Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 438 The King of the Earth and Mountains, with His Old, Slippery Shoulders

The morning tea session ended in a pleasant atmosphere for both hosts and guests.

Lu Mingfei put down his chopsticks and casually wiped his mouth with a napkin. Chu Zihang, who was sitting next to him, stopped eating almost simultaneously.

The main focus is on tacit understanding.

Lu Mingfei said he had other things to attend to and planned to take his leave.

The four family heads exchanged a knowing glance, knowing it was time to offer their "gifts".

As the person in charge, Li Xuanheng put on a perfectly timed smile and spoke first:
"We apologize for any inconvenience caused. The four of us have prepared a small gift, which is really nothing but a token of our appreciation. We hope you two will accept it with a smile."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three family heads, Zhao, Wang, and Zhang, all smiled and echoed his sentiments.

Several women dressed in elegant cheongsams, who had been waiting quietly to the side, stepped forward gracefully, carrying gift boxes that had been prepared beforehand.

Because they had considered that Lu Mingfei might bring his girlfriend along as a perfunctory gesture, they arranged for girls who were too glamorous to avoid arousing her jealousy. Therefore, all of them were dignified and elegant, and their demeanor and attire did not arouse any impure thoughts.

The gift box is exquisite and luxurious, clearly showing that a lot of thought was put into it; you can tell it's quite valuable just by looking at the outer packaging.

The head of the Wang family wore a hint of barely perceptible smugness on his face.

He believed he had thought things through thoroughly, having prepared two generous gifts: one for Lu Mingfei and the other for the female companion he might bring. He felt this thoughtfulness would earn him the top prize.

However, when the other three family heads signaled their subordinates to present all the gifts, the smile on the Wang family head's face instantly froze.

The Zhao, Zhang, and Li families prepared a total of four gifts! Two gifts for each person!

Damn it, you bastard!
The Wang family patriarch was inwardly raging, thinking how these old bastards were utterly uncivilized and incompetent, but he had to force himself to maintain a calm and composed smile, though the curve of his lips looked rather forced.

Lu Mingfei took in the whole scene and found it quite amusing.

To be honest, these little tricks of Old Deng's were quite a bit of entertainment.

He didn't stand on ceremony with anyone and readily accepted the gifts, telling them to take them all to the car later.

Chu Zihang hadn't expected to get a share, but since Lu Mingfei had agreed, he didn't need to say anything more. He thought to himself that he could use this opportunity to give a share to Xia Mi.

"You're too kind, we'll accept your hospitality." Lu Mingfei wasn't one of those hypocrites who would say, "Oh dear, what are you doing? This is unacceptable!" while simultaneously opening their pockets.

Besides, they had no choice but to accept the gift, otherwise those four old men would have something to say about it when they got back.

The four family heads repeatedly said, "It's nothing," and "It's just a small token of our appreciation," and escorted the two men out of the teahouse with great courtesy. Only after watching them get into their carriages and leave did they breathe a sigh of relief, and then exchange glances with each other, each harboring their own calculations.

The head of the Wang family pointed at the other three, his teeth itching with anger: "You three old geezers, you really went all out!"

"Hey, I can't compare to you, Lao Wang, your gift is small but your sentiment is deep, haha."

"Yes, you're aloof, you're amazing, you are!" The Zhang family head gave a thumbs up.

The head of the Li family stroked his beard and smiled, ignoring the commotion of the old folks, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.

Inside the car, Lu Mingfei casually opened a gift box that felt slightly heavy. Inside was a piece of mutton fat jade of excellent quality. It was warm to the touch and had a restrained luster, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary item.

"It's a pity it's not a little duck." He picked up the jade pendant and looked at it in the light outside the car window, feeling a little regretful.

Erii treasured the platinum duck pendant he gave her and would never replace it with this plain-looking white jade pendant.

“These old men are really going all out. Let’s split it up when we get back and see who can open the super blind box.” Lu Mingfei put the jade pendant back into the box and said to Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang, who was driving, naturally had no objection to this. There were a full fourteen blind gift boxes, enough for their group to share.

Back at the hotel, Chu Zihang went to his room first.

The room was quiet and tidy, empty, without the figure that was expected to pounce out.

He turned around, carrying the gift box, and went to Xia Mi's door, raising his hand to knock gently.

"The door isn't locked—" came the girl's clear, slightly languid reply from inside.

Chu Zihang pushed open the door and entered. What came into view was Xia Mi lying on the soft bed, swinging her two fair legs and her toes swinging casually in the air, engrossed in a book in her hands.

When Xia Mi saw Chu Zihang come in carrying two large gift boxes, her eyes lit up slightly.

