Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Whoa, three abortions already? What an 'experienced' lady. The whole room was already gossiping.

Meanwhile, the lady in question stood up in outrage and yelled at Chu Feng, "Love is accepting every bit of the other person. If you can't even accept an unborn child, what right do you have to speak about love?" With that, she angrily splashed a cup of coffee at Chu Feng and yelled self-righteously, "You're a piece of trash! You're an animal! You're worse than a beast!"

Chu Feng easily sidestepped the onslaught of coffee and sneered, "Oh dear, the whole family's brains are rotten."

Meanwhile, the Zhou couple were speechless with rage. In the face of such moral depravity and stupidity, there was no way they could make the three of them see sense.

"Let's go, my girl!" Mrs. Fang pointed at Liu Minglan and shouted, "I now know that this family is full of imbeciles. There are plenty of good men in this world that are scrambling to marry my beautiful, successful daughter. Who do you think you are?" Fang Yun also held her head high as the family exited with pride, completely oblivious to the gossipping around them.

At that moment, a Maybach car stopped right next to Bauhinia Private Club. After that, seven to eight intimidating-looking men in suits rushed to aid a skinny old man wearing traditional Chinese attire, who held a walking stick as he slowly walked up to the club.

"Mr. Han!" Mr. Fang's eyes lit up when he saw the old man. Nicknamed 'The Living Saint', Han Yongwen was the esteemed literary scholar of Jiangbei. His son, also the owner of the Bauhinia Club, Han Ping, followed closely behind, who in turn was followed by the club's stakeholders.

With the owner's arrival, all the club's staff rushed to welcome him while the clients wondered what was the occasion for both the father and son of the Han family to appear at the club.

Mr. Fang, though, immediately rushed over to greet them. "W-What brings you here, Mr. Han? Were you concerned about Yun Yun's matchmaking session? Oh dear, we're so sorry to have troubled you as an elder."

The Fang family may have called themselves a family of academic culture, but their influence and background were nothing compared to the Han family.

As a literary scholar with the honorable title of 'The Living Saint', Han Yongwen was a respected figure and his two sons were successful and prospering business tycoons with assets worth billions to their

name.

An elder of the Fang family was close to Han Yongwen, so Mr. Fang assumed that because the matchmaking session was held at a Han-owned property, Han Yongwen had shown up in support of his daughter. The thought of that filled his heart with vain pride.

Mrs. Fang was similarly overwhelmed as she took Fang Yun's hand and welcomed him. "Fang Yun, come greet Uncle Han." Fang Yun let out a charming smile; she seemed to be under the delusion that she was so enchanting and beautiful that her beauty was enough to bring cities and countries.

To their surprise, Han Yongwen shoved the three troublemakers aside as if they were nothing but air, and his entourage walked straight past them in a similarly dismissive fashion before coming to a stop in front of Chu Feng and the Zhou family. "General Chu!" Han Yongwen took a big bow shakily, but no less respectfully. "Forgive my sore lack of hospitality, General. I was not informed of your arrival." Hundreds of gazes turned upon Chu Feng in unison, taking in his young, straight-backed figure that exuded a mysteriously charismatic aura.

"G-General?!" Mr. Fang yelped. His face then turned pale and he almost fell to his knees. Fang Yun and her mother were no better and gaped at Chu Feng. A General? But he was only in his 20s!

While the audience was busy exclaiming their shock, a middle-aged man in a suit walked up from Han Yongwen's side and handed Chu Feng a contract with an air of reverence. "General Chu, I am the CEO of the Bauhinia Club, Han Ping. As requested, all shares of our club have been purchased for the price of 230 million. The club is yours."

Behind him, the stakeholders bowed in unison. "Good day, CEO."

230 million!