The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2 - 2 2 Who is the Fool

Song Zhong smirked confidently, sure that Ye Chenfeng wouldn’t risk any schemes right before his eyes.

A pathetic idiot gripped by intense panic attacks—Young Master Song saw no reason to treat him as any real concern.

He taunted from his lips, “Wu Xiaofei, don’t flatter yourself.

The one I fancy is none other than Capital City’s top beauty, Bai Xueling.

A woman like you might barely qualify as my secret lover.”

Wu Xiaofei gritted her teeth in rage, her chest rising and falling with anger as she jabbed a finger at Song Zhong and yelled, “Bai Xueling is Chenfeng’s fiancée, and you, Song Zhong, will never taste the flesh of the swan in this lifetime.”

Song Zhong scoffed and replied, “Once old man Ye kicks the bucket, won’t the Ye family become just an empty shell?

At that point, I bet Ye Chenfeng and Bai Xueling’s engagement will dissolve on its own.

Even if old man Ye somehow hangs on, so what?

Ye Chenfeng cowers before me, and when the moment arrives, I can simply order him to deliver his fiancée, Bai Xueling, straight to me for my pleasure.”

Shortly afterward, Ye Chenfeng stepped into the hall carrying a kettle brimming with scalding water.

Cups and tea leaves were already arranged on the coffee table, and Ye Chenfeng bustled around in a frantic rush.

“Ye fool, can’t you hurry it up?

I’m dying of thirst here—do you want me to dehydrate?” Song Zhong commanded arrogantly, reveling in his dominance.

In his clumsy haste, Ye Chenfeng prepared a cup of steaming tea and moved to hand it over to Song Zhong, but Wu Xiaofei seized his sleeve.

She couldn’t stand witnessing such degradation—how could Ye Chenfeng be so gutless?

With furrowed brows, she urged, “Chenfeng, set the teacup down, and tell this scumbag to get out of the Ye residence.”

“Ye fool, pass me the tea now, or you know what’ll happen,” Song Zhong threatened, balling his right fist and waving it menacingly before Ye Chenfeng’s face.

Ye Chenfeng’s expression turned even more alarmed as he struggled to free his sleeve from Wu Xiaofei’s hold, but failed.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng in such a fluster delighted Song Zhong even more, and he snapped, “Ye fool, speed it up already!

My patience has limits.”

Wu Xiaofei refused to release her grip, and during their tussle, Ye Chenfeng tripped, sending the teacup of tea flying from his grasp.

It arced gracefully through the air and landed squarely on Song Zhong’s crotch—the tea water was piping hot, boiling at a hundred degrees.

“Ah!—”

A blood-curdling shriek like a butchered pig burst from Song Zhong’s mouth, and he vaulted off the sofa like a monkey with its rear ablaze, clutching desperately at his groin.

His face flushed crimson as he yanked off his pants without hesitation.

Events unfolded so rapidly that everyone present failed to process what had just happened at first.

Wu Xiaofei let out a derisive chuckle: “Hehehe, Young Master Song, what exactly are you up to?”

Wu Xiaofei had always possessed a hot-blooded nature and defended Ye Chenfeng against bullies in their youth, so she didn’t avert her gaze after Song Zhong’s embarrassment.

The people surrounding Song Zhong, witnessing his pathetic plight, also itched to laugh like Wu Xiaofei, but they held it back, faces flushing from the strain.

They hailed from lesser families in Capital City and dared not provoke Song Zhong.

Song Zhong’s countenance darkened, while the searing pain in his privates lingered.

“Ye fool, are you courting death?” Song Zhong’s wrath now zeroed in entirely on Ye Chenfeng.

Though Ye Chenfeng looked terrified outwardly, inwardly he held only disdain for a brainless playboy like Song Zhong.

In a world five hundred years ahead, a fool like Song Zhong would’ve met his end repeatedly.

“I—I—I’ll brew you a fresh cup,” Ye Chenfeng stuttered, drawing on his past life as a national prodigy trained to master any disguise.

Song Zhong drew a deep breath, somewhat tempering the fury boiling inside.

He resolved to utterly degrade Ye Chenfeng and vent his spleen by forcing him to kneel and offer the tea.

“Since you’ve admitted your blunder, I won’t go too harsh on you.

Simply kneel before me with the tea and plead for me to drink it,” Song Zhong demanded with a sinister glare.

“Song Zhong, aren’t you pushing it too far?

This is the Ye residence, after all,” Wu Xiaofei rebuked, her eyes flashing coldly.

Song Zhong plopped back onto the sofa casually, the blistering ache in his crotch easing a bit, and declared, “Wu Xiaofei, if you don’t want the Ye fool kneeling, no problem.

You can blow on it for me instead.”

“Song Zhong, you pervert.” Wu Xiaofei, bold as she was, remained single at her age without even a boyfriend.

She’d saved her first kiss too!

Ye Chenfeng shot a sidelong glance at the broken teacup on the floor, a fresh scheme sparking in his thoughts.

He hefted the kettle in his right hand and advanced, stepping right onto the sharp shards.

The fragments proved treacherously slick, tilting Ye Chenfeng’s body forward.

The identical mishap loomed again, but now featuring the sturdy stainless steel kettle.

The kettle soared in a stunning parabola, hurtling straight toward Song Zhong’s groin.

By the instant Song Zhong realized the danger, it was far too late to dodge.

The kettle, laden with boiling water, smashed directly into his crotch.

“Ah!—”

This scream from Song Zhong pierced even deeper with anguish.

The kettle’s base felt like a red-hot branding iron, worsened by his pants already being off.

Enduring back-to-back assaults proved excruciating beyond endurance.

“Clang!—”

Song Zhong flung the kettle to the ground in haste, his features twisted in pure torment.

“What are you morons gawking at?

Help me up!

I need a hospital, get me to the hospital,” Song Zhong bellowed, incapable of rising on his own.

Right then, his sole concern was avoiding permanent damage, shoving any grudge against Ye Chenfeng aside.

As Song Zhong got hauled away in his sorry state, Ye Chenfeng cried out in feigned panic, “It was an accident, I swear it was accidental!

You left your trousers behind!

Why not turn back now, and I’ll apologize right here?”