Song Zhong's lips curled upward, convinced that Ye Chenfeng wouldn't dare play any tricks in front of him. A mere fool suffering from severe panic disorder, he, Young Master Song, had no need to take him seriously. Out of his mouth came the taunt, "Wu Xiaofei, don't flatter yourself. The one I fancy is none other than Capital City's top beauty, Bai Xueling. A woman like you might barely make the cut as a secret lover of mine."
Wu Xiaofei bit down on her teeth in anger, her chest heaving with fury as she pointed at Song Zhong and bellowed, "Bai Xueling is Chenfeng's fiancée, and you, Song Zhong, will never taste the flesh of the swan in this lifetime."
Song Zhong laughed dismissively and said, "Once old man Ye dies, won't the Yes be but a name without substance? By then, I'm afraid Ye Chen and Bai Xueling's marriage contract will automatically be void. Even if old man Ye manages to cling to life, what of it? Ye Chen is obedient before me, and when the time comes, I can easily have him send over his fiancée, Bai Xueling, for me to enjoy."
Soon after, Ye Chenfeng entered the hall with a kettle full of hot water. There were cups and tea leaves already set on the coffee table, and Ye Chenfeng scrambled about frantically.
"Ye fool, can't you move any faster? I'm parched here, do you want me to die of thirst?" Song Zhong barked with pompous satisfaction.
Ye Chenfeng, in a clumsy hurry, made a cup of hot tea and offered it to Song Zhong, but Wu Xiaofei grabbed his sleeve. She couldn't bear to watch this humiliation—how could Ye Chenfeng be so spineless? Furrowing her brows, she said, "Chenfeng, put the teacup down, and tell this bastard to roll out of the Ye residence."
"Ye fool, hand me the tea quickly, or you should know the consequences," Song Zhong warned, clenching his right fist and shaking it in front of Ye Chenfeng's eyes.
The expression on Ye Chenfeng's face grew even more panicked as he tried to shake off Wu Xiaofei's grip on his sleeve, to no avail.
Watching Ye Chenfeng's flustered state, Song Zhong felt even more pleased with himself and said, "Ye fool, hurry up, will you? My patience is limited."
Wu Xiaofei showed no sign of letting go and in their tugging, Ye Chenfeng stumbled, causing the teacup full of tea to slip from his hand. It drew an elegant arc in the air and fell precisely onto Song Zhong's groin—the water for making tea was boiling hot, a hundred degrees.
"Ah!—"
A squeal like a pig being slaughtered erupted from Song Zhong's throat, and he leaped from the sofa like a monkey with its butt on fire, frantically grasping at his groin. His face turned beet red as he stripped off his trousers without a second thought.
Everything happened so quickly that those present didn't immediately grasp what had just occurred. Wu Xiaofei let out a mocking giggle: "Hehehe, Young Master Song, what are you trying to do?"
Wu Xiaofei had always been a woman of fiery temperament and had stood up for Ye Chenfeng when he was bullied as a child, so she didn't turn away after witnessing Song Zhong's humiliation.
Those who stood around Song Zhong, upon seeing his miserable state, also felt like bursting into laughter like Wu Xiaofei had, but they stifled it, their faces turning red with effort. They were from minor families in Capital City and certainly couldn't afford to offend Song Zhong.
Song Zhong's face darkened, and the burning sensation in his crotch persisted.
"Ye fool, do you have a death wish?" Song Zhong's fury was now fully directed at Ye Chenfeng.
Although Ye Chenfeng appeared fearful on the surface, deep down he had nothing but contempt for a foolish dandy like Song Zhong. In a world five hundred years from now, Song Zhong would have probably died countless times over.
"I—I—I'll pour you another cup," Ye Chenfeng stammered, having been a top talent nurtured by his country in his previous life and adept at playing various roles.
Song Zhong took a deep breath, calming the rage in his heart somewhat. He was determined to thoroughly humiliate Ye Chenfeng to relieve his anger and would make Ye Chenfeng kneel with the tea before him.
"Since you've acknowledged your mistake, I won't be too hard on you. Just kneel down in front of me with the tea and beg me to drink it," Song Zhong said with a menacing look.
"Song Zhong, don't you think you're going too far? This is still the Ye residence after all," Wu Xiaofei's eyes hardened as she chided.
Song Zhong sat back down nonchalantly, the scorching pain in his crotch subsiding somewhat, and said, "Wu Xiaofei, if you don't want the Ye fool to kneel, that's fine. You can blow on it for me."
"Song Zhong, you're a pervert." Wu Xiaofei, despite being a forthright woman, hadn't even had a boyfriend at her age. She had even kept her first kiss!
Ye Chenfeng glanced sideways and saw the shattered teacup on the ground, a new plan formulating in his mind. He lifted the kettle with his right hand and stepped forward, onto the teacup shards. The shards were extremely slippery, causing Ye Chenfeng's body to lean forward. The same scene was about to recur, only this time with a stainless steel kettle.
The kettle traced a beautiful arc in the air and was on a collision course with Song Zhong's groin. By the time Song Zhong thought to react, it was too late. The kettle, boiling water and all, hit his crotch dead on.
"Ah!—"
This time, Song Zhong's scream was even more heart-wrenching. The bottom of the stainless-steel kettle was like a burning iron, especially since Song Zhong had already taken off his trousers. Suffering two attacks in a row was unbearably painful for him.
"Clang!—"
Song Zhong hastily threw the kettle to the floor, his face showing nothing but agony.
"What are you idiots standing there for? Help me up. I need to go to the hospital, I need to go to the hospital," Song Zhong roared, unable to even stand. At the moment, his only hope was that he wasn't seriously injured, and he couldn't care less about confronting Ye Chenfeng.
As Song Zhong was escorted away in his wretched state, Ye Chenfeng shouted out in panic, "It wasn't intentional, I swear it wasn't intentional! You forgot your trousers! Why don't you come back right now, and I'll apologize on the spot?"