Chapter 1713 - 1653: His Invitation Card Is Fake (Part 2)

Chapter 1713 -1653: His Invitation Card Is Fake (Part 2)

Wang Cong glared, putting on a big show, and said, “Is this banquet hosted by you? If you don’t let us in, we can’t get in?”

Kang Xiaohui’s face turned red, his eyes darted around, and he said to the security guards, “Check again, their invitation card must be fake.”

One of the security guards replied, “Sir, you must be mistaken, each invitation card has a QR code that is registered with us, they can’t be easily forged.”

Kang Xiaohui’s face changed, “Then they probably stole someone else’s invitation card, yes, that must be it.”

The security guard’s face darkened, “Guest, each invitation’s QR code is identity verified, it must be used by the owner. If you are dissatisfied with our work, you can file a complaint against us.”

Kang Xiaohui was left speechless, but still foolishly blocked Wang Cong.

Wang Cong raised his eyebrows, “A good dog doesn’t block the way, how long do you plan on blocking here?”

The security guard also said, “Guest, please move aside, don’t block other guests from entering.”

Kang Xiaohui’s face turned green at once.

Chapter 1654

Zhao Fei’er was a woman, and women tend to be petty, and Kang Xiaohui had been jumping around so much these past days, making Zhao Fei’er extremely frustrated, and now she finally had a chance to retaliate. Of course, she wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.

Looking at Kang Xiaohui, Zhao Fei’er lifted her chin, “Hey! I remember someone said that if we made it in, they’d crawl on the ground barking like a dog. Now that we’re in, shouldn’t you keep your promise?”

Kang Xiaohui’s mouth twitched, then he snorted, “Don’t think just because you got in, you’re something special. Let me tell you, you’re still nothing, hmph!”

Having said that, Kang Xiaohui quickly walked away, his eyes sweeping the area until he saw Zhou Xiyun, rushing over to him.

“Hey, are you a man or do your words mean as much as a dog’s fart…” Zhao Fei’er taunted from behind, but the last word “fart” seemed too coarse for this setting and wasn’t uttered.

“Hmph, what a piece of trash, not a man at all,” Zhao Xiaofei grumbled, but it relieved her a bit, and her face looked somewhat better.

Liu Caiyou quickly whispered, “Don’t bother with people like that, getting here is a great opportunity for us. If we can’t work with President Meng, we can look for other people. There are famous big bosses here.”

Zhao Fei’er nodded, “I know what’s important, but I just had to stick it to him a bit, couldn’t hold it in.”

Song Xiaodong said, “You guys carry on, we won’t tag along, we’ll go over there and get some food and sit for a while.”

Wang Cong and Liu Caiyou immediately said in unison, “Thank you!” showing sincere gratitude on their faces.

Song Xiaodong smiled and said nothing more; he hadn’t intended to reveal anything, only using a bit of Dragon Gate’s influence because Kang Xiaohui was causing trouble.

Song Xiaodong smiled again, stepping towards the self-service food area, with Feng Kexin and Qi Lanqin on either side of him.

“Wang Cong, I feel…Lanqin might not really be his cousin,” Zhao Fei’er suddenly whispered.

Wang Cong’s mouth twitched, “I noticed that too.”

Zhao Fei’er cautiously asked, “And you…”

Wang Cong took a deep breath, “I can tell Song Xiaodong treats Lanqin well, and Lanqin looks really happy, so I can only wish her the best.”

“Glad you can see it that way,” Liu Caiyou patted Wang Cong’s shoulder.

Wang Cong smiled wryly, “I just feel a bit uneasy about such a girl like Lanqin being with Feng Kexin…I still have a knot about it, it seems somehow unworthy.”

Zhao Fei’er rolled her eyes at Wang Cong, “Can’t you see? Song Xiaodong’s strength is beyond our imagination, if it were me, I wouldn’t care about small things, the key is he treats Lanqin well.”

“Alright, I understand, don’t worry about me. I haven’t contacted Lanqin for more than a year now, it’s just that seeing her this time made me a bit emotional. Lanqin only sees me as a friend, I know that well, having a friend like her, I’m already very content.”

Song Xiaodong and his companions got some food, then found a seat in a corner, eating and chatting softly, not bothering about the event or its guests.

But some people clearly weren’t content letting them eat in peace; Zhou Xiyun, Wang Bing, and Kang Xiaohui came over to where Song Xiaodong was seated.

Zhou Xiyun casually sat at their table’s vacant seat, lightly tapping his fingers on the table, “Didn’t expect you guys to be so capable.”

“Brother, this tastes good, try it,” Feng Kexin forked a piece of crab meat, bringing it to Song Xiaodong’s mouth. He bit into it, chewed, and remarked, “The taste is indeed good.”

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Zhou Xiyun frowned and said again.

Qi Lanqin peeled a shrimp, dipped it in sauce, and also offered it to Song Xiaodong, “Brother, try this too.”

Song Xiaodong ate it, “Hmm, not bad, not bad, also, this foie gras is good, not greasy at all, you guys should try it too.”

Zhou Xiyun’s face turned as black as coal, these three completely ignored his presence.

Unable to hold back, Kang Xiaohui the lackey slammed the table, “Young Master Zhou is talking to you, what are you showing off for?”

It was only then Song Xiaodong looked up at Kang Xiaohui, “You’ve been waiting around for a while, here’s a bone for you.”

Feng Kexin and Qi Lanqin burst into laughter, clearly calling Kang Xiaohui a dog.

“You damn well say that again!” Naturally, Kang Xiaohui heard it, shouting angrily.

Song Xiaodong’s face turned serious, suddenly raising his hand, he tossed a bone which landed straight into Kang Xiaohui’s open mouth.

“Ah!” Kang Xiaohui felt something hard force its way into his mouth, hurriedly trying to close it, but it was too late, it went straight down his throat.

An indescribable discomfort arose from his throat, and Kang Xiaohui desperately tried to pull it out. It was a crab leg, its spines scratching his throat painfully.

“Watch your language from now on,” Song Xiaodong said, wiping his hands with a napkin indifferently.

Kang Xiaohui was about to curse again, but Zhou Xiyun waved him off, staring at Song Xiaodong, “You’re quite the skilled one, impressive move.”

Song Xiaodong replied indifferently, “Thanks for the compliment.”

“You think I’m complimenting you? Then you’re mistaken,” Zhou Xiyun sneered, “Do you know how many like you my family has? I could gather ten or twenty just like that. If you think a few lessons in Kung Fu make you someone here, you’re gravely mistaken.”

Song Xiaodong looked at Zhou Xiyun, “Is that so?”

Wang Bing sneered, looking at him like a naive youth, “Kid, there’s much you don’t know. Maybe you have some skills and connections, but your understanding of this world is one-dimensional, so much out there isn’t for you to know or imagine.”

If Song Xiaodong were just an ordinary person, Wang Bing’s words would be quite true, but unfortunately…Song Xiaodong was more than aware, he was the rising Patriarch of the Su Family!