The middle-aged butler sternly cautioned him, "Lad, there's always someone stronger than you out there, don't think that just because you learnt a few days of kungfu, you can come in here and flaunt."
Ling Chen lightly rotated his wrist and levelled a steady gaze at the butler, but surprise filled his heart. He could not have imagined that there would be an expert hidden over here.
"Do you dare to try?" Ling Chen boldly taunted.
It had been a long while since he had met an opponent who could match him. If not for him letting down his guard down for a moment and the opponent launching a sneak attack on him, how else could the butler take advantage of him?
"Uncle Liu, teach him a lesson! Let this kid remember this humiliation for a long time!" The flat-top youth excitedly shouted.
Everyone here knew that this Uncle Liu was not only a steward beside Nanrong Yong but was also responsible for his safety as well. He had practised kungfu for decades and was extremely formidable.
Seeing Ling Chen taking the initiative to issue a challenge, and everyone felt that the kid did not know his limits. However, they could not be any happier to see him make a fool of himself.
Daring to show off in the Nanrong household, the kid must be tired of living! This was the thought flashing through everyone's mind at the time.
The middle-aged steward lightly snorted and strode forward, his stride like that of a cavalry charge as his right arm flung out. His five fingers were as imposing as a tiger's claws, overbearingly tearing towards Ling Chen's head.
Looking at the opponent making a move, the corners of Ling Chen's mouth rose, and he went perfectly still, his sharp gaze intently observing the opponent's movement. Suddenly, his body leaned forward and his head slightly tilted to the right, nimbly avoiding the middle-aged man's claws. At the same time, he launched himself forward, his fist of steel blasting towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged butler responded exceptionally quickly as well. Seeing that the situation wasn't looking too good, he immediately retracted his claws. He adopted an evasive action, intending to dodge Ling Chen's fist.
But he soon realized to his horror that every time he took a step back, Ling Chen's fist would move forward immediately. It was impossible to shake off his attack!
Rapidly retreating a few steps, the middle-aged steward suddenly felt a hard object cutting off his path of retreat. It turned out to be a wall behind him. Since he could no longer retreat the only option left was to attack! At that moment, he curled his fingers into the shape of a tiger's claws again and shot out to meet Ling Chen's fist.
After practising for decades, the middle-aged steward was very confident in himself.
As the two blows met, the middle-aged steward's face suddenly turned pale, and shock flashed in his eyes. The other party was standing in his original position firmly, without even taking a single step back.
"Is this all you amount to?"
Ling Chen sneered, and his fist that had seemingly been caught in a stalemate suddenly burst forward.
At that moment, the middle-aged steward suddenly felt a ferocious and dark inner strength transmitted through the fist. His whole arm suddenly lost all its strength and haplessly fell to his side.
Although neither of them made any movement after that exchange, everyone could tell that Uncle Liu had suffered a loss to that young man's hand.
"Wanting to teach me a lesson, are you even worthy?"
Ling Chen suddenly said. The middle-aged steward's face flashed green and red, and he looked down, ashamed.
"Uncle Liu, what are you doing, continue to beat him!" A group of people were cheering him on with the flat-top youth shouting the loudest.
"Enough."
Right at this moment, a young woman sitting in a wheelchair was aided down the stairs by someone.
As soon as the young woman appeared, the people in the living room immediately quietened down, and all of them stood upright, seemingly afraid to speak a single word.
Ling Chen looked at the young woman, and his facial complexion changed. He suddenly felt as if he could not catch his breath, and his eyes were suffused with astonishment.
The woman was in her twenties, with ashen skin, and was wearing a clean dress. She seemed extremely frail, as though she could be blown away by a gust of wind at any time.
Above the neckline of the dress was a breathtakingly beautiful countenance. The woman's skin was silky and smooth, glowing brighter than even snow. Framed by feathery eyelashes a pair of crescent eyes calmly looked at their surroundings. Her thin lips were as white as jade and trembled ever so slightly, betraying a hint of sickness.
Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
The long-legged beauty just now was already superb, but she was simply incomparable to the woman in front of him. It had nothing to do with looks, but rather an indescribable temperament.
Alas, to think that such otherworldly beauty could exist in this world.
