Li Fenglan fumed. This guy was intentionally provoking her, wasn’t he? She snorted, turned on her heel, and walked away.
Yun Jiaming wasn’t in a good mood either and said, “All right, that’s it. Stop messing around now.”
Deep down, he was a little surprised; his brother, Yun Jiahu, was a force to be reckoned with, and he knew it very well.
Yun Jiahu had a long list of impressive achievements and became a powerful lieutenant colonel before the age of forty. Among his comrades, he was nicknamed ‘Jiangbei Tiger.’ Many high-ranking officials respected him and held him in high esteem. Among the soldiers within the Jiangbei region, he was the one who was most likely to get promoted to the rank of General within the next ten years.
‘Colonel’ and ‘General’ may sound not much different, but those were very different ranks; the latter was equivalent to becoming a top-ranking official in Jiangling City.
This was a testament to how ambitious Yun Jiahu was. Naturally, he thought very highly of himself and had a habit of sneering at and looking down on young talents and heroes in the military. Yet, he actually humbled himself and willingly begged Chu Feng to become his son-in-law?
This would definitely be a great honor; if word got out, it would shake those young masters from the rich families to the core.
Nevertheless, could Chu Feng really be someone outstanding, while he himself was the one who had misjudged Chu Feng?
“Hmm? Jiaming, are you actually drinking all by yourself? That was so inconsiderate of you for not inviting me to drink together!”
Yun Jiahu sniffed around and quickly discovered Yun Jiaming’s half-finished white wine on the table. Without a trace of restraint, he picked it up.
Yun Jiaming smiled helplessly. “Chu Feng gave this to me, and it’s a little too strong. How could this be alcohol? Clearly, its quality is too low to even qualify as alcohol.”
Li Fenglan kicked her sarcasm up a notch. “Drink up, Jiahu. You are in too good a shape to get poisoned.”
“Huh? If my ‘filial son-in-law’ gave this to you, it should be all the more reason for me to give it a taste!” Yun Jiahu’s eyes lit up as he boldly drank it in one gulp.
Smash! Suddenly, the glass fell from his grip and shattered to pieces.
Yun Jiaming frowned. Puzzled, he asked, “Jiahu, what’s wrong?”
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