Instead of jumping up like a young girl, she propped herself up on her elbows while lying down and stretched like a lazy cat.

The seemingly casual movement caused the neckline of her light blue cartoon pajamas to slip slightly, revealing delicate bra straps and a patch of smooth, snow-white shoulder skin.

Although her figure was far from bursting through the buttons, she could unbutton them manually, and her fair, delicate shoulders were dazzling in the indoor light.

Chu Zihang had just finished a sumptuous morning tea, infused with countless ancestral glories. Upon seeing this vibrant and fragrant scene, he felt his blood and qi stagnate slightly, then surge even more violently.

He subconsciously looked away, coughed lightly, and then casually looked back, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

He knew very well that if he didn't show any embarrassment, Xia Mi would definitely press her advantage and tease him relentlessly.

"You're back?" Xia Mi couldn't help but smile when she saw his slightly flustered appearance, secretly pleased with herself.

Sure enough, simply imitating the love-struck tricks of those girls at Shilan Middle School was too shallow. With their limited skills, Chu Zihang wouldn't even bother to give them a second glance.

If she hadn't been naturally beautiful and irresistible, she would never have been able to lure the aloof and handsome young man into her home with just superficial seduction.

As times progress, the Dragon King cannot lag behind. She sought out professional books for theoretical guidance, preparing to combine her own favorable conditions with a two-pronged approach to achieve results.

Judging from Chu Zihang's reaction now, it's true that there are good methods in books, and the ancients were right!
"came back."

Chu Zihang steadied himself, placed the two gift boxes he had casually picked up on the table, and briefly explained the origin and destination of these gifts.

Seeing that he hadn't grasped the "glamour" she was deliberately displaying, and didn't offer to help her pull up her slipping pajamas, Xia Mi let out a soft hum, pulled up her collar herself to hide her girlish charm, then got out of bed and walked barefoot to the table:

"Didn't you open it to check beforehand?"

"No." Chu Zihang shook his head.

"What if the gift is a razor? I don't need that kind of thing."

Xia Mi, with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, casually opened one of the larger gift boxes.

The box lid was lifted, revealing a neatly arranged array of exquisitely packaged and expensive health supplements.

Xia Mi picked up a box and looked at it. Being knowledgeable, she also studied pharmacology and knew that these were precious tonics that "nourish yin and yang, replenish qi and blood, promote secondary development, and improve qi and blood deficiency." In particular, some of them were helpful for breast enhancement... The girl's face darkened instantly at a visible speed.

She slowly turned her head, staring at Chu Zihang with a death stare, her tone dangerous: "This...is...something...you...specially...chosen...for...me?"

When Chu Zihang saw the specific names of the supplements in the gift box, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He quickly waved his hand, explaining that these were prepared by the family head and had nothing to do with him; he had just casually taken two boxes.

Xia Mi narrowed her eyes upon hearing this, her tone suspicious: "Really?"

"real."

"I'll trust you this once." Xia Mi hummed, then opened another, slightly smaller gift box.

This time, it wasn't filled with medicinal herbs, but rather a set of exquisitely crafted bone china teaware with a unique texture.

The teacups and teapots have a warm, metallic bronze texture. They are devoid of any superfluous patterns, yet they still exude an unparalleled sense of luxury. Anyone who comes here would recognize them as priceless treasures.

However, Xia Mi's face was even darker than before, almost as dark as ink.

Because this is a tea set meticulously carved from dragon bone!
To human-hybrids, this might be a symbol of status and power, a collectible worth showing off.

But she's a dragon!
Or is His Majesty the Great King of the Earth and Mountains!
What normal person would use the skull of their own kind as a wine vessel?!

When Chu Zihang saw her expression change again and her aura turn cold, like a portable air conditioner, he knew something was wrong. Just as he was about to continue explaining, Xia Mi pounced on him like a cat with its fur standing on end, pinning him down on the sofa.

The slender girl sat astride his belly, looking down at him. Her once clear eyes now shone with a dazzling golden light, and the majesty of a dragon king unconsciously emanated from her. Her voice carried dissatisfaction and a hint of gritted teeth:
"Tell me! This time, were you doing it on purpose? Or were you just careless?!"

Chu Zihang was forced to lie back on the sofa, looking at the face above him, which appeared even more vivid and lively with anger. He was about to reiterate that it was truly a misunderstanding, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the book on the bedside table.

A gentle summer breeze swept by outside the window, turning the pages of the book. As he flipped through the pages rapidly, the cover of the book was revealed to him—"How to Make Your Boyfriend Take the Initiative."

