Shut Up! Mr. Qin Is My Esteemed Guest!

Qin Feng stood before the entrance of Lan Shan Ju, tilting his head slightly to admire the typical neoclassical architecture.

White columns, intricately carved eaves, and a set of tiered steps indeed exuded the grandeur of a wealthy estate.

I wonder how long I'll have to work for the Special Cases Department before I can afford a villa like this, Qin Feng mused inwardly as he approached.

Luxury cars were neatly lined up in front of the gate, resembling a car show.

Maseratis, Lamborghinis, Mercedes G-Wagons... each one worth a fortune.

Qin Feng glanced at them and scoffed, Just a rich people's game.

As he reached the entrance, two bodyguards in black suits blocked his path.

"May I see your invitation?" the bodyguard on the left asked expressionlessly.

"Invitation? I don't have one," Qin Feng replied, spreading his hands.

"You don't?"

The two bodyguards frowned and exchanged a look. One of them explained, "This is a wine reception hosted by Young Master Lin Haoran. Only invited guests with invitations are allowed to attend."

The bodyguard on the right gestured for Qin Feng to leave.

Just as they were about to ask Qin Feng to leave, the other bodyguard looked at Qin Feng's appearance and seemed to recall something. "Wait, you're Mr. Qin Feng, aren't you?"

Qin Feng nodded.

"Young Master Lin is waiting inside."

As he spoke, a girl in a black and white maid outfit walked over and politely gestured for him to follow.

Qin Feng found it a bit strange. He had initially thought this might be a trap, a "Hongmen Banquet," but it seemed things weren't as he expected.

Led by the maid, Anna, into the interior of Lan Shan Ju, he entered a spacious living room where dozens of young men and women were gathered, holding wine glasses and chatting in small groups.

The men were dressed in sharp suits, and the women wore elegant dresses, each with a refined and proper smile on their faces.

A crystal chandelier cast a warm glow, the floor was Italian imported marble, and several seemingly valuable oil paintings hung on the walls.

The entire atmosphere exuded the sophistication and luxury of high society.

Qin Feng's appearance, while not causing a huge stir, still drew several gazes from his surroundings, filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and undisguised disdain.

Amidst this crowd of well-dressed second-generation heirs, Qin Feng's simple white shirt and black casual pants stood out starkly.

Although his tall stature and handsome features made him look quite dashing, in the eyes of those around him, his attire was that of a country bumpkin.

"Well, well, isn't this our history department's top student, Qin Feng?" a sarcastic voice rang out.

Qin Feng turned towards the sound and saw a young man in a floral shirt, his hair slicked back with shining pomade, with a somewhat sharp and monkey-like face. He was walking towards Qin Feng, holding a wine glass, followed by a few onlookers.

Li Zhe.

The student union cadre who had pestered Su Qinghui at the school entrance last time and was scared away by a single word from Qin Feng.

"Oh ho." Li Zhe circled Qin Feng, as if appraising a rare specimen.

After being intimidated by Qin Feng's gaze last time, he had left in a hurry.

Later, the more he thought about it, the more it didn't sit right with him. How could I be afraid of a mere student?

So he looked up Qin Feng's information and discovered he was just a poor, academically gifted student with no prominent family background.

Although Qin Feng's experience resembled the typical trope of wealthy heirs coming down to gain experience, Li Zhe had discreetly inquired among some of his rich acquaintances and found no such person, which finally put his mind at ease.

"How did you end up here? Are you afraid of my revenge, so you've become someone's lapdog to sneak in?" Li Zhe deliberately raised his voice, attracting the attention of many.

A wave of light laughter rippled through the crowd, and a few girls whispered behind their hands.

"This is too bizarre. I can't think of any other possibility."

Li Zhe continued to add fuel to the fire, "Do you even know whose party this is? It's Lin Haoran of the Lin family's party."

"I advise you to leave now, or when the party officially begins, no one will pay you any mind."

Qin Feng looked at him, his eyes as calm as a deep pool. He suddenly chuckled softly and said indifferently, "Dog? Do you know, dogs bark, but they usually only wag their tails at those stronger than them. They bark fiercely at those they deem inferior."

He glanced at Li Zhe and retorted, "Are you wagging your tail at me right now, or are you... barking?"

The surrounding snickers immediately ceased!

Everyone stared at Qin Feng in astonishment. No one expected this guy, who looked like a country bumpkin, to have such a venomous tongue!

Li Zhe's face instantly turned the color of liver. Being called a dog in public enraged him, "You poor wretch! How dare you insult me? Do you know whose territory this is? This is the Lin family's party! Who do you think you are!"

"Who I am is not for you to know."

Qin Feng's tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure. "As for you, you squeezed your way in here just to bark like a dog?"

"You! You're asking for death!" Li Zhe completely lost his composure and raised his hand to push Qin Feng.

"Li Zhe? What are you doing!"

Speak of the devil.

Lin Haoran strode quickly through the crowd, a clear look of displeasure on his face.

As soon as Li Zhe saw Lin Haoran, he immediately dropped his arrogant expression: "Young Master Lin? I was just clearing out people who shouldn't be at this kind of party."

"Shouldn't be here?"

Lin Haoran let out a cold laugh.

"Qin Feng shouldn't be here, but you should? He's someone I personally invited."

Everyone looked at Qin Feng with disbelief. If Lin Haoran used the word "invited" and called him "brother," just how terrifying must this person's identity be?

Li Zhe's legs went weak, and he almost fell to his knees, his face ashen: "Young Master Lin! I... I didn't know... I truly didn't know Mr. Qin was your friend! Qin Feng, I was wrong, I have a loose tongue, please forgive me!"

He had pulled countless strings to get into this party. If he were kicked out, he'd lose all face in this circle.

"Forgive you?" Lin Haoran sneered. "I remember you camped out at my doorstep for three days, begging for an invitation, practically on your knees. Now you come in just to cause trouble for me? Get out!"

Li Zhe scurried away, not forgetting to cast a venomous glare at Qin Feng as he left.

After Lin Haoran chased Li Zhe away, his smile immediately returned: "Brother Qin Feng, I'm truly sorry, making you witness such a scene. I'll definitely deal with that blind fool properly later."

"It's fine, I'm used to it," Qin Feng said with a faint smile. "But, on the phone, you clearly..."

The implication on the phone was that he was there to be a wingman, but the current situation was clearly not that.

"There are too many people here, let's talk somewhere else."

Lin Haoran made a gesture of invitation.

The guests in the hall began to speculate about Qin Feng's identity.

Someone Lin Haoran valued so highly, and personally invited, could not be a simple character.

Lin Haoran led Qin Feng to a study on the second floor.

The room was filled with various antiques and artworks. The bookshelves were lined with traditional bound books, and famous calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, exuding a scholarly and refined taste.

"Please, sit."

Lin Haoran poured Qin Feng a cup of tea. "I know you might find it strange why I'm suddenly being so warm to you."

Qin Feng picked up his teacup, remaining silent, waiting for Lin Haoran to continue.

"To tell you the truth, I've encountered a very tricky problem."

Lin Haoran sat down behind the desk and took a sip of tea. "As you know, this party is mainly to pursue Su Qinghui."

"You know she's an archaeology student, so to prepare a gift for her, our family recently acquired a batch of cultural relics from an antique dealer. Among them, there's one item..."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts.

"There's one item that's very sinister."