The saintess is pregnant, what does that have to do with me, a spoiled brat?

Chen Yunfei stared intently at Xu Nuo, his chest heaving violently.

Who is this guy in front of me?

The number one playboy in the capital!

Even his father wouldn't dare to provoke a living Yama!

If this matter really angers that overprotective old madman, the Duke of Zhenguo, and he blocks the Chen family's gate with murderous intent, the Chen family will probably suffer a great loss.

Damn it, such a big thing has happened, what are we going to do now?

Cold sweat beaded on Chen Yunfei's forehead. He suppressed the frustration in his heart and forced a smile:

"Young Master Xu, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion is, after all, the core business of the Chen family, and the matter is of great importance. May I go back and consider it?"

"not good."

Xu Nuo didn't even lift her eyelids, gently tapping the table with her folding fan:

"If my grandfather finds out that Young Master Chen framed me and threw me into the imperial prison in an attempt to kill me."

"I wonder how he will react?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yunfei was so angry that he almost jumped up and down on the spot.

"When did I frame you? This was all the work of that bastard Qian Dafu, what does it have to do with me!"

Xu Nuo leaned back in her chair, looking at him with a half-smile.

"So, do you think my grandfather believes you or me?"

you!

Chen Yunfei was completely dumbfounded.

He stared at Xu Nuo with wide eyes, his mind buzzing.

He'd seen shameless people before, but he'd never seen anyone this shameless!

What do you mean, "Who does your grandfather believe?"

This is blatant framing and slander, isn't it?

The heir of a noble family has no shame, has he?

"Young Master Xu, aren't you afraid that what you're doing will get out and bring shame upon the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion?"

Xu Nuo leaned back in her chair, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Do you think I care?

Grass!

Chen Yunfei's face turned ashen, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

That bastard's reputation is already rotten to the core! He doesn't care about his reputation whatsoever.

Damn it, what do we do now?

Chen Yunfei's brain was working at lightning speed.

Zuixianlou is one of the Chen family's most profitable businesses. If it is handed over like this, the Chen family's income this year will be reduced by at least 20%!

The losses are enormous!

Not to mention handing it over to a scoundrel like Xu Nuo, it's worse than killing him.

"Young Master Xu, I really didn't instigate this. You can't be unreasonable. How about I compensate you with some money..." Chen Yunfei was still grumbling and trying to bargain.

Xu Nuo picked at his ear, his patience exhausted.

"Lin Hu".

"exist!"

"beat."

Without saying a word, Lin Hu strode forward and swung his palm, as big as a palm fan, directly at the target.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Chen Yunfei flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall. Before he could even scream, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth.

"Young Master Chen!"

The group of lackeys outside the door immediately erupted in chaos upon seeing this.

"You fucking dare to hit Young Master Chen?"

"Are you blind? Do you even know who Young Master Chen is?"

"Guards! Kill him!"

Several rich kids were yelling and trying to rush in.

Chen Yunfei, clutching his face which was swollen like a pig's head, was terrified and roared:

"Shut the fuck up! Get out!"

Do these idiots want him to die even faster?

The lackeys outside the door were dumbfounded, frozen in place, unsure whether to go forward or backward.

Xu Nuo stood up, slowly walked to Chen Yunfei, and looked down at him.

"Show us the house deed and the land deed."

Chen Yunfei trembled all over, and looking at Xu Nuo's ambiguous smile, his mental defenses completely collapsed.

He knew that today, he had no choice but to pay up for the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

"I...I'll give it to you..." Chen Yunfei's hands trembled as he pulled out a bunch of keys and several contracts stamped with red seals from his pocket and handed them over.

Xu Nuo took the contract, glanced at it, and tossed it to Fatty Wang next to him with satisfaction.

"Why didn't you just end it quickly earlier? You ended up getting a beating." Xu Nuo patted Chen Yunfei's face.

"If you're not satisfied, you can have your father come to the Duke's mansion to find my grandfather."

Before leaving, Xu Nuo left behind one last sentence:

"You have fifteen minutes to get out of here immediately. I don't want any outsiders in my restaurant."

Chen Yunfei covered his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and scrambled out of the private room.

Upon seeing this, the group of wealthy young men outside dared not linger any longer. They looked as if they had lost their parents and followed Chen Yunfei away in a sorry state.

