Chapter 10: I'm Sorry, I Cannot Accept.

Chapter 010: Sorry, I refuse.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Chu Fei’s kick had stunned everyone; even their breathing seemed to pause.

“Well, you’re impressive. I’ll remember you!” Yang Zhiwei regained his composure, cast a cold glance at Chu Fei, and stood up to leave. The opponent’s ferocity made him wary; as the saying goes, a wise man doesn’t court disaster. He certainly didn’t want to end up like his miserable underling.

“Did I say you could leave?” Chu Fei darted forward, blocking Yang Zhiwei’s path.

“What now? Are you planning to hit me too?” Yang Zhiwei halted, his expression shifting uncertainly as he stared at Chu Fei.

“Apologize to my friends,” Chu Fei said calmly, picking up an unopened bottle of red wine from the bar.

“You—” Yang Zhiwei was so startled by Chu Fei’s action that he stepped back, his face pale. Just as everyone thought he’d recklessly charge at Chu Fei, Yang Zhiwei, contrary to his earlier arrogance, actually turned to Ximen Lu and the others and said, “Sorry, we were in the wrong just now.” Then he looked back at Chu Fei. “Is that enough?”

Everyone was stunned by the scene; this arrogant man actually apologized?

“Not sincere enough. Too quiet,” Chu Fei shook his head, his gaze still fixed on Yang Zhiwei.

Yang Zhiwei’s pupils contracted fiercely; he nearly exploded but forced himself to remain calm. Chu Fei’s kick had been terrifying—he had no desire to share his underling’s fate. Taking a deep breath, he turned again to Ximen Lu and her companions. “Sorry, everyone. Today I, Yang Zhiwei, was in the wrong. Here’s compensation for medical expenses.” He pulled out his wallet and dumped all the cash onto the bar, then glanced at Chu Fei, the message clear: Surely that’s enough?

Chu Fei pursed his lips, finally letting a hint of relaxation show on his face.

Yang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when Chu Fei said, “Your attitude was better this time, but I don’t accept it!”

With that, Chu Fei suddenly raised the wine bottle and smashed it onto Yang Zhiwei’s head.

With a deafening crash, Yang Zhiwei hadn’t even reacted before collapsing to the floor in a faint, foaming at the mouth, his body convulsing uncontrollably as if in a seizure.

The suddenness of it left everyone dumbstruck.

Especially Yang Zhiwei’s underlings; it took them a while to come to their senses.

“You—you actually dared to hit Young Master Yang—”

Those who recovered instinctively wanted to rush at Chu Fei, but his cold gaze froze them in their tracks, their faces shifting uncertainly.

“Get out!” Chu Fei spat out a single word.

The next moment.

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the previously arrogant youths actually picked up the unconscious Young Master Yang and their still retching companion and hurriedly fled the nightclub, moving at breakneck speed.

The way Chu Fei had looked at them was too terrifying; they knew if they lingered, they might never leave.

The sensation was surreal, but they were genuinely frightened.

The incident ended abruptly, though the conclusion was unexpected. Especially for Fei Lu’s employees—their gazes at Chu Fei grew more complex and peculiar.

“Chu Fei.”

Ximen Lu was the first to recover, coming to his side, but Chu Fei interrupted her just as she spoke.

“I have something to do. I’ll leave now. You all keep having fun.” He flashed Ximen Lu a grin, ignoring the strange looks from everyone else, and walked out of the nightclub alone.

“This guy really is as arrogant as ever!” Ximen Lu bit her lip gently, watching Chu Fei’s departing figure. She didn’t chase after him, instead turning to comfort and check on the injured employees.

—

Standing on the steps outside the club, Chu Fei lit a cigarette and gazed up at the dim sky, a sudden, inexplicable restlessness welling up inside him.

The scene just now brought to mind an event ten years ago—so similar. That time, he encountered a girl, but the story didn’t end well.

That girl was probably already married, living a quiet life by now.

Chu Fei sighed silently.

He hadn’t intended to act just now, but circumstances forced his hand. Only such a method would truly intimidate those youths. Another reason was to shift Yang Zhiwei’s hatred onto himself.

The greedy look Yang Zhiwei had given Ximen Lu earlier worried him.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette.

Just as Chu Fei was about to descend the steps and hail a cab home, the rapid click of high heels echoed from behind. A hurried voice followed: “Chu Fei, wait, don’t go yet!”

“You came out too?” Chu Fei turned and saw Murong Wei hurrying to his side. His eyes instinctively narrowed, noticing the girl’s chest heaving with exertion. For the first time, he realized how impressive her figure was, though her conservative attire left him a bit disappointed.

