Jiang Cheng Takes the Blame, Vulgar Person!

Mu Qingcheng took a glass of red wine from the attendant's tray and walked straight toward Ye Bufan.

Surrounded by the crowd, Ye Bufan noticed her too, his eyes lighting up.

His gaze fell on her slender jade legs wrapped in sheer stockings, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Stepping forward, he curled his lips into a confident smile.

"Qingcheng, long time no—"

Smack!!

Before the word "see" could leave his mouth, a crisp, clear slap echoed through the hall.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Even Jiang Cheng, who had been watching Mu Qingcheng's every move, was dumbfounded.

Wh-what... just happened?

Wasn't she supposed to be tattling? How did it turn into a slap?

Ding~

"Senior, you flicked me again."

Li Shiyao covered her forehead, pouting, her eyes full of grievance.

"Does it hurt?"

"It does, but it won't if Senior blows on it."

Damn, it's real.

Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, his head buzzing.

At that moment, Ye Bufan's head was turned to the side, a clear palm print blazing red on his face.

He tilted his head in confusion. "Qingcheng, you..."

The next second, a glass of red wine splashed across Ye Bufan's face, drenching him from head to toe.

Jiang Cheng covered his own face, starting to feel a little sympathy for Ye Bufan.

Who wouldn't be stunned by that?

"Who allowed you to call me Qingcheng?"

Mu Qingcheng stared coldly at Ye Bufan, her face frosty.

"Does CEO Mu have a grudge against Young Master Ye?"

"But CEO Mu was too impulsive—Young Master Ye has Old Master Lin backing him."

"CEO Mu still has Young Master Jiang!"

The crowd snapped out of their shock, murmuring among themselves.

Many turned their gazes toward the corner, clearing a path.

Uh...

There's a certain curse I'm not sure I should say.

How the hell does this drag me in? So exhausting.

And at that moment, Ye Bufan finally noticed Jiang Cheng, his eyes instantly blazing with fury.

You again, Jiang Cheng!

Qingcheng must be being forced by this scumbag, throwing his weight around—what kind of hero is that?

With that thought, Ye Bufan's gaze toward Mu Qingcheng softened with pity.

He wanted nothing more than to hold her and say, Times have changed—he, Ye Bufan, no longer feared the Jiang Family!

Looking at the hand Mu Qingcheng had used to slap him, Ye Bufan spoke with full concern, "Qingcheng, is your hand okay?"

The crowd's mouths dropped open like goose eggs, sucking in a sharp breath.

They all stared at Ye Bufan with strange expressions—damn, what a hardcore bastard!

Even Mu Qingcheng froze for a moment, then her eyes filled with disgust and revulsion.

Ye Bufan ignored everyone's stares. Mere ants—how could they understand Qingcheng's love for him?

Sure, she'd hit hard, his handsome face still burning, but he could feel the deep affection in it.

As the saying goes, "Fighting is affection, scolding is love."

Clearly, Qingcheng's love for him was etched into her very bones!

The next moment, Ye Bufan's gaze suddenly turned icy, locking onto Jiang Cheng in the corner.

Daring to force Qingcheng—you already have a death wish!

Jiang Cheng: "*****"

Me? My mental state is shattered!

I haven't done anything, and this dumb protagonist hates me again?

Watching Ye Bufan stride toward him with a swollen face, Jiang Cheng was speechless.

Just then, two figures stepped in front of Ye Bufan.

Slap!!

Slap!!

Ye Bufan stood there blankly, feeling the sting on both sides of his face, unsure what to think.

Li Shiyao and Mu Qingcheng's eyes blazed with fury—this petty man dared to lay a hand on the one they loved, unforgivable.

"If you act recklessly again, don't blame us for calling the police."

Call the police?

Right, Qingcheng and Shiyao must be protecting me.

They're afraid I'll kill Jiang Cheng and get punished by Dragon Country's laws, so they're slapping me awake this way!

Ye Bufan felt a sudden clarity, almost falling for Jiang Cheng's scheme.

He couldn't waste Qingcheng and Shiyao's good intentions.

"Jiang Cheng, do you dare to duel me in martial arts?"

Ye Bufan's killing intent gradually faded, replaced by a taunt.

If Jiang Cheng dared to accept, he'd find a chance to cripple his limbs.

"Brother Ye's right, Jiang Cheng—are you scared?"

Lin Tianba fanned the flames from the side.

Seeing two stunning beauties stand up for Jiang Cheng, his name had become 'jealousy.'

"Duel my ass! Ye Bufan, you bastard, my Brother Cheng isn't someone a dog like you can provoke."

Lu Ming burst out of the crowd, rolling up his sleeves and cursing at Ye Bufan.

"Look at your sorry state—a toad humping a frog, ugly as sin and playing dirty tricks!"

Jiang Cheng grabbed Lu Ming.

"Fine, I accept."

"Jiang Cheng (Senior)."

Li Shiyao and Mu Qingcheng looked worried.

The crowd was also startled—they'd never heard of Jiang Cheng practicing martial arts.

"But if you want to challenge me, you'll have to get through my subordinate first."

Jiang Cheng spoke calmly. He wasn't a martial artist—going up there would be suicide.

Besides, what Young Master would bother stepping onto the field himself?

Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow at Ye Bufan.

Hmph.

A crude man.

"A Long."

At his command, A Long stepped forward, flashing a mouthful of white teeth at Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan sneered. Did he think being burly meant he could fight?

Today, he'd show them what real skill looked like!

On the second floor of the hall, Lin Chongwu watched silently.

"Dad, should we go down and stop this? After all, the Jiang Family..."

Lin Pengwen frowned.

Lin Chongwu shook his head. A mere bodyguard wasn't enough for the Jiang Family to turn hostile.

"If you surrender now, I might consider only crippling one leg."

Ye Bufan clasped his hands behind his back, glancing at A Long with indifference.

In his eyes, dealing with a bodyguard was something he could do with one hand.

"Shwoosh,"

In response came a whip kick, carrying a faint sound of air splitting.

"A mere... Tch!"

Ye Bufan was about to block it with one hand, but suddenly sensed something wrong—A Long's whip kick abruptly doubled in force just three inches from his handsome face.

Caught off guard, Ye Bufan took the kick solidly, his blood and qi churning as he stumbled back several steps.

Damn it!

Playing dirty—by his calculations, that kick should have been an easy catch.

Who knew this bodyguard was hiding his strength, catching him completely off guard.

Jiang Cheng's lips curled slightly at the sight.

With Ye Bufan's arrogant nature, he was bound to underestimate his opponent at first. Next would come saving face, pretending to be relaxed while throwing out harsh words.

"Ahem~ Not bad. To force me to use a thousandth of my strength, you can be considered a master."

"But from here on, you won't get another chance!"

Ye Bufan hid his numb arm behind his back, hooking a finger with his other hand, his expression calm.

"Bam!"

Another heavy, powerful kick.

Ye Bufan countered it with an Iron Mountain Lean, shoving the kick back, though the earlier underestimation left him feeling rough.

Jiang Cheng shook his head. He could have dodged, but instead chose to show off in front of everyone.

Everything was going according to plan!

Let's just say, Jiang Cheng was playing on another level.

Can't drag this out any longer...

Ye Bufan's eyes sharpened. What he wanted was an overwhelming victory!