Chapter Ninety-Eight: You Were the One Who Asked Me to Light It

Aunt Wang and her son sang in harmony before Chu Feng, completely unprepared for the fact that Han Xuefang had brought a boyfriend along today.

“No need to trouble yourselves, but young man, I have to remind you: when you’re free tomorrow, go get a checkup at the hospital. I can see your health is somewhat lacking.”

Chu Feng didn’t stoop to argue with the two opposite him. Instead, he advised Xiao Hai to get a medical examination when he had the chance. Upon seeing him, Chu Feng noticed his sallow complexion and the faint beads of cold sweat on his forehead, which made him certain the young man was suffering from kidney deficiency.

Though it was hot outside in the capital, they were seated in a private room with air conditioning overhead. Normally, no one would sweat like that under such conditions—only those with kidney issues would.

“I’m not sick, why would I go to the hospital? People like you probably just set up stalls to lure others into coming for checkups. That’s how your hospital makes money,” Xiao Hai retorted dismissively.

He didn’t take Chu Feng’s advice seriously; in his eyes, kidney deficiency wasn’t a disease—he believed a little extra Viagra would fix everything.

Seeing Xiao Hai’s unwillingness to listen, Chu Feng said no more. After all, his body was his own concern. Since this guy kept provoking him, there was no need to care about his wellbeing.

“Xiaofang, we haven’t ordered yet. What would you like to eat? Feel free to choose,” Aunt Wang said, handing the menu to Han Xuefang.

“I’m fine. The guest should follow the host. Why don’t you two order?” Han Xuefang pushed the menu back. She had already eaten before coming and wasn’t hungry.

Aunt Wang handed the menu to her son again. The purpose of this meal was for Han Xuefang to get to know her son, but she hadn’t anticipated that Han Xuefang would bring a man along.

“Brother Chu, since you work all day and probably rarely come to places like this, just order whatever you want. This meal is on me,” Xiao Hai said, throwing the menu at Chu Feng, though his words were laced with condescension.

He wanted to humiliate Chu Feng in front of Han Xuefang, showing her the gap between them and proving that he was superior.

“Then I won’t hold back,” Chu Feng replied, no longer polite. He opened the menu and began selecting dishes.

After a while, Chu Feng finished marking his choices. On the last page were wines; he casually checked off a bottle of Lafite, then added four more.

Handing the menu to the waiter behind him, Chu Feng expected the usual procedure. But when the waiter glanced at the selections, she was immediately stunned.

“Sir, are you sure about these orders?” she asked quickly, returning the menu for confirmation.

“Yes, the young master just said this meal’s on him. I can order whatever I want, right, Young Master Hai?” Chu Feng said, deliberately looking at Xiao Hai and addressing him formally.

“That’s right. Just follow what’s on the menu. Whatever the cost, I’ll pay,” Xiao Hai said, assuming Chu Feng had only ticked a few dishes at the start of the menu. He didn’t care and allowed the waiter to leave.

Shortly after, four serving carts were pushed in, fully laden with the dishes Chu Feng had ordered, along with five bottles of Lafite.

Aunt Wang and her son’s faces darkened at the sight of so much food. Xiao Hai hadn’t expected Chu Feng to order so extravagantly—and the five bottles of Lafite were the worst part.

“Waiter, you must have made a mistake. We didn’t order this much food, and certainly not five bottles of Lafite,” Xiao Hai called the waiter back.

“Sir, these were all ticked on the menu. We still have four servings of white sturgeon caviar to serve, which takes a bit longer,” the waiter explained. After setting the dishes down, she opened two bottles of the wine and poured half a glass for each person present.

“Young Master Hai, I forgot to mention—I’m from the countryside and have always had a big appetite. That’s why I ordered so much. Please don’t take offense,” Chu Feng said with a look of innocent realization, as if acknowledging a great faux pas. He then lifted the nearest glass and downed a mouthful of Lafite.

Hearing this, Xiao Hai said nothing more. To him, the five bottles of wine were the only expensive part; the rest of the dishes weren’t too costly.

“Well then, the dishes are all here. Let’s eat together,” Aunt Wang said, still with a grim expression but unwilling to send the food back. She called out to Chu Feng and Han Xuefang’s parents to start.

“Xiaofang, you see, my son Xiao Hai is pretty well-off in every way. He even owns a company in Nanhai. Why don’t you quit your nursing job? It’s tiring, and you could be his assistant at the company,” Aunt Wang said between bites, listing all her son’s virtues as she tried to persuade Han Xuefang to move to Nanhai with him.

“I really like being a nurse. Though it’s a bit hard, it makes me feel fulfilled every day. I have no plans to change jobs right now,” Han Xuefang replied gently, indirectly declining Aunt Wang’s proposal.

Her parents heard her words and said nothing more. Their daughter was grown now, beyond their control.

Aunt Wang and her son, hearing the refusal, also fell silent, eager to finish the meal and leave to avoid further awkwardness.

While they ate, the waiter brought out the four servings of white sturgeon caviar. Seeing it, Chu Feng immediately took two for himself.

Xiao Hai watched Chu Feng eat so boldly and without restraint, his eyes filled with disdain.

Thus, Chu Feng and Han Xuefang exchanged dishes between themselves, while her parents spoke quietly nearby, no one paying any attention to Xiao Hai and Aunt Wang.