111: Who exactly are you?

"What exactly is the identity of that Young Master Feng? To think he could be personally received by Hua Dieer. He is only the third person in Qingyang City to be personally received by her."

"I'm not very sure. I heard he comes from Liumian Prefecture and his Family sells Medicinal Pills."

"Ah, that's not a special identity at all. Hua Dieer is, after all, a member of the Hua Family. What kind of person hasn't she seen? Why would she be interested in someone who sells Medicinal Pills?"

"But they are both in business, so they are peers. Perhaps the Feng Family has something that Hua Dieer is interested in?"

"Regardless of what it is, this Feng Ming has too much Face. Damn it, I'm even a little jealous!"

Amidst the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of the crowd, Uncle Zhong held his head high, feeling a sense of shared honor.

Just as the group was about to leave, Huangfu Rui ran out from the crowd and shouted.

"Wait!"

The maid looked at Huangfu Rui. "Is something the matter?"

Huangfu Rui said with a dark Face, "Is your Young Miss crazy? Why would she personally entertain such trash?"

"Oh?"

The maid looked displeased. "What do you mean by that?"

"Feng Ming is just trash who likes to stare at other people's wives. Your Young Miss is meeting him, isn't she afraid of lowering her own status?"

Feng Ming turned his head, and upon seeing Huangfu Rui, he couldn't help but laugh.

"So it's you. You say I stare at other people's wives—where is the evidence? Whose wife have I been staring at?"

Huangfu Rui retorted angrily upon hearing this.

"My wife! You are staring at Lu An'an; isn't that staring at my wife?"

Feng Ming sneered upon hearing this, "What you said is truly laughable. Miss Lu An'an is the City Lord's daughter and has never been married. On what grounds do you, Huangfu Rui, say she is your wife?"

"Do you have a marriage contract, the three letters and six etiquettes, or perhaps you have held a wedding ceremony?"

"Slandering the innocence of the City Lord's daughter in public—I think you are courting death; you are nothing."

"You!"

Huangfu Rui was speechless after being retorted. After thinking for a while, he said, "Although Lu An'an and I are not married and do not have a marriage contract, everyone in the entire Qingyang City knows that I like her."

"Sooner or later, she will be my, Huangfu Rui's, woman!"

Feng Ming laughed.

"Huangfu Rui, let's not talk about who Lu An'an belongs to, but just because you say you like her doesn't mean she has to like you. Relationships are about mutual consent. You are simply a joke right now."

After saying this, Feng Ming ignored Huangfu Rui and turned around, preparing to continue upstairs.

Seeing that he could not win an argument against Feng Ming, Huangfu Rui hurriedly changed his target.

"Young lady! Is your Young Miss blind too? Are you really going to entertain such trash?"

The maid's expression turned cold immediately upon hearing this, her Face icy.

An invisible, cold murderous intent spread out, which everyone in the Auction House felt.

In an instant, the entire Auction House was shrouded in this murderous intent.

Feng Ming also felt this murderous intent and was shocked in his heart.

"This aura, it must be at the Mahayana Realm. I didn't expect this maid, who doesn't look very old, to be such an expert."

Before this, in the entire Qingyang City, the only Mahayana Stage expert Feng Ming knew of was Lu Zhenfeng.

Even Huangfu He and Huangfu Qing of the Huangfu Family were only at the Nascent Soul Stage.

Yet, unexpectedly, there was a Mahayana Stage expert overseeing a Merchant Guild. No wonder everyone said that one should not cause trouble at the Hua Clan Merchant House.

With an expert comparable to the City Lord overseeing the place, who would dare to mess around?

Feeling this cold aura, Huangfu Rui indeed calmed down a bit.

The maid looked at Huangfu Rui and said in a cold voice.

"If you dare to speak rudely to my Young Miss again, I will make sure you are carried out of here lying down today!"

"Believe it or not, even if Huangfu He comes, he won't be able to stop me."

Huangfu Rui didn't speak, but cold sweat had broken out, and he hurriedly nodded.

Clearly, he believed the maid's words!

"Young Master Feng, please!"

The maid turned around and said with a smile.

Feng Ming nodded, too lazy to bother with Huangfu Rui. Then, amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, he took Uncle Zhong and disappeared to the second floor.

Huangfu Yunyan watched this scene quietly, a trace of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

...

Second floor, at the entrance of the private room!

Feng Ming saw that the words "Hua Pavilion" were written impressively on the door of this private room.

Moreover, the private room where the Hua Pavilion was located was the only one on the entire corridor, obviously separated from the other private rooms.

The maid said, "Young Master Feng, the Young Miss is inside. Please!"

Feng Ming nodded and then pushed the door open to enter.

As soon as he opened the private room, Feng Ming smelled a faint fragrance of tea.

The private room was large and very high-end. Near the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a table placed.

A woman dressed in a plain white robe was sitting with her back to them, drinking tea by herself.

Even without seeing the woman's Face, Feng Ming could feel that the other person's temperament was extraordinary.

She didn't seem like an ordinary person at all; it could even be said that her temperament was more ethereal than any of the women he had met so far.

It could even be said that a place like Qingyang City was not where she should appear.

Although Jiang Shuwan came from a big Family like the Jiang Family, she had not had an easy life since she was a child.

Therefore, the temperament about her was that of a quiet elegance mixed with a hint of pity.

And Lu An'an belonged to that kind of wealthy background that exuded a sense of perseverance.

Both of these people had very distinct temperaments shaped by their lives.

But as for the woman in front of him, Feng Ming believed more.

She was a woman who had never done a day's work in her life and was pampered to the extreme in her daily life.

Those people below were just parroting others. I'm afraid none of them had even seen Hua Dieer, yet they said she was not valued in the Hua Family—they were truly blind.

"Young Master Feng, please sit!"

Just as Feng Ming was thinking, the woman had already stood up, her bright eyes staring straight at him.

And the moment he locked eyes with Hua Dieer, Feng Ming truly understood what Soul-Snatching Eyes meant!

Feng Ming was also certain that Hua Dieer's eyes were indeed not Soul-Snatching Eyes, but they were even more terrifying than Soul-Snatching Eyes.

Because as long as one looked into her eyes, a sense of irresistible obedience would arise in one's heart.

One would unconsciously want to listen to what the other person said.

Feng Ming struggled bitterly in his heart, but he soon gave in and walked straight towards a chair.

Seeing that Feng Ming was stunned for a moment before walking over, Hua Dieer couldn't help but smile.

"Young Master Feng need not be so cautious. Inviting you here today is just to make friends with you; there is no malice."

Feng Ming sat down in the seat, his eyes fixed on Hua Dieer.

"Miss Dieer, if you wanted to make friends, I'm afraid there is no one you couldn't befriend."

Hua Dieer held the teapot in her hand and personally poured a cup of water for Feng Ming, saying casually, "Making friends is easy, but there are very few who are truly worth befriending. Young Master Feng, you must believe in my sincerity."

Feng Ming, however, laughed.

"If Miss Dieer is truly sincere, then take off your veil. Receiving guests while wearing a veil always feels like it lacks a bit of sincerity."