Chapter 509 — I Want to Take It All
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When Wang Xinyan read Wei Zhao's message, her mouth fell open into a perfect "O"—wide enough to fit a whole egg inside. She had never imagined that Wei Zhao would warn her so bluntly!
The Kang family was going to be finished? How could the Kang family be finished? Wang Xinyan did not care much for the Kangs, but from what she could see, they were flourishing more with each passing day. She could not understand how they might suddenly collapse... Could this matter have something to do with Wei Zhao?
At that thought, her heart tightened, and her chest fluttered like a startled fawn. Had Wei Zhao told her this out of trust? Was he not afraid she would pass it on to Kang Jinglong? Or had he done it for her sake? Had he noticed that she was unhappy with this marriage arrangement? Or did he... feel something for her?
Wang Xinyan blushed slightly. She drew a deep breath and furtively glanced around, only to find that Kang Jinglong was paying her no attention; at that moment, intent on currying favor with Wu Chengtian, he too was fiddling with his phone, snapping photos of Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao.
At the table, everyone was holding a phone, so it drew no particular notice when Wang Xinyan and Wei Zhao took out theirs as well.
"I don't like him. Don't do anything rash."
Wang Xinyan hesitated, then composed a message and sent it to Wei Zhao. No sooner had it gone out than she began to regret it—was what she had said a little too ambiguous? Her intention had merely been to keep Wei Zhao out of trouble, but now it seemed as though she were in a hurry to clear something up with him...
"Heh..." Wei Zhao smiled faintly at the message and sent one back: Don't worry. As long as he doesn't provoke me, I have no time to bother with him.
Reading Wei Zhao's reply, Wang Xinyan let out a breath of relief—yet she was also somewhat astonished. Wei Zhao's tone seemed remarkably bold, and it only made her more curious. Who on earth was Wei Zhao?
From the first time she had met him on the train, to their second encounter on the commercial street, to sharing a plane ride just days ago, and now sitting at the same table—in every instance Wei Zhao seemed to play a different role.
"Brother Chengtian, they used to call your family the Wu family of the Iron Hand—what was that all about?" Feng Xiaoxiao had eaten for a while when the matter of Wu the Iron Hand suddenly came back to her, and she asked out of curiosity.
At Feng Xiaoxiao's question, Wu Chengtian's spirits soared. It seemed this meal had indeed been worth the money—this Feng Xiaoxiao was a delight, so understanding of others! He had been worrying that he would find no occasion to practice his posturing, and here she was, handing him a chance to show off!
Still, ordinary posturing was beneath Wu Chengtian now. He meant to challenge a higher realm!
So he shot Xiao Wangba a glance, signaling him to play along. A successful poser, after all, could not manage on his own—he needed others to cooperate if he was to posture with real skill and true refinement!
Xiao Wangba understood at once and said to Feng Xiaoxiao, "You didn't know? Brother Chengtian's family is a clan of ancient martial arts. The technique they cultivate is called the Iron Hand Art—it's fearsome! With one hand he can crush a lump of iron to pieces!"
"Wow! That tough?" Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes went wide. "Then isn't he, like, a superman?"
"Superman? What's a superman? Compared to Brother Chengtian, he'd be downed in a single move!" said Xiao Wangba.
"Then, Brother Chengtian, could you give me a demonstration? Let me see your heroic form!" Feng Xiaoxiao said excitedly. "There's a vase here—crush it for me, let me see!"
As she spoke, Feng Xiaoxiao pointed at the gold vase inlaid with diamonds on the table.
"Huh? This one?" Wu Chengtian was taken aback. The gold vase looked rather valuable—if he crushed it, they would not make him pay for it, would they?