In a flash, Chu Zihang's brain, like a CPU, sped up, changing his strategy of sophistry with speed comparable to a supercomputer and artificial intelligence.

Instead of offering futile explanations, he stretched out his arms and, with a slight hesitation but undeniable force, embraced her slender waist, pulling her from her superior position into his embrace.

Xia Mi gasped in surprise, suddenly falling into a warm and firm chest, a blush rising on her cheeks.

Just when she thought that this blockhead had finally come to his senses and that what followed would be the long-awaited, domineering kiss like that of a domineering CEO, and her heart started racing uncontrollably, Chu Zihang's next move left her speechless with amusement.

He simply patted her back gently with one hand and stroked her hair with the other, as if soothing an angry or sulking child, and said in a soft and gentle voice, "I didn't mean to."

He paused, seemingly thinking of a way to make amends, and continued in that coaxing tone for a child:
"Don't be angry. We'll go shopping later and I'll buy you whatever gift you want."

Xia Mi was held in his arms, feeling his slightly stiff but warm embrace. Listening to his "compensation plan" which was completely devoid of any romantic sense, she was at a loss for words, neither angry nor amused.

Do you think I'm some kind of spoiled little girl?

But she misunderstood. This was something Chu Zihang had been exposed to. After the family was reorganized, his stepfather would occasionally make his mother feel dissatisfied, and this was how he compensated her.

Problems that can be solved with money are never real problems.

Of course, he never accompanies his mother on shopping sprees. He always sends her money and lets her go shopping and drinking with her group of girlfriends.

As for his biological father, he always apologizes with a smile when he makes his mother angry, and then he dares to do it again next time.

Chu Zihang chooses the best option, but he also knows the importance of companionship, so he will be with Xia Mi.

I will pay for it myself!

Xia Mi was a little speechless, but it wasn't bad. At least this guy realized why he was angry and was willing to spend time making amends.

In the end, she only struggled symbolically for a couple of moments before resignedly snuggling into his arms, like a cat that had finally been stroked and felt comfortable, temporarily putting aside her resentment towards the dragon bone tea cup and breast enhancement supplements.

I must say, it's quite comfortable.

The king of the earth and mountains quietly sniffed, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

Hey classmate, you smell so good!

……

Meanwhile, Lu Mingfei was handing out gifts like Santa Claus.

Old Tang, Constantine, and Longma Xun all received their own share.

Fingel was no exception, but when Lu Mingfei knocked on his door, he also saw Caesar.

The young master of the Gattuso family was sitting in front of Fingel's computer, frowning and intently browsing something.

When asked why he was there instead of spending time with his girlfriend learning how to take care of a child to prepare for the future, he replied that two girls upstairs were having a great time chatting and taking care of their child.

He had just changed Ricardo's diaper and wiped his bottom, and he smelled bad. Afraid of bothering his girlfriend, he simply came down to Fingel's place to air out.

Fingel: Is this true or not?
We're going to see Nono's father soon. Although Nono has a lot of opinions about him, he is, after all, Nono's biological father and the leader of a powerful force.

Both morally and logically, Caesar should have given the other party the respect they deserved.

To this end, he specifically asked Fingel, an information broker, to dig deep and find a lot of scandals, dirt, and rumors about Mr. Chen.

He had previously commissioned Fingel to investigate the Chen family's public, semi-public, and non-public information, but that was no longer Lu Mingfei's concern. What he needed to consider was how to defend Nuonuo when she argued with her father after they went to the Chen family.

He knew that Nuonuo still had some psychological trauma from her father, so he needed to practice first in case she couldn't be sharp-tongued later.

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei casually handed a gift box to Caesar: "What's the use of practicing that stuff? Are you planning to curse her father to death? Use this thing, it's simple and direct."

Caesar glanced at Fingel and noticed a custom-made fountain pen in the gift box he had opened. The pen was inlaid with tiny, dark diamonds, incredibly luxurious, and Fingel's eyes lit up.

So he opened the gift box in his hand and found a scroll inside.

Caesar frowned, unable to understand how this thing could be used.

But after picking it up and padding it, I felt the weight was off, so I slowly unrolled the scroll.

Surprisingly, it didn't contain any ancient text, but a map, and judging from the place names, it was an ancient Chinese map.

A famous anecdote flashed through Caesar's mind, and his lips twitched slightly. He pulled open the scroll and saw a dark gold dragon bone dagger that gleamed with a chilling aura hidden inside.

Just as Jing Ke attempted to assassinate the King of Qin in ancient times, Caesar attempted to assassinate his father-in-law in modern times.
(End of this chapter)