Chapter 1200 - 1200: Defeated by Overexertion

"The quality of this glass, honestly, leaves me speechless..."

Xiao Feng held half of the glass, while the other half was in Lin Bingqiao's hand, and the stem of the wine glass... had already snapped in half.

This was the reason behind the sudden "crack" noise just now.

Xiao Feng had no intention of causing any damage, honestly.

But with the glass being of such questionable quality, what could be done?

Everyone who witnessed the scene was also at a loss for words.

Who would've thought that just as it was about to be placed on the table, such a low-probability event could occur?

No way!

Just now when Wang Zhiping was placing the glass on the table, it seemed like he used a lot of force.

So... was it because of excessive force?

"I did my best!"

Holding half of the glass, Lin Bingqiao returned, with a face full of conflict.

There was still more than half the glass left.

"A bet is a bet, I'll drink it!" Wang Zhiping said through gritted teeth.

All the people around him turned their faces to one side.

Thinking about what was said just now, their faces... really stung!

A moment later, Lin Bingqiao, holding a filled glass, walked towards Xiao Feng for the third time.

This time she was completely focused, her expression exceptionally serious.

Those witnessing the scene were equally serious, secretly guessing if this time she would succeed?

Logically, three's the charm.

Having failed twice, there should be a success this time.

Yet, given that even the "broken glass" incident, such an unlikely event, occurred, one really dared not make assumptions to avoid being proven wrong.

Three steps... two steps...

"Ah!" Lin Bingqiao suddenly exclaimed, falling towards Xiao Feng, and the glass slipped from her hand.

Xiao Feng instinctively caught her, internally speechless!

Damn, is it really so hard to put on a show?

Is there really no chance at all?

For a moment, Xiao Feng even felt the urge to suggest reversing the roles, and have himself bring the wine glass over first.

"Do we continue?" Xiao Feng, holding Lin Bingqiao, asked Wang Zhiping.

In his view, if the previous mistake was because Wang Zhiping "used too much force," then this mistake was because Lin Bingqiao was too serious.

Reality is often like this, the more afraid you are of making mistakes, the more likely mistakes happen.

Focusing only on your hands, while neglecting your feet, not tripping would be the surprising part!

Once she realized what had happened, Lin Bingqiao hurriedly broke free from Xiao Feng's embrace, her face flushed, half from embarrassment, and the other half from anger.

"I think we should just let it go, it's almost like an impossible task, not being able to do it is normal." Wei Jianhua tried to calm things down again.

Wang Zhiping followed up, "Alright, let's listen to Brother Wei then."

He truly couldn't refuse; he was really afraid that if he didn't take down Xiao Feng, he would end up in the hospital with Ma Digua instead.

"I'll go to the bathroom, be right back." Wang Zhiping stood up and walked towards the door.

Lin Bingqiao hesitated briefly, then followed.

"Smack!"

As soon as the door closed, Lin Bingqiao received a slap across the face.

"Whose side are you really on? Trying to set me up, aren't you?" Wang Zhiping yelled angrily, "Get lost, get lost right now!"

Lin Bingqiao covered her cheek. Compared to the physical pain, the emotional hurt was the real agony.

"Didn't you hear me!" Wang Zhiping shouted again, "I said get lost, do you understand?"

"I'll... just go home." Lin Bingqiao forced a smile and turned to leave.

Wang Zhiping quickly stepped forward, grabbing Lin Bingqiao and pressing her against the hallway wall, his expression twisted, saying, "Listen, that's my home, not yours.

If it weren't for my family taking you in, who knows in which club you'd end up like a doormat.

When I tell you to get lost, I mean disappear from my house, get out of my life!"

"Prince, you..." Lin Bingqiao's eyes widened, doubting if she was hearing things.

"You think I don't know?" Wang Zhiping sneered, "You've been tight with that bastard brother of yours for ages. Throwing yourself into Xiao Feng's arms just now, couldn't help it, could you?"

Lin Bingqiao's eyes welled up with tears, "Prince, how can you think of me like this, I..."

Before she could finish, Wang Zhiping interrupted, "Why don't you tell me what you've done, or is it that you haven't done enough to screw me over?

If you had any dignity left, you'd stop freeloading at my place.

Get lost, get lost, get lost!

Just go!"

He said, opening the door to the private room and went inside.

Lin Bingqiao leaned against the wall, her heart wrenching with pain, as if being stabbed, flogged, pricked by a needle, tortured repeatedly!

Hot tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

She didn't know how long had passed when a gentle voice sounded next to her.

"Need tissues? A dollar a piece."

Lin Bingqiao snapped back to reality, seeing an unremarkable face—it was... Xiao Bajia.

"When did you get here?" Lin Bingqiao quickly wiped her tears, somewhat flustered.

Xiao Feng glanced at his watch and replied, "About five minutes ago; you seemed so into your crying, I didn't want to interrupt."

"You!"

"I'm not here to rub salt in your wounds. You call Wang Zhiping 'Prince,' guessing you have a crush on him?" Xiao Feng chuckled, "Pity, though, the feeling's not mutual.

You see him as a prince, but he doesn't see you as a princess."

Lin Bingqiao took a deep breath and said seriously, "Have you had enough of your sarcastic remarks?"

"I'm indifferent. If you want to hear more, I can keep talking." Xiao Feng shrugged.

Just as he finished speaking, a fierce "fragrance wind" came rushing at him.

"Smack!"

Xiao Feng stepped back and caught the incoming fist effortlessly, saying, "Speed, strength, it's all inadequate. Your amateur skills are better left hidden than shown."

Lin Bingqiao said nothing, withdrawing her fist, throwing more punches, but all were easily neutralized by Xiao Feng.

"Find a place to wash your face, otherwise, if people see you, they'll think I made you cry. I don't want to be seen as a woman-beater." Xiao Feng casually pushed Lin Bingqiao aside and turned to walk back into the room.

Lin Bingqiao gritted her teeth in anger but for some reason, despite being overpowered, she felt a lot less distressed.

After standing there for a while, a resolute expression flashed in her eyes, as if she had made a decision.

She turned and strode towards the restroom.

...

After returning to the room, Xiao Feng could clearly feel that Wang Zhiping and his gang were noticeably less brazen.

However, this was far from enough.

Because the purpose of his visit wasn't just to embarrass Wang Zhiping; he had more important matters at hand.

And for these matters, he had to start with Wei Jianhua and Qiu Junxian.

As he was pondering this, Qiu Junxian had already come over, raising his glass, "Brother Xiao, I toast to you!"

Xiao Feng also raised his glass, and the two clinked their glasses and drank in turn.

Qiu Junxian opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but before he could, Xiao Feng preemptively spoke, "There's a question, I wonder if Brother Qiu has considered?"