Sun Young Master?
A flash of murderous intent suddenly appeared between Fang Yu’s brows, disappearing in an instant.
He turned his gaze to Xu Zhaopei.
Xu Zhaopei guiltily said, "Fang Yu... I didn’t mean to keep it from you!"
"What exactly is going on?" Fang Yu asked.
"My grandfather wants to betroth me to the Young Master of the Sun Family!" Xu Zhaopei hurriedly explained, "Originally, I thought of having you pretend to be my boyfriend to deceive them... but the day before yesterday, the Sun Family came to propose!"
Hearing this, Fang Yu nodded.
So that was the case.
Beside them, Xiao He, wearing a smile, said, "Dr. Xu, don’t overthink it. I didn’t see anything just now, and I heard you mention that you have a fiancée... I’ll clarify this in front of Young Master Sun."
Fang Yu turned his head and looked at him indifferently.
"I killed your brother, and you can still speak with such amiability. It’s a pity not to be an actor."
A flash of murderous intent briefly passed through Xiao He’s eyes, and hatred surged in his heart... but still, he forcibly restrained himself and said with a smile:
"It was my good-for-nothing brother who did wrong, he got what he deserved... As for Dr. Fang, you said you were stabbed... I apologize on behalf of my brother."
Watching the hypocritical Xiao He, Fang Yu smiled and said, "Are you done talking?"
Xiao He was startled.
Like scolding a dog, Fang Yu said, "If you’re done, then get lost?!"
"You—"
Xiao He’s face turned angry as he pointed at Fang Yu. He wanted to curse out loud, but remembering that he was the Iron Fist King, he had to hold it back. He then snorted coldly and stormed off.
Walking outside the restaurant, Xiao He looked back.
You won’t live much longer... Why should I bother with a dead man.
Restaurant interior.
Fang Yu looked at Xu Zhaopei with interest.
"The Young Master of the Sun Family, isn’t that quite good? Powerful and influential."
"Fang Yu!"
Xu Zhaopei’s eyes widened dramatically as she said resentfully, "I don’t like him!"
"Do you like me?" Fang Yu found it amusing. Not liking either choice, why use me as a scapegoat?
"I do!"
"..."
This woman, it seems like she had long planned how to trap him.
"We’ve only known each other for a short time and you say you like me!" Fang Yu rolled his eyes.
"I won’t marry anyway..." Xu Zhaopei crossed her arms, "My grandfather only wants to curry favor with the Sun Family. I refuse to be the sacrificial lamb in an arranged marriage."
Fang Yu sighed softly.
Aristocratic marriages are all the same.
Talking about marriages and proposals, it’s always about matching families. Fang Yu’s own marriage arrangement seemed to be the same.
"Everyone in your family agrees with you marrying the Young Master of the Sun Family?"
"The opinions of others are irrelevant. My grandfather has the final say!"
Fang Yu nodded:
"So, you want me to be your boyfriend?"
Xu Zhaopei nodded and said, "Although you are annoying at times, you are definitely better than the Young Master of the Sun Family!"
"—"
Fang Yu widened his eyes, "And you say you like me!"
Seeing Fang Yu’s expression, Xu Zhaopei immediately changed her tone, pleading, "Please, just be my boyfriend, okay? I promise you, as long as you are my boyfriend, I’ll let you see me—"
Xu Zhaopei had decided, she would rather die than marry that Young Master of the Sun Family. Her happiness for life should be in her own hands.
However...
Fang Yu said, "Sorry, I can help you, but I can’t be your man..."
"Why?"
"I’ve said it before, I have a fiancée," Fang Yu said earnestly.
He didn’t want to get involved in this kind of vortex when it concerned women.
Xu Zhaopei was taken aback, asking, "Is it Jiang Wei?"
"No."
Fang Yu replied, "Honestly, I’ve never met her."
As he spoke, Fang Yu sighed. Despite extensive searching, there was still no news of Ye Wenjun. Oh Ye Wenjun, where are you?
"You can’t be serious, you’re like me?" Xu Zhaopei gossiped.
"How could that be... Between her and me, it’s true love," Fang Yu solemnly stated.
Shameless, claiming it’s love without even having met.
...
...
In Jiangzhou, Jiangbei, at the Sun Family residence,
a handsome young man dressed in splendid clothes arrived outside a courtyard.
This person was the young master of the Sun Family, Sun Junzhong.
Knock, Knock—
Sun Junzhong knocked on the wooden door.
"Come in."
Sun Junzhong pushed open the wooden door and saw an old man in casual clothes, sipping tea.
"Grandfather," Sun Junzhong bowed.
The old man looked up and asked indifferently, "How are things going?"
"Fairly smoothly, except the Xu Family patriarch mentioned that we should consider his granddaughter Xu Zhaopei’s wishes regarding the marriage."
"And what did the Xu Family patriarch have to say?"
"He had no objections."
The elder nodded and said, "That practically settles it. The Xu Family wants to cling to a higher branch; in Jiangzhou, they could only choose our Sun Family. Although the Xu Family isn’t as grand as the major families, they have a profound heritage. It’s a pity they lack a male heir; everything of the Xu family will eventually be yours."
Sun Junzhong nodded, "I understand."
"Leave the matter of collaborating with the Zhao Family of Yanjing alone for now. It’s the Xu Family patriarch’s birthday in a few days. Since you’re marrying his granddaughter, you need to show your sincerity," the elder advised.
"Didn’t the Zhao Family of Yanjing say they would send someone to Jiangzhou?" Sun Junzhong asked, puzzled.
"The Zhao Family is, after all, a Martial Arts Family. If they truly send someone, you should prioritize hosting them. If we can connect with the Zhao Family, it would be worth more than a hundred Xu Zhaopeis."
Hearing this, Sun Junzhong looked surprised.
"Are Martial Arts Families really that formidable?"
Yanjing’s three major families—the Jin Family, Zhao Family, Ye Family—are all Martial Arts Families.
The elder chuckled, put down his teacup, stroked his beard, and said, "I control all of Jiangbei thanks to martial arts... Every major family has martial arts experts. The deep martial arts heritage of the Zhao Family in Yanjing is why they can establish themselves there."
Sun Junzhong gasped.
He hadn’t expected martial arts experts to be so impressive.
He knew that his grandfather himself was a martial artist, which explained his status within the Sun Family.
Even grandfather respects the Zhao Family so much—how formidable must the Zhao Family be?
"By the way, Grandfather, it’s said that the Iron Fist King has returned," Sun Junzhong respectfully said.
"The Iron Fist King?" the elder stroked his beard, "Is it the youth who dominated Jiangzhou’s underground forces eight years ago?"
"Yes, that’s him."
"He dares to return?" the elder spoke slowly, "In those days, the Fang Family stood tall in Jiangzhou, powered by Fang Ju’s martial prowess. This Iron Fist King, good at ordinary fist-fighting skills, unfortunately, cannot comprehend deeper martial arts. Find a chance, and have him killed."
"I understand, Grandfather."
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Sun Junzhong’s eyes. Next month was the Grandfather’s hosting of the Dragon Tiger Banquet; if the Iron Fist King dares to come, let him leave lying down.
"Grandfather, if we are seeking support, why choose the Zhao Family instead of other families of Yanjing?"
The elder sighed softly—
"Among Yanjing’s three major families, the situation of the Ye Family is currently unclear, and that old fox Ye Xingkong isn’t even in Yanjing, nobody knows where he has gone... As for the Jin Family, it’s one of the most powerful families in Yanjing; Jin Shiji is too proud, probably wouldn’t consider us..."