Chapter 725 - 725: To Make a Beauty Smile

Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an didn't pay much mind to Zhongli Meng's words.

The reason is quite simple; judging by Sun Yiyang's behavior today, he obviously caters to people based on their status.

Zhongli Chenpu is indeed a person of note, but at least for now, he's not someone really important; otherwise, there wouldn't be a second visit.

So, based on this reason, Zhongli Meng's promise feels like something said by a "Princess of a Fallen Country" or a "displaced noble."

The three hadn't walked long before they encountered the gazebo Zhao Guo'an mentioned.

Around the gazebo were many peach trees and decorative items like rockeries, and inside was a stone table carved with a Go board, with four stone stools beside it.

Once seated, Zhao Guo'an called Sun Ze, and soon someone came up with a pot of tea.

"Have some tea, have some tea," Zhao Guo'an said, acting as a host.

Xiao Feng took a sip of tea, smiling: "Old Zhao, it seems that your connections aren't that great, you can taste it from the flavor of this tea."

"Not that great? Well, it's fine," Zhao Guo'an said nonchalantly, "It's good enough to have some tea."

The two joked with each other, while Zhongli Meng seemed somewhat distracted.

Although she had met Sun Yiyang successfully and he promised to do his best, she couldn't feel at ease until he came up with a treatment plan.

Lost in her anxious thoughts, she heard Xiao Feng ask, "Worried about your grandfather?"

Zhongli Meng was startled, then nodded.

"Let me tell you a joke then," Xiao Feng said enthusiastically. "Take old Zhao for instance, his experience could be a tragicomedy, not to mention just over half a month ago..."

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Guo'an interrupted disgruntledly, "Can't you live without mentioning me?"

Xiao Feng looked innocent: "I did want to share my stories, but yours are just funnier."

"Oh, Xiao, I see through you. If you were born in ancient times, there'd be no need for the King of Zhou's antics."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The King of Zhou played tricks with beacons to make a beauty laugh. You're now trying to reveal my scars and sprinkle salt just to make someone laugh. Is this how you treat friends?"

Xiao Feng pondered: "How about you step aside then?"

"Why should I?" Zhao Guo'an retorted angrily.

Xiao Feng said as a matter of fact, "If you can't hear what I'm saying, you wouldn't worry about revealing any scars, would you?"

"Dream on, if I'm not here, who knows how you'd exaggerate the story," Zhao Guo'an shot back. "I'll tell you, not only am I staying, but you're not allowed to talk about me."

"What if I must?"

"You can try."

Xiao Feng instantly laughed with anger; what had this guy eaten to have such a hard head?

Immediately, he started telling Zhongli Meng: "About half a month ago, we went to Jiuyou Town, and on the bus..."

However, as soon as he started, Zhao Guo'an sang into Zhongli Meng's other ear: "My old duck, just sitting in this bucket, I enjoy soaking dirty sheep in this bucket…"

For a moment, the two of them, one speaking and one singing, each getting louder, made Zhongli Meng cover her ears, her expression a mix of laughter and frustration.

However, with the uproar caused by Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an, Zhongli Meng found her mood much improved.

When she looked at Xiao Feng again, there was a hint of shyness in her eyes.

It was truly rare for someone to goof around with a friend just to cheer her up.

Yet, given Zhongli Meng's family background and looks, there were naturally many who would use such methods to get close to her.

But she only ever felt annoyance and impatience, not happiness or moved.

This is the unreasonable side of feelings; the method may be the same, but the person applying it can make the result entirely different.

Little did Xiao Feng know, he didn't intentionally aim to make her happy; he was just caught up in Zhao Guo'an's teasing.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Xiao Feng asked, sipping his tea to clear his throat.

"Not very clearly," Zhongli Meng replied.

Zhao Guo'an smiled smugly, thinking his interference was effective.

But his pride didn't last two seconds before Zhongli Meng continued, "I just heard you say Mr. Zhao got catapulted onto the bus ceiling in the restroom, and many people took pictures, praising his paleness or something."

"..." Zhao Guo'an was dumbfounded.

Damn, you heard that? You must be doing this on purpose!

Just then, Zhen Jinghan approached: "There you guys are."

She handed a check to Zhao Guo'an.

Zhao Guo'an took a look and saw that the amount on the check was fifty million!

Before he could ask, Zhen Jinghan explained with a wry smile: "The mistress gave this, and no matter how I tried to refuse, she insisted, saying if I didn't take it, I wouldn't be welcome in her home again, so I had to accept it."

"Then just keep it," Zhao Guo'an said, handing it back.

Zhen Jinghan shook her head: "It's better if you keep it; it's not right for a man to be without some money."

"The money is yours; I can't take it!" Zhao Guo'an decisively refused.

He knew all too well that if he took this money, Xiao Feng would definitely mock him as a kept man, so he absolutely couldn't accept it.

At least, not in front of Xiao Feng!

Zhen Jinghan hadn't considered this, and they both kept pushing the check back and forth like a ticking time bomb, neither willing to pocket it.

Xiao Feng, unable to watch any longer, reached out and said, "If neither of you wants it, give it to me. I'll keep it safe for now, and when you two get married, consider it a gift."

Hearing this, Zhao Guo'an, disregarding any pride, immediately pocketed the check, ending the tug-of-war.

In his mind, Xiao Feng was being too clever.

Using my own money for a wedding gift for myself, what kind of logic is that?

Moreover, if Xiao Feng suddenly decided to hold a wedding, wouldn't I have to fork out fifty million?

At that moment, an old voice called out: "Xiaomeng!"

"Grandpa!" Zhongli Meng stood up and ran towards Zhongli Chenpu outside the gazebo, asking directly, "How did it go?"

Zhongli Chenpu chuckled, "It's great. A few acupuncture sessions, and the effect is very good. According to Sun Yiyang, if he helps clear my meridians for a month, combined with Sun Shijie's medication, the illness is as good as cured."

"Then I'll go find a hotel nearby, and we'll go back to Kyoto after the treatment is done," Zhongli Meng said excitedly.

Zhongli Chenpu waved his hand: "That's too much trouble going back and forth. Let's just stay here. Later, you take the money to Sun Yiyang, and if he won't accept it, give it to his grandson; we can't let someone help for free."

"That's expected," Zhongli Meng nodded.

Xiao Feng stood up: "Everything's settled, we should head back."

Zhao Guo'an nodded: "I'll say goodbye to the mistress, and then we'll go."