Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Mrs. Fang held her coffee cup as she elegantly and haughtily stirred the coffee. She reminded Zhou Lie and his wife, "But despite our long time friendship, to marry Yun Yun is not that easy. For him to become the son-in-law of the Fang Family, you people will have to show us that you are worthy."

When Fang Yun heard this, she proudly raised her chin. She was like a haughty swan as she looked down on Chu Feng, and her face was full of contempt and disdain, as if Chu Feng getting to meet on this day was good karma for him that he had accumulated throughout his past lives.

Chu Feng smiled. He was entertained as he watched this family and their performance.

Zhou Ying was very angry. She thought to herself, What on earth is this? How can this type of woman be worthy of my brother? Yun Muqing is way better than this woman.

The edge of Liu Minglan's mouth twitched. With a smile, she said, "Yes, yes, I think that they're a good match. They're both good catches."

"Good match? How are they a good match? In what way are they a good match?" Mr. Fang interrupted as he frowned. He drummed his fingers on the table with a serious look on his face. He glanced at Chu Feng and narrowed his eyes. "I see your son. He has good looks. He seems quite masculine, handsome and energetic. You could say that he has a dignified appearance. But-"

Just as Liu Minglan was about to happily open her mouth, he did an acute turn and started to get picky. "But, my daughter is well-educated. She is proficient at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She's a PhD degree holder from a university in England, she has First Class Honors in Financial Management, she has won countless honors, and her annual income is more than three million. She also oversees three listed companies." As Fang Yun put on a proud and pleased expression on her face, Mr. Fang pointed at Chu Feng and said with the haughty attitude of an elder, "But what about your son? What academic degree does he have? What is his career? How has he contributed? What's his annual income? Where does his future potential lie? Does he have talent? Does he have ambition?" Mr. Fang waved his hand and continued with an arrogant demeanor, "Other than good looks, he has nothing else. How am I supposed to marry my daughter to him? How is he a good match for my daughter?"

Mr. Fang spoke intensely. In his air of superiority, he used a few short sentences to reduce Chu Feng to nothing. Even the waitress who was pouring water by the side had a look of disdain on her face. The expression on Zhou Lie and his wife's face darkened. They were seething with rage. Who was he to speak about their son like that?

The atmosphere had become tense and depressing.

However, Chu Feng smiled like he couldn't be bothered. The way he saw it, Fang Yun and her family were like performing monkeys. Why should he get angry over a couple of clowns?

He subconsciously rubbed his chin and checked out his reflection in the glass of the teahouse. As far as he could remember, Mr. Fang was the first person to ever refer to him as good-looking.

Had he become more handsome?

Zhou Ying, who was sitting there, could not contain her rage. She retorted angrily, "How is he not worthy of your daughter? My brother is a formidable Gener-"

"Erhem!" Before Zhou Ying could utter the word 'General', Zhou Lie, who was sitting opposite her, quickly coughed and glared at his daughter.

According to the law of Donghua, officers above the rank of Lieutenant Generals were great assets of the country. Therefore, their personal identities were kept secret, and to expose their identities was a serious crime.

Zhou Ying hurriedly covered her mouth; she was scared that she nearly made a major mistake.

"I'm from the military," Chu Feng said nonchalantly as he patted Zhou Ying's little hand to indicate that there was no harm done.

"Military? Our country's military? Then you're just a common soldier, right?" Mr. Fang laughed. The disdainful look in his eyes intensified. "Firstly, you don't have the power. Secondly, you don't have freedom. Thirdly, your salary is low, so how are you going to feed your family? With that meagre salary of yours of three or five thousand, can you afford to buy a car or a house? Can you support your wife and kids?" Mr. Fang touched the Rolex on his wrist, looking superior. Then, as if he was giving Chu Feng a heavenly gift, he continued, "Coincidentally, I'm old friends with a few high-ranking officers in the military. I can make a call and get you transferred, or even get you discharged so that you can change your profession. Even if you were to become a minor director in a small district, you would still earn more than you would now in ten years."