Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 228

Whoa, three abortions already? What an ‘experienced’ lady. The whole room was already gossiping.

Meanwhile, the lady in question stood up in outrage and yelled at Chu Feng, “Love is accepting every bit of the other person. If you can’t even accept an unborn child, what right do you have to speak about love?” With that, she angrily splashed a cup of coffee at Chu Feng and yelled self-righteously, “You’re a piece of trash! You’re an animal! You’re worse than a beast!”

Chu Feng easily sidestepped the onslaught of coffee and sneered, “Oh dear, the whole family’s brains are rotten.”

Meanwhile, the Zhou couple were speechless with rage. In the face of such moral depravity and stupidity, there was no way they could make the three of them see sense.

“Let’s go, my girl!” Mrs. Fang pointed at Liu Minglan and shouted, “I now know that this family is full of imbeciles. There are plenty of good men in this world that are scrambling to marry my beautiful, successful daughter. Who do you think you are?” Fang Yun also held her head high as the family exited with pride, completely oblivious to the gossipping around them.

At that moment, a Maybach car stopped right next to Bauhinia Private Club. After that, seven to eight intimidating-looking men in suits rushed to aid a skinny old man wearing traditional Chinese attire, who held a walking stick as he slowly walked up to the club.

“Mr. Han!” Mr. Fang’s eyes lit up when he saw the old man. Nicknamed ‘The Living Saint’, Han Yongwen was the esteemed literary scholar of Jiangbei. His son, also the owner of the Bauhinia Club, Han Ping, followed closely behind, who in turn was followed by the club’s stakeholders.

With the owner’s arrival, all the club’s staff rushed to welcome him while the clients wondered what was the occasion for both the father and son of the Han family to appear at the club.

Mr. Fang, though, immediately rushed over to greet them. “W-What brings you here, Mr. Han? Were you concerned about Yun Yun’s matchmaking session? Oh dear, we’re so sorry to have troubled you as an elder.”