Murong Wei didn’t notice Chu Fei’s invasive gaze. Catching her breath, she looked at him and said, “Chu Fei, do you know you’ve caused big trouble today?”

“What trouble?” Chu Fei feigned ignorance.

“Do you know who Yang Zhiwei is?” Murong Wei’s expression was anxious. She hadn’t expected Chu Fei to act without warning, giving her no chance to stop him.

“What? Is he a crown prince or something?” Chu Fei laughed.

“Crown prince?” Murong Wei was puzzled for a moment, then realized what he meant and glared at him. “Yang Zhiwei might not be royalty, but he’s not ordinary either. Do you know who his father is? He’s Yang Chen, the deputy chief of Kun City’s police bureau.”

“Really?” Chu Fei was taken aback. He’d suspected Yang Zhiwei was influential, but not to this extent. No wonder the guy claimed no police in Kun City would dare arrest him—his father was the police chief. Who would dare?

“I know Yang Zhiwei well. He’s a petty, vindictive schemer. You hit him today—he’ll definitely come after you,” Murong Wei said, frowning.

“How do you know so much about him?” Chu Fei looked at Murong Wei with a half-smile, showing no concern. To him, a police chief was just another policeman.

“Me?” Murong Wei realized, biting her lip and lowering her voice. “His father once came to my house to propose for him, but I refused on account of being too young. Tonight’s trouble at the club was also because of me,” she admitted, stealing a guilty glance at Chu Fei.

Chu Fei wasn’t surprised; he’d long sensed Murong Wei’s unusual background. “So Yang Zhiwei is your prospective fiancé?”

“Fiancé? I’d never marry that jerk!” Murong Wei gritted her teeth, then looked oddly at Chu Fei. “Chu Fei, aren’t you angry?”

“Why should I be? Angry that you hid you’re a super-rich heiress, or angry that you started the trouble?” Chu Fei shrugged, smiling. “There’s nothing to be angry about. Yang Zhiwei is obviously no good—he deserved a beating.”

Murong Wei scrutinized Chu Fei, as if gauging his sincerity, then said, “Chu Fei, don’t worry. I won’t let Yang Zhiwei retaliate against you. When I get home, I’ll have my dad call Uncle Yang Chen and tell him to discipline his awful son.”

“No need. A grown man protected by a woman? How embarrassing.” Chu Fei joked, though inwardly he smiled wryly. If Murong Wei didn’t intervene, it would be fine. If she did, it would only make things worse—Yang Zhiwei would definitely seek revenge.

Murong Wei hadn’t thought that far, only fearing she’d hurt Chu Fei’s pride. She quickly smiled and reassured him: “Chu Fei, I didn’t mean to belittle you. You looked so cool fighting just now—handsome and manly, really!” She raised her hand as if swearing an oath.

“Is that so?” Chu Fei laughed heartily, pleased by the compliment.

“Of course!” Murong Wei nodded vigorously, though her mind was elsewhere. She thought Chu Fei was being naïve. Given Yang Zhiwei’s character, he would surely retaliate, so she had to ask her father for help, but she absolutely couldn’t let Chu Fei know, lest she hurt his pride.

If Chu Fei knew Murong Wei’s thoughts, he’d probably be exasperated—this girl was dead set on causing him trouble.

—

Chu Fei didn’t linger with Murong Wei and soon said his goodbyes.

He wasn’t a fool; he could see Murong Wei cared for him, perhaps even liked him. But Chu Fei pretended not to notice. She was a good girl—he didn’t want to ruin her.

As for Yang Zhiwei and his police chief father, Chu Fei didn’t worry. If they left him alone, fine. If they came at him, he wouldn’t hesitate to send them to hell.

Chu Fei never thought of himself as a good person. He didn’t provoke others, but neither would he show mercy to his enemies. That was his principle, instilled in him by the old trickster since childhood.

And—

Ximen Lu had obviously tried to seduce him in the private room. Did she have ulterior motives?

Chu Fei was still thinking about what had happened in the nightclub as he stepped out of the taxi, when suddenly his eyes widened.

He saw a stunning Audi R8 sports car parked near his apartment and, leaning against it, the seductive figure of a woman smiling flirtatiously at him.

Qi Hong!

Under the dim lights, Qi Hong was like a rose blooming wildly in the darkness, radiating an irresistible allure.

Chu Fei’s face broke into a dazzling smile, and he strode quickly toward her.

[Extra chapter today to round things off. Star is pretty generous, isn’t she!]