Chapter 509 — I Want to Take It All

When Wang Xinyan read Wei Zhao's message, her mouth fell open into a perfect "O"—wide enough to fit a whole egg inside. She had never imagined that Wei Zhao would warn her so bluntly!

The Kang family was going to be finished? How could the Kang family be finished? Wang Xinyan did not care much for the Kangs, but from what she could see, they were flourishing more with each passing day. She could not understand how they might suddenly collapse... Could this matter have something to do with Wei Zhao?

At that thought, her heart tightened, and her chest fluttered like a startled fawn. Had Wei Zhao told her this out of trust? Was he not afraid she would pass it on to Kang Jinglong? Or had he done it for her sake? Had he noticed that she was unhappy with this marriage arrangement? Or did he... feel something for her?

Wang Xinyan blushed slightly. She drew a deep breath and furtively glanced around, only to find that Kang Jinglong was paying her no attention; at that moment, intent on currying favor with Wu Chengtian, he too was fiddling with his phone, snapping photos of Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao.

At the table, everyone was holding a phone, so it drew no particular notice when Wang Xinyan and Wei Zhao took out theirs as well.

"I don't like him. Don't do anything rash."

Wang Xinyan hesitated, then composed a message and sent it to Wei Zhao. No sooner had it gone out than she began to regret it—was what she had said a little too ambiguous? Her intention had merely been to keep Wei Zhao out of trouble, but now it seemed as though she were in a hurry to clear something up with him...

"Heh..." Wei Zhao smiled faintly at the message and sent one back: Don't worry. As long as he doesn't provoke me, I have no time to bother with him.

Reading Wei Zhao's reply, Wang Xinyan let out a breath of relief—yet she was also somewhat astonished. Wei Zhao's tone seemed remarkably bold, and it only made her more curious. Who on earth was Wei Zhao?

From the first time she had met him on the train, to their second encounter on the commercial street, to sharing a plane ride just days ago, and now sitting at the same table—in every instance Wei Zhao seemed to play a different role.

"Brother Chengtian, they used to call your family the Wu family of the Iron Hand—what was that all about?" Feng Xiaoxiao had eaten for a while when the matter of Wu the Iron Hand suddenly came back to her, and she asked out of curiosity.

At Feng Xiaoxiao's question, Wu Chengtian's spirits soared. It seemed this meal had indeed been worth the money—this Feng Xiaoxiao was a delight, so understanding of others! He had been worrying that he would find no occasion to practice his posturing, and here she was, handing him a chance to show off!

Still, ordinary posturing was beneath Wu Chengtian now. He meant to challenge a higher realm!

So he shot Xiao Wangba a glance, signaling him to play along. A successful poser, after all, could not manage on his own—he needed others to cooperate if he was to posture with real skill and true refinement!

Xiao Wangba understood at once and said to Feng Xiaoxiao, "You didn't know? Brother Chengtian's family is a clan of ancient martial arts. The technique they cultivate is called the Iron Hand Art—it's fearsome! With one hand he can crush a lump of iron to pieces!"

"Wow! That tough?" Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes went wide. "Then isn't he, like, a superman?"

"Superman? What's a superman? Compared to Brother Chengtian, he'd be downed in a single move!" said Xiao Wangba.

"Then, Brother Chengtian, could you give me a demonstration? Let me see your heroic form!" Feng Xiaoxiao said excitedly. "There's a vase here—crush it for me, let me see!"

As she spoke, Feng Xiaoxiao pointed at the gold vase inlaid with diamonds on the table.

"Huh? This one?" Wu Chengtian was taken aback. The gold vase looked rather valuable—if he crushed it, they would not make him pay for it, would they?

"Oh... isn't this thing too precious? It's my fault. How about we find something cheaper to crush?" Feng Xiaoxiao said, a little embarrassed.

"Precious? Precious, my foot! Gold is too soft—I'm afraid it won't show my true strength!" Wu Chengtian waved his hand and spoke as though it were nothing at all.

"Wow! So that's how it is! Then hurry and crush it, let me see!" Feng Xiaoxiao nodded. "I said it all along—Brother Chengtian comes from a first-rate clan, he's bound to be top-tier rich. How could he care about a worthless vase!"

"Exactly!" Wu Chengtian casually snatched up the vase and squeezed hard. The vase immediately caved in, and the diamonds on it came loose and fell away.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! So cool!" Feng Xiaoxiao clapped and cheered. "Brother Chengtian, you're so stylish—you really are the toughest man in the world!"

"Just so-so!" Wu Chengtian was immensely pleased with himself. Only now did he realize how wonderful **really was—not only was his vanity thoroughly satisfied, but it also worked remarkably well for picking up girls!

"Brother Chengtian, why don't you give me this vase as a keepsake, hmm? Whenever I look at it, I'll remember Brother Chengtian's valor!" Feng Xiaoxiao said expectantly.

"No problem, consider it done!" Wu Chengtian casually handed the vase to Feng Xiaoxiao.

Feng Xiaoxiao excitedly put it away, and while she was at it, she also pocketed the diamonds that had fallen from it.

Xiao Wangba wanted to say something, but seeing how utterly indifferent Wu Chengtian looked, he thought better of it.

"Thank you, Brother Chengtian! I'm sure that once Brother Chengtian unleashes his Iron Hand Technique, any girl would be smitten. If I didn't already have a boyfriend, I'd want to run off with you!" Feng Xiaoxiao said, blushing and excited.

Wu Chengtian's heart stirred, and he nearly blurted out, "It doesn't matter that you have a boyfriend—just keep me company tonight!" But then he thought of Feng Xiaoxiao's identity, and that she was Wei Zhao's girlfriend. If he took her back with him, not only would Feng Tianlong come after him, but even his pursuit of Sun Jingyan would run into trouble. So he hastily abandoned the notion.

Still, he said smugly, "Well, I suppose it's passable. I don't usually use it lightly, so it's not as though many girls are fond of me!"

"Brother Chengtian, you're far too modest!" After praising him, Feng Xiaoxiao went right back to demolishing the feast on the table. After talking for a while, she found she could put away quite a bit more...

Half an hour later...

"Phew, I'm full!" Feng Xiaoxiao set down her knife, fork, and chopsticks, let out a long breath, and then patted her belly. "That was delicious. Could I get this packed up to go?"

"Huh?" Wu Chengtian thought to himself, we haven't even eaten yet, and you're already asking for a doggy bag? But then he reflected that he had achieved his goal today—not only had he learned to wield ** with skill, but he had also snapped photos of Wei Zhao and Feng Xiaoxiao. All in all, it had been a bountiful haul!

At that thought, Wu Chengtian called out toward the door of the private room: "Waiter, doggy bags!"