Chapter 132: Liu Susu, Pretend to Be My Man

What caught his eye was a beauty—a stunning, breathtaking beauty, one whose allure perhaps even surpassed that of Xia Shihan.

The reason she stood above Xia Shihan was that she sparked a different, more primal kind of astonishment in Zhang Xiaofan; for a fleeting moment, he felt a sudden, impulsive urge to possess her. It was a sensation he had never experienced with Xia Shihan.

The beauty’s fair, delicate cheeks were lightly powdered, and her eyes were like pools of autumn water—vibrant, spirited, and utterly mesmerizing. Her lips were thin and red, tempting anyone who looked at them to lean in for a kiss. She wore a pink dress that clung to her, outlining a perfect, classic S-shaped figure. Any man would want to wrap his arms around that willowy waist and take her right then and there.

Who was this beauty? He didn't seem to know her, yet he smiled and walked over with natural ease, his large hand sliding onto her waist. "Darling, how about a dance?" he asked with a wicked grin.

The woman, suddenly realizing a hand was around her waist and feeling it roaming, snapped out of her daze. "You hooligan!" she cried, raising her hand to slap Zhang Xiaofan across the face. She had come on behalf of Xia Shihan to find him, only to be accosted the moment she arrived. No wonder Xia Shihan had warned her to be careful—so this was what she meant.

"You agree? Then let’s dance," Zhang Xiaofan said, calmly reaching out to catch her wrist with an earnest expression.

Liu Susu was about to lose her mind. What kind of person was this? He was simply impossible! "Let go of me! Xia Shihan sent me to get you; her phone is broken," she said immediately, struggling to break free.

"Oh, is that so? You should have said that earlier... I thought you were a dance hostess," Zhang Xiaofan muttered.

"You... you're the dance hostess!" Liu Susu was fuming. Not only was he impossible, but he was also despicable! How could Xia Shihan even know someone like this?

"I couldn't be a dance hostess even if I wanted to; I'm a pure man," Zhang Xiaofan said, shrugging his shoulders and finally loosening his grip. "How is your waist so thin and soft?" he added, clearly still lingering on the sensation.

"You're shameless!" Liu Susu pouted.

"Look, I’m just stating the facts. Where is Xia Shihan? I need to go settle the score with her," Zhang Xiaofan said, changing the subject.

Liu Susu’s chest heaved with indignation as she glared at the man before her, speechless.

"One more question," Zhang Xiaofan asked with interest. "How did you find me?"

"Shihan said you'd be the one wearing big shorts and flip-flops," Liu Susu replied.

Zhang Xiaofan gave an awkward laugh. It seemed he was indeed the only one dressed that way. "May I have your name, beautiful?" he asked, naturally wanting to flirt with someone who had stirred such strong desire in him.

"Why would I tell you! Just come with me!" Seeing Zhang Xiaofan’s unscrupulous gaze, Liu Susu didn't want to stay for another second.

"Alright, let's go," Zhang Xiaofan said helplessly, though his hand couldn't help but reach out again.

Just then, an infuriated voice rang out. "Damn it, get your filthy hands off her!"

At the sound, Zhang Xiaofan’s expression instantly turned cold. Beside him, Liu Susu’s face grew tense and uneasy. "I heard you can fight," she whispered to him.

"I’m alright, I suppose," Zhang Xiaofan replied.

"Are you afraid of the Feng family?" she asked again.

"Afraid? Didn't Shihan tell you I already beat up young master Feng of the Feng family?"

"That was his brother, Feng Conglong. The man next to him is Feng Conghu’s senior martial brother. Both of them are better fighters than Feng Conghu. Are you still not afraid?" Liu Susu pressed.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled, finally understanding the situation. This beauty clearly loathed Feng Conglong. "Just tell me... what do you want me to do?"

"Pretend to be my boyfriend. I want Feng Conglong to give up. Well, do you have the guts?"

Zhang Xiaofan smiled. It was just as he thought—why did he always run into these situations? Fine, he would play the good guy once more... especially since the guy was clearly interested in his own sister. Besides, the man’s words had been quite annoying.

"Guts? Of course I have the guts. But what’s in it for me?" he whispered.

Liu Susu immediately took his hand and placed it back on her slender waist. "Is this good enough?"

"Good enough, good enough," Zhang Xiaofan chuckled. He had hoped for a kiss, but one had to take things slowly. If he could hold her waist, he could eventually kiss her, and then... he-he.

He pulled Liu Susu closer and looked calmly at the two men walking toward them. Liu Susu didn't resist his touch; instead, she flashed a sweet smile.

"I told you to remove your filthy hands, didn't you hear me?" The man marched up, glaring viciously at Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at him coolly, his smile fading. "You tell me to let go, and I should? Who do you think you are?"

"Hahaha, you’re asking who I am? Have you heard of Feng Conglong of the Northern District Feng family?" Feng Conglong sneered arrogantly.

"Never heard of him. What kind of nobody is he?" Zhang Xiaofan replied flatly.

"Damn you! You're quite arrogant!" Feng Conglong roared, a chilling aura radiating from him.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled—that signature smile—and suddenly threw a punch. Damn it, if you’re going to curse at me, I’m going to beat you to a pulp.

Feng Conglong was startled; he hadn't expected this guy to strike so suddenly, let alone have the audacity to attack him. Who was he? The eldest son of the Feng family, a hegemon of the Northern District! How dared this person hit him?

Despite his shock, he quickly retreated and unleashed a fierce kick, deflecting Zhang Xiaofan’s punch.

Everyone was stunned. They hadn't expected Zhang Xiaofan to start a fight. Didn't he know who he was dealing with? Liu Susu was equally surprised; she hadn't expected him to lash out so suddenly, and his words were so audacious—he clearly didn't put Feng Conglong in his eyes at all. Now that she thought about it, how could anyone befriended by Shihan be an ordinary person?

"You’ve got some skills, I’ll give you that." Zhang Xiaofan was slightly surprised himself. He hadn't used his full strength, but his punch wasn't something an average person could block. This Feng Conglong was indeed capable.

"You are courting death!" Feng Conglong pointed at him and bellowed. As the eldest son of the Northern District’s Feng family, he held immense power, and even in the entire capital, he carried significant weight. To be hit in front of so many people—and with the young elite of the capital watching—he felt utterly humiliated.

"Heh, want to try again?" Zhang Xiaofan sneered. Not everyone had the strength of someone like Qin Tianyu; Qin Tianyu might deserve his patience, but what did this guy have? Zhang Xiaofan had struck not just for Liu Susu’s sake, but mostly because he didn't like the man’s insolent tone.

"Young Master, let me handle this..." A cold voice interrupted just as Feng Conglong was about to charge. It was the man who had been standing beside him—Feng Conghu’s senior martial brother.

"Good. Mubai, cripple him. Let him know that not everyone can be offended so easily," Feng Conglong said, pulling back.

The man named Mubai was the same height as Zhang Xiaofan, but his muscles were far more developed, and he radiated a frigid, icy aura. Mubai walked forward, staring at Zhang Xiaofan with a dull expression. "You must be the one who defeated my junior brother. While he may not be the most skilled, he is not someone just anyone can bully. As his senior, I will avenge him today."

Beside them, Feng Conglong’s expression shifted as he looked at Zhang Xiaofan. This was the punk who had defeated his brother? He knew Feng Conghu’s strength—they had studied under the same master—and he had heard that Feng Conghu hadn't even been able to put up a fight against this kid.

Could this guy really be that strong?