Chapter 3392 — A Warm Reception
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Seeing Wei Zhao standing there dumbstruck, the Tang leader felt rather awkward, and Tang Taizhong likewise had no idea what that expression on Wei Zhao's face meant, nor what he ought to say.
"Brother Arrowhead, I think they're dying to get themselves a son-in-law!" Shen Yushu got out of the car and said to Wei Zhao, "Oh, right—Bingtang of the Ice Palace seems to have some connection to the Tang family."
"Oh…" Wei Zhao suddenly understood. Could it be that the Tang family had heard Bingtang was going to be his littlest-littlest-littlest-littlest wife, and so had taken him for their son-in-law?
Seeing that lukewarm, neither-hot-nor-cold look on Wei Zhao's face, the Tang leader truly did not dare say more. He assumed Wei Zhao was still fuming over the Tang family's severing of ties with Tang Zhi at the birthday banquet—and if Wei Zhao's anger had not yet cooled, then to keep talking now would be courting death.
"Young Hero Lin, I have already instructed the kitchen to prepare a banquet. Would you prefer that we sit down to eat now, or rest a while first?" Tang Taizhong dared not bring up Tang Zhi again, and grew ever more deferential toward Wei Zhao—he had even begun calling himself "this humble one," all in the hope of earning Wei Zhao's forgiveness.
True, some of the dishes had been added at Tang Taizhong's order after the fact, but a banquet is not something that requires every dish to be laid out before one may eat; serve one and eat one, and that is perfectly acceptable too. So with what had been prepared earlier, they could sit down right now.
"I'm not hungry, and I'm not tired. We came here to solve a problem—let's first talk about this hidden Tang family business of yours," Wei Zhao said with a wave of his hand, declining Tang Taizhong's offer and cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
Wei Zhao was a chef himself—was he going to be impressed by a single banquet? And he was a ** practitioner besides; the fatigue of travel meant nothing to him.
"Then… very well. Young Hero Lin, Director Song, this way please. And these three are—?" Tang Taizhong did not recognize Shen Yushu or Yu Xiaoke.
"Shen Yushu of the hidden Yu family, the swordswoman Yan of the Thieving Sect, and the fiancée of Kang Jingming's elder brother from the Xuandan Sect," Wei Zhao introduced them briefly. "All of them count among those closest to me."
"Ah! Your names have long preceded you, long preceded you!" Tang Taizhong hurriedly cupped his hands and said—though "long preceded you" was pure nonsense; he had never heard of any of the three. Especially the last one: Elder Kang Jingming of the Xuandan Sect he did know, but how had Kang Jingming's elder brother's fiancée gotten mixed up with Wei Zhao?
This Wei Zhao was ** enough—even this was possible? And Kang Jingming had agreed to it? Well, apparently he had, otherwise why would he not dare breathe a word to this day? At that thought, Tang Taizhong found Wei Zhao ** all the more.
"Old Master Tang is indeed a man of wide experience. Shen Yushu used to belong to the Chen family of the secular world—she has only just learned of her true parentage as a Yu, and the name 'swordswoman Yan' was simply made up by her. Her name is Yu Xiaoke," Wei Zhao said. "As for Wang Xinyan, I have already forced Kang Jingming to make his elder brother scram. She is my girlfriend now."
"Uh…" Tang Taizhong broke into a sweat on the spot. He had only tossed out a few casual compliments—how was he to know he had flattered all the wrong people? He felt thoroughly glum. "The people at Mr. Lin's side—I would say they are all formidable sorts, so surely they must be illustrious names…"
Still, when he heard that Wei Zhao had actually forced Kang Jingming's elder brother to scram, he thought: just how ** must a man be for Kang Jingming to give in like that?