Ling Chen was extremely gleeful in his heart. Being able to lay his eyes on such a beautiful woman was worth the trip to get here, even if he didn't receive the money for delivery.
"Cousin, why did you come down here?" The long-legged beauty hurried to the side of the young woman and took over the pushing of her wheelchair.
"You guys are so noisy downstairs, how could I not come down?" Saying that, the young woman looked at the ancient clock placed in the living room and her eyes narrowed. Her voice dripping with chilliness, she then icily asked, "Nanrong Hao, what's going on over here?"
"Big Sister, the situation is like this ..." The flat-top young man named Nanrong Hao hurriedly recounted what happened just now.
"The man was only responsible for delivering the parcel, why are you finding trouble with him?"
"I..." Nanrong Hao was at a loss for words.
The young woman continued to stare at him frostily. "Apologize."
"Yes, Big Sister." Nanrong Hao seemed to fear this elder sister of his, becoming as meek as a dormouse. Even though unwillingness filled his heart, he still reluctantly walked in front of Ling Chen and muttered "Sorry" in an incomparably soft voice, that one could barely catch if he strained his ear.
"It's fine." Ling Chen waved off his apology and adopted a tone as though an elder lecturing his junior. "Young people these days are all rather impulsive. I understand your rashness, just remember to take note of your behaviour in the future."
Nanrong Hao was stewing with anger inside. Fuck, who the hell are you to lecture me like this? He was extremely unwilling to listen to the guy spout another word of nonsense. But, thinking of his fearsome elder sister behind him, he broke out in cold sweat. He could only moodily listen to whatever Ling Chen said and retreated to the side.
"Uncle Liu?"
The middle-aged steward heard the young woman calling him and carefreely clasped his fist towards Ling Chen. "My name is Liu Kun. Little brother, please don't take offence to my previous transgression against you."
"It's all good." Liu Chen shifted his gaze to look at the wheelchair-bound young woman and smiled. "Since you are the one in charge here, can I trouble you to sign for the package and settle the delivery fee?"
The young woman lightly nodded and took over the invoice from Ling Chen's hands, deftly signing her name on it.
"Nanrong Wanqing." Ling Chen scanned the name written on the invoice and recited it in his heart over and over again.
With the invoice settled, Ling Chen turned and picked up the ancient clock under the scrutiny of everyone in the room. His lips curled into a smirk, and he said, " I guess none of you want to keep this toy around. I'll help you to dispose of it. Take it as a bonus service."
"Thanks." Nanrong Wanqing smoothly replied.
"No trouble."
As he walked towards the door to leave, Ling Chen suddenly thought of something and spun around to ask, "Who does the Maserati outside belong to?"
"It's mine." The long-legged beauty answered.
"Yours?" Ling Chen resentfully glared at her and seethed. "Did you know that you almost ran me over just now? If not for my swift reflexes, I'm afraid that I'd be as flat as the asphalt outside."
"Su Lin, what happened?"
Towards Nanrong Wanqin's questioning, Su Lin aggrievedly pouted, "I heard that Grandpa's condition was serious so I hurried over as fast as I could. Hence I drove the car a bit faster than usual."
"Over 100 kilometres per hour is considered as driving a little faster?"
Su Lin unhappily looked at him and said, "Nothing happened to you, right? Why are you complaining so much?"
"So, what you're implying is that you need to run me over before I have the right to say anything? What kind of twisted logic is that? Did you even graduate from elementary school?" Ling Chen glumly retorted.
Why is this woman so unreasonable?
Nanrong Wanqing furrowed her brows. "Su Lin, you are at fault over here. Why are you not apologizing to this gentleman here?"
"No." The corners of Su Lin's mouth turned downwards into an unhappy pout, and she disdainfully turned her head to look away to her side.
"Cheh, just look at your arrogant attitude. Even if you want to apologize, I won't necessarily accept your apology!" Ling Chen gnashed his teeth. "A gentleman won't argue with a woman. Big Sis, I won't quarrel with the likes of you. For an unreasonable woman like you who stubbornly refuses to admit her mistakes, in the future, your son will definitely be born without a butt. I'm leaving now, you don't need to send me off."
Listening to Ling Chen's last few sentences, Su Lin instantly erupted with rage. The bastard actually cursed her!
"Wanqing, you heard him! That bastard..."