Chapter 122: Teaching You a Lesson

Crack—

After shaking hands with Wang Wei for two or three seconds, Chen Yufeng heard the unmistakable sound of bones cracking.

Immediately, a pained expression appeared on Wang Wei’s face.

He Meixuan knew exactly what was happening as she had anticipated. Given Wang Wei’s personality, he would certainly squeeze the other’s hand hard to demonstrate his strength.

Besides, the two had just had an unpleasant encounter.

But how could someone like Chen Yufeng, a man of exceptional skill, lose to him?

Seeing Wang Wei’s face turn red with strain secretly delighted her. It was about time he tasted some hardship, so he would realize there were always others stronger than him and stop bullying people.

Wang Wei, wracked with pain, nearly let out a scream. Despite several attempts, he couldn’t withdraw his hand; it was gripped tightly.

He couldn’t wrap his head around this: the scene should have been him utterly dominating this kid, but instead, he was the one suffering.

This kid looked so much smaller—how could his strength surpass that of someone who was once a super soldier king like himself?

This was the first time Wang Wei had ever lost out in a handshake.

Had he sensed the other’s strength was greater, he would never have initiated the handshake.

Seeing his hand on the verge of being crushed and Chen Yufeng showing no intention of loosening his grip, Wang Wei forced a pained, awkward smile and said,

“Fr-friend, you can let go now.”

“Oh, it’s like this.”

Chen Yufeng had no intention of releasing his grip.

He didn’t like bullying others, but when someone came at him, he wouldn’t hold back. Smiling, he said,

“One thing about me is that I’m quite enthusiastic. If I don’t shake hands, that’s one thing, but if I do, I always make sure to hold on for at least thirty seconds. Especially if someone initiates the handshake—I’ll hold on for a full minute. Anything less wouldn’t show enough sincerity. Looks like there are still forty-five seconds left. Enjoy my enthusiasm.”

“You…”

Wang Wei’s face flushed deep red, his once handsome features contorted with increasing pain.

He was already at his limit; if it went on for another forty seconds, he wasn’t sure he could hold back a scream.

That would be utterly humiliating.

He quickly tried to pry Chen Yufeng’s hand off with his other hand, only to find, to his frustration, that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free.

Impossible.

Losing a strength contest with one hand to Chen Yufeng was already a blow to his pride.

Now, his two hands combined couldn’t even overpower Chen’s single hand. Wang Wei couldn’t fathom it. Staring wide-eyed at Chen Yufeng, he thought, This kid must be a martial artist. How dare he make me suffer and lose face? He’s asking for it.

He silently vowed to settle the score.

Ah!

Finally, after about fifty seconds of handshaking, Wang Wei could no longer endure and let out a miserable scream.

In the following ten seconds, his right hand went numb and almost lost all sensation.

Only after a full sixty seconds did Chen Yufeng release his grip, adding a cutting remark:

“Why is your hand so limp? Like a woman’s.”

“You… I’ll make you pay for this.”

Wang Wei was furious but helpless.

He had taken a silent beating and was naturally displeased, wanting to slap this guy flat. But fearing defeat and with He Meixuan present, he held back for the moment.

“Hmph, there will come a day when you’re begging me on your knees. Just wait and see!”

He Meixuan, the undeniable star of the day, was truly the center of attention. She wore a stunning pure white evening gown, clearly crafted by a master designer, perfectly complementing her figure and aura.

Her ethereal grace made her look like a princess, noble and elegant.

Yet, facing Chen Yufeng, she showed no arrogance, only warmth.

At first, she linked her arm through his, but noticing many eyes watching, she withdrew her hand and smiled sweetly.

“Not bad, you’re right on time.”

“Of course, I promised you,” Chen Yufeng replied with a smile.

Wang Wei saw this scene and realized He Meixuan was at most politely cordial to him but noticeably more intimate with this bicycle boy.

His anger flared.

He couldn’t see what was so special about this kid.

Could he possibly compare to me?

When Chen Yufeng reached the main entrance of Romanti, a petite beauty in a pink gown spotted him and shouted,

“You shameless guy! What are you doing here? Hey, wait, you can’t be here!”

“Sakura, don’t cause trouble. He’s a guest I invited,” He Meixuan quickly interjected to save Chen Yufeng from embarrassment.

Chen Yufeng just smiled helplessly—he’d have to deal with her later.

“Sister Meixuan, did I hear that right? You invited him to your birthday party?”

He Xiaoying’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She remembered her sister had only met this idiot once. How could she invite him to her birthday party?

Seeing He Xiaoying loudly call Chen Yufeng shameless, Wang Wei sneered, seizing the chance to say to He Xiaoying,

“Sister Xiaoying, your judgment is impressively sharp.”

He glanced disdainfully at Chen Yufeng, but Chen ignored him.

At that moment, a refined woman in a black evening gown approached.

Earlier, He Meixuan had told Lu Qiaoling that Chen Yufeng was the mysterious master who had saved her, albeit disguised.

So now, Lu Qiaoling, excited at seeing her benefactor, paid no attention to the crowd and warmly clasped Chen Yufeng’s hand, speaking with emotion,

“Benefactor, it’s wonderful that you could come to Meixuan’s birthday party.”

“Thank you, you’re too kind,” Chen Yufeng smiled.

“Auntie, you look radiant today—truly extraordinary.”

“That’s thanks to you. Otherwise, I’d still be a mess, nowhere near my former self…”

As she spoke, Lu Qiaoling seemed to recall something and looked at Chen Yufeng gratefully.

“By the way, Meixuan told me you saved her from being kidnapped last time. Your great kindness to our He family—we don’t even know how to thank you!”

“Auntie, you’re too polite. I just happened to be there and couldn’t stand injustice,” Chen Yufeng replied, a little embarrassed by her enthusiasm.

“Yes, you’re truly a young hero, a promising young man.”

The more Lu Qiaoling looked at Chen Yufeng, the more pleased she became. The young man possessed incredible skills, yet showed neither arrogance nor pride, only humility and refinement.

She even considered making him the family’s son-in-law.

Thinking this, she glanced at He Meixuan and earnestly instructed,

“Meixuan, Xiao Feng is a great benefactor to our family. You must treat him well and not be neglectful.”

“Mom, I know,” He Meixuan blushed, clearly understanding her mother’s meaning. It was evident her mother liked Chen Yufeng, which reassured her greatly.

Witnessing all this, Wang Wei’s anger only intensified. He couldn’t understand what abilities this bicycle boy possessed.