Fang Tang could no longer hold back, stepping forward to block Yang Fei.

He snorted, "Even if Brother Song filmed, it was because he liked your and Jiayi's dance. Is it worth reacting like this?"

He said sarcastically, "Don't think that just because you can dance, you're a gentleman of high society."

"Let me tell you, an odd-job man will always be an odd-job man, never dreaming of turning into a phoenix."

Yang Fei's anger surged from within.

Why did this guy's mouth deserve such a slap?

A fierce and frightening aura erupted from Yang Fei.

Yet, Fang Tang didn't budge an inch, still looking down on Yang Fei with disdain.

"What, want to hit me? Go ahead, we're at Jingshui Villa…"

Slap!

With a crisp sound, Fang Tang's latter words were cut off.

His entire body spun in a circle, collapsing onto the ground.

Fang Tang's carefully styled hair was thrown into disarray by that slap, and on his cheek appeared the imprint of five fingers.

His handsome cheek ballooned up as if it were an inflated pig bladder.

Yang Fei retracted his hand, flexing his wrist.

He muttered to himself, "Can't believe you made me hit you, such a cheap request, I've never heard of, utterly perverted."

All the guests were stunned.

So was Liang Jiayi!

This was Jingshui Villa, where violence was absolutely forbidden.

This guy was truly audacious!

Fang Tang was furious!

Fang Tang swore this was the second time he had been hit since he could remember.

Not even five hours had passed since the first.

And both times, it was this coarse, violent, vulgar man who had struck him.

He leaped to his feet, recklessly charging toward Yang Fei.

"You bastard, I'll fight you."

Yang Fei gave a faint cold laugh, flexing his fingers.

A chill flashed in his eyes.

Everyone watching shuddered.

Fang Tang rushing up like this, it was definitely another big slap waiting for him.

Liang Jiayi desperately grabbed Yang Fei's hand.

She couldn't speak, her eyes filled with sheer terror.

"Fang Tang, stop right there!"

Just then, a woman's furious shout pierced everyone's ears.

Fang Tang halted as if a Paralysis Spell had been cast, frozen in place.

The voice came from the second floor.

When the crowd looked up, they saw the face of heavenly fragrance and national beauty.

Ming Xia!

Seeing this formidable woman, everyone instantly fell silent.

In this circle, there were two people you absolutely didn't provoke.

One was obviously Xue Mingtai, and the other, Ming Xia.

The two stood like towering peaks facing each other, neither superior nor inferior.

In terms of influence, background, and financial power, both were equally matched.

And Fang Tang was the little cousin whom Ming Xia dearly loved.

The whole place was silent; even the sound technician and DJ tactfully shut off the music.

Ming Xia stopped Fang Tang, but she didn't even glance at Yang Fei.

She turned around and said indifferently, "Ming Tai, how do you think this should be handled?"

Young Master Ming Tai was here, too!

Again, the hall stirred, with some people letting out low gasps.

Liang Jiayi turned pale and clutched Yang Fei.

Her nails were digging into Yang Fei's flesh, her heart pounding furiously.

No matter how good Young Master Ming Tai's composure was, he probably couldn't tolerate Yang Fei challenging the villa rules over and over again.

Liang Jiayi was both anxious and regretful in her heart.

If she had known it would come to this, she would never have asked Yang Fei to join her no matter what.

Yang Fei, however, appeared unconcerned, looking casually toward the second floor.

Xue Mingtai's refined and dignified figure appeared on the second-floor landing.

His eyes, too, faintly rested on Yang Fei.

As their gazes met, Yang Fei didn't know why, but a feeling of irrepressible fondness welled up inside him.

It seemed as though the Xue Mingtai before him played an extremely important role in his life.

In the hazy confusion, those chaotic memories and obscure figures once again tormented Yang Fei.

Xue Mingtai laughed.

His smile shone like the sun, brilliant and splendid.

The whole bar area seemed to light up for a moment.

This refined and elegant gentleman usually conducted himself with detachment, devoid of sadness or joy.

Even Ye Zi, who was closest to him, rarely saw such a radiant smile on his face.

Everyone gaped at Young Master Ming Tai, stunned.

Nobody knew why he was smiling so happily.

Xue Mingtai's smile faded, as he said lightly, "Jingshui Villa strictly prohibits violence and gambling."

"Whoever violates the rules of the villa, I, Xue Mingtai, will not forgive."

Xue Mingtai's voice was calm and gentle.

However, to everyone's ears, it sounded like an unbreakable decree.

Young Master Ming Tai indeed possessed such power.

Everyone couldn't help but turn to look at Yang Fei.

In most eyes, there was a gleam of schadenfreude.

This troublemaking odd-job man had finally angered Young Master Ming Tai, and his bad luck was about to begin.

Fan Song and Fang Tang exchanged glances.

In their eyes, there was an uncontrollable glee.

Liang Jiayi gripped Yang Fei's hand tightly.

She made up her mind in an instant, that even if it meant offending everyone, she would absolutely not let Yang Fei suffer any humiliation or harm today.

Young Master Ming Tai paused, glancing at Yang Fei and a faint smile reappeared on his face.

"However, the rules that Ming Tai has set are invalid for Mr. Yang Fei," he said.

"The reasons behind this are not fit for public discourse, please forgive my discretion."

Young Master Ming Tai's words exploded like a bombshell amongst the crowd.

Everyone started exclaiming.

"What does Young Master Ming Tai mean?"

"Damn, so the rules of Jingshui Villa can be broken."

"Who exactly is this odd-job man? What is his relationship with Young Master Ming Tai?"

…

The bar area was abuzz with heated discussions, like a pot of boiling porridge.

The spiteful smiles on Fan Song and Fang Tang's faces froze.

Both thought they had misheard, looking at each other in disbelief, utterly dumbfounded.

Liang Jiayi couldn't believe it either, looking at Yang Fei as if she had just met him.

She murmured, "You stinker, how did you get to know Young Master Ming Tai?"

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

Yang Fei was also completely baffled, staring blankly at Xue Mingtai.

After a long while, he spoke up calmly, "Young Master Ming Tai, why would you make an exception for me?"

Yang Fei's voice was soft, yet Xue Mingtai heard it distinctly.

He looked at Yang Fei with a smile and said gently, "Because you have a reason to be an exception."

"Can you tell me what it is?"

"No."

…

Yang Fei and Xue Mingtai, one downstairs, one upstairs.

Their conversation was odd and perplexing, leaving the audience completely puzzled.

But no one dared to ask out loud.

Xue Mingtai, seeming somewhat apologetic for refusing Yang Fei, added softly, "You will find out eventually."

With that, he gestured to the DJ and the band with a lift of his hand, signaling for the dance to continue.

He turned to leave.

"Xue Mingtai, is this the explanation you're giving me?"

When Xue Mingtai spoke, Ming Xia stood quietly to the side, showing neither shock nor anger.

However, as Xue Mingtai turned to leave, she finally spoke up.

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