity of Qu Fengting, the Young Master of the Nanxi Qu Family, he really shouldn’t need to participate in this kind of trial.