Chapter 452 Almost Got My Peach Stolen

• Wang Zhangui could read the chill on Duan Chenfeng’s face plain as day, yet he didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. In his head, he even cursed Duan Chenfeng for being a dumbass. This shipment, going back and forth, was going to net him a few million! “Heh. Later, I learned you were donating supplies to the kids back in your hometown. I respect that from the bottom of my heart. So I brought two truckloads of supplies too, planning to donate them to the school. After all, my hometown’s also in Qinglong Hill!” Hearing that Wang Zhangui was also a charitable soul and had brought two truckloads of supplies, the frost on Duan Chenfeng’s face eased a lot. “Oh? So, Boss Wang, you’re here to donate as well—” “Duan Chenfeng, get out here and bring your young master inside!” Duan Chenfeng had been about to stand when Lin Shuainan’s roar blasted in from outside. In an instant, Duan Chenfeng’s whole body tensed. Off to the side, Duan Chenyang hurried him along: “Mr. Finneas and the others might’ve run into trouble. Go bring them in.” “Oh, right! Mayor, Boss Wang, excuse me a moment—two friends of mine are still outside. I need to invite them in.” Duan Chenfeng stood, tossed a quick word to the two men, and rushed out. The broad-shouldered, barrel-waisted Mayor Liu and Wang Zhangui both sat there, stunned speechless. They were honestly rattled. You kidding me? That was Duan Chenfeng. Who the hell dared yell like that outside, ordering him to personally bring them in—and Duan Chenfeng looked downright anxious about it. That was terrifying. Snapping out of it, Wang Zhangui shot Mayor Liu a furious glare. Mayor Liu shrank his neck at the look, then hurried close and whispered, “Boss Wang, I had no idea Mr. Duan had two VIPs coming. I was focused on hosting him.” Then he sat Wang Zhangui down beside himself. A few cadre members nearby scrambled up to give them seats. Sitting in his wheelchair, Duan Chenyang watched all this with a slight frown, a flicker of cold light in his eyes. Noticing the change in Duan Chenyang’s expression—and seeing the resemblance between him and Duan Chenfeng—Wang Zhangui quickly cut off Mayor Liu. “Heh, Mayor Liu, and this is…?” “Oh, this is Mr. Duan Chenfeng’s big brother, Mr. Duan Chenyang.” Mayor Liu rushed to make the introduction. Hearing he was Duan Chenfeng’s big brother, Wang Zhangui froze. He’d never heard Duan Chenfeng had an older brother. Then he noticed Duan Chenyang’s disabled legs and the wheelchair, and second-guessed himself. Looked like this man was a cousin or something from Duan Chenfeng’s hometown in Qinglong Hill. Still, if Duan Chenfeng had invited him to an occasion like this, he must value him a lot. Wouldn’t hurt to build a bridge. “So you’re Mr. Duan Chenyang. Pleasure. I’m Wang Zhangui. Let me toast you first.” With that, he downed his drink in one go. Duan Chenyang, however, completely ignored him, not reacting at all—staring straight at Wang Zhangui with eyes like ice. It made Wang Zhangui’s skin crawl, and the air around them turned awkward fast. Just a moment ago, Duan Chenyang had been polite. Why did he turn into a different person the second Wang Zhangui walked in? Meanwhile, outside, the shouting Lin Shuainan had already clashed head-on with two hostesses at the door. “Hey! What’s with all the yelling? Got no manners?” “Look at you—broke as hell. Like you’d know our richest man in Nanyun. If you scare him off and we lose our jobs, I’ll chop you up, you hear me?” The two women were vicious. Lin Shuainan had been ready to argue, but then one woman lunged, reaching straight for his crotch. He yelped and jumped back several steps, scared stiff. “Hmph! He already rolled out. What are you still standing here for? Don’t think I’ll let you stay just because you’re pretty.” The “peach thief” hostess scared off Lin Shuainan, then turned on Finneas. Just then, Duan Chenfeng came hurrying over, several cadre members on his heels. “What are you doing? You two—what the hell are you doing?” Seeing the scene, the cadres panicked and yelled, drenched in sweat. Great, just great—offend Mr. Duan’s friends and you’ve got a serious mess on your hands. Duan Chenfeng spotted the hostess reaching for Finneas’s crotch and his eyes bulged. He roared, “Stop!” The hostess flinched, yanked back her thug act, and bowed meekly, like a whole new person. “Mr. Duan, sorry. We didn’t kick these two shameless punks out, and they disturbed you. We’re really, really sorry.” She thought she was being sweet, apologizing in a coy voice. In her mind, a big shot like Duan Chenfeng wouldn’t sweat a hostess. Who knew—maybe she’d even get to know him if she played it right. While she was busy daydreaming, Duan Chenfeng slapped her across the face. Crack! The slap sent her tumbling to the ground. She stared up in shock, then straight-up passed out. “Ah!” The other hostess hadn’t expected him to hit anyone and shrieked. One of the cadres, rattled by Duan Chenfeng’s fury, cursed inwardly—this was bad—and lunged to clamp a hand over the hostess’s mouth. Then Duan Chenfeng rushed to Finneas and Lin Shuainan, panic all over his face. “Mr. Finneas, I’m so sorry. The mayor was too enthusiastic earlier. I couldn’t find a chance to invite you in, which let these country bumpkins offend you.” Finneas looked cool, unbothered. Lin Shuainan, though, was still fuming and griped at Duan Chenfeng nonstop: “An apology fixes it? Do you have any idea I almost got my peach stolen just now—” Before he could ramble on, Finneas clapped a hand over his mouth. He shot Duan Chenfeng a cold look and asked, voice low, “Did someone named Wang Zhangui go in?” Duan Chenfeng blinked. “Yeah. Mr. Finneas, you know this Wang Zhangui?” “I don’t want to.” Finneas’s voice dropped another few degrees. Now Duan Chenfeng finally heard the anger under Finneas’s words. Clearly, Wang Zhangui had crossed him. But with Finneas looking like that, Duan Chenfeng didn’t dare pry. He turned to Lin Shuainan instead. “Mr. Lin, what—what exactly happened?”