As for the manager, servants, and cooks at Zuixianlou, Chen Yunfei neither had time to take them with him nor dared to.

In less than fifteen minutes, the entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion was cleaned up, leaving only the original waiters trembling in the lobby.

Xu Nuo sat in the main seat, toying with the several contracts stamped with red seals in his hands.

This is called getting something for nothing.

And just like that, the best restaurant in the capital fell into their hands.

"Wow, that's impressive, Brother Xu!"

Fatty Wang, with his big belly sticking out, came closer, his fat face squished into a ball with a smile, and his eyes shining.

"That's a brilliant move! Won't our business grow even bigger this way?"

Xu Nuo tucked the contract into his pocket and waved his hand.

"No problem."

Fatty Wang chuckled twice, then frowned and rubbed his hands together with some concern.

"Brother Xu, do you think the Chen family will let this go?"

After all, it's the number one restaurant in the capital, a money tree that rakes in money every day. What if the Chen family can't swallow this insult and tries to trip us up in secret?

Xu Nuo picked up her teacup, took a sip, and looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Given our positions—one the heir of a duke's family, the other the only son of the Minister of Works—what can the Chen family do if they're not satisfied?"

"He dares to bite me?"

Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

Yup!

My father is the son of the Minister of Works, and Brother Xu is the only son of the Duke of Zhenguo!

The Chen family is nothing!

"Brother Xu is right!" Fatty Wang exclaimed confidently, rubbing his hands excitedly. "Should we hurry up and move our stuff to Zuixianlou?"

Xu Nuo raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

"Milk tea!" Fatty Wang said matter-of-factly.

"This restaurant is so big, how many cups of milk tea can it sell in a day! Let's just close that run-down shop outside the city and move everything here!"

Xu Nuo shook his head.

"No, this place is used for something else."

Fatty Wang was stunned.

"Anything else?"

If you can't make 10,000 taels a day in the milk tea business, what else can you do?

Xu Nuo leaned back in her chair, her gaze sweeping over the luxurious private room, and said with a faint smile:

"There's no rush now."

……

It is thousands of miles away from the capital.

On the official road, a group of people were galloping on horseback.

The leader was a handsome young man, dressed in spotless white robes, with an air of superiority about him.

Beside him stood a still-attractive woman in palace attire and an elderly man in a gray robe with a sinister face.

Further behind were dozens of attendants dressed in uniform robes, each exuding a restrained aura, clearly skilled fighters.

The young man pulled on the reins and slowed the horse down.

He turned his head to look at the beautiful woman in palace attire beside him, his tone carrying a hint of condescension.

"Elder Jingyue, we are less than two thousand miles from the capital."

"Have you figured out how to resolve this matter?"

The young man smirked coldly. "After all, Qingyi is your personal disciple."

Elder Jingyue frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, Qingyi is not someone who doesn't know what's important. There must be something hidden here. We should go to the capital first, find out the situation, and then make a decision."

The Holy Son snorted coldly.

"Get the facts straight?"

"The Holy Maiden of the Primordial Holy Land actually admitted in public that she willingly followed a纨绔 (playboy) from the secular world. This is simply trampling on the face of our Primordial Holy Land!"

"This concerns the reputation of the Primordial Holy Land, so I hope Elder Jingyue will not be swayed by womanly sentimentality."

"Before His Majesty departed, he instructed that this matter be entirely entrusted to me."

Elder Jingyue's expression changed, but she ultimately lowered her head.

"That's natural."

The Holy Son withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he turned to look at the gray-robed old man on the other side.

"Mysterious Protector".

"Xu Zhentian's reputation is unparalleled throughout the world; he is known as the number one martial artist in the Great Li. Do you have a chance of defeating him?"

The old man, known as the Mysterious Protector, stroked his beard and let out a disdainful sneer.

"You can rest assured, Your Majesty."

"Just some brute from the secular world, relying on brute force to make a name for themselves. Do they really think they can contend with the foundation of my holy land?"

"That old scoundrel, leave him to me."

The Holy Son nodded.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the capital, his eyes chillingly cold.

"Hmph, and that Xu Nuo too. Once we arrive in the capital, I, the Holy Son, will make sure he's the first to die!"