62: 62. Do your hair

"You... you... you shut up!"

Zheng Mingtao bristled like a rat with its tail stepped on, his entire back instantly drenched in cold sweat.

This was his biggest secret, hidden deep in his heart. Due to his philandering in his youth, he was now completely impotent, unable to stand tall like a true man again. No one knew about this except his own woman. To avoid suspicion, he even presented himself as a playboy, appearing to have a very active nightlife.

His male pride forbade him from revealing it, but now, thisKid, whom he had never met, had publicly exposed his pain!

Zheng Mingtao's pupils constricted, staring intently at Lu Feng, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "What are you? How dare you... dare to... slander me."

His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, laced with suppressed fury, as if he wanted to devour Lu Feng alive.

Lu Feng didn't usually like to stand out, but the other party had called him a gigolo. Such a personal insult was unbearable!

When he didn't act, he didn't. But when he did, he had to hit where it hurt!

Lu Feng picked up a matcha-flavored green paper cup cake from a nearby table and said, "Young Master Zheng, don't be angry. Have some of this. If you don't like it, there's also green vegetable juice, green cookies, and green ice cream over there..."

"Pfft—" A female entrepreneur couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly covered her mouth with a champagne glass.

That was really cutting.

Meanwhile, Xu Ting looked at Lu Feng in surprise, not understanding why he was so certain about such a matter. But she quickly reacted, elegantly sipping her red wine, calmly waiting for the show to unfold.

"I'm going to kill you..."

Zheng Mingtao's voice suddenly rose an octave, his expression ferocious. The wine glass in his hand slammed to the ground, and dark red wine splattered onto his six-figure custom-made suit.

Zheng Mingtao swung his fist at Lu Feng.

Xu Ting's pupils constricted, and she instinctively wanted to shield Lu Feng, but Lu Feng was faster.

Having learned combat techniques in his dreams, he was completely unfazed. He grabbed the other party's wrist and executed a clean, swift over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him heavily onto the ground.

"Ah ah ah!!" Zheng Mingtao's screams completely echoed through the venue, interrupting the entire banquet, and the piano music also stopped.

All eyes converged.

Li Dongli, as the host, rushed over. Seeing the situation, he hastily tried to smooth things over: "Everyone, we are all respectable people. Let's calm down. If there's any misunderstanding, let's sit down and talk. There's no need for this."

Lu Feng glanced at his watch, slowly releasing Zheng Mingtao's hand, and said, "Look at you, you still haven't figured out the situation. I think you should call your fiancée, Miss Liu, right now. But I bet she won't answer..."

Zheng Mingtao felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. He struggled to his feet, panting heavily as he stared at Lu Feng, his eyes burning with fury: "Your low-intelligence attempts at sowing discord are useless. I'm telling you, this matter..."

Before he could finish, he saw the young man opposite him already pulling out his phone, dialing a number in front of him: "1***** Is this it?"

After speaking, he dialed directly and put it on speakerphone.

Zheng Mingtao looked on in disbelief, his trembling finger pointing at Lu Feng, saying, "How could you... know the number? Who are you?"

Li Dongli also frowned and said to Xu Ting, "Chairwoman Xu, let's just drop this. Don't make a big scene, or it won't look good for anyone."

He meant well, but Zheng Mingtao was clearly already enraged, roaring, "Let him call! I want to see how you'll clean up this mess!"

Zheng Mingtao bit down hard on his back molars. He knew his fiancée better than anyone; she was a gentle and elegant woman. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen her as his wife. How could she possibly be messing around?

"Beep beep beep..."

The entire conference hall was silent, only Zheng Mingtao's heavy breathing echoed. Everyone held their breath. The call connected, but the sound that came through made everyone's face change.

"Hold on, I have a call.."

"A call makes it more exciting."

"Shh... Hello, who is this?"

The scene was so quiet that even the muffled voices on the other end of the phone were clearly audible.

Not only was there an additional man's voice, but there were also some strange, suggestive sounds.

If this number really belonged to Zheng Mingtao's fiancée... this gossip was absolutely explosive.

So, everyone simultaneously looked at Zheng Mingtao, only to see his face instantly turn pale, then he furiously rushed over and snatched Lu Feng's phone, shouting at the screen: "Bitch! Bitch, what have you been doing behind my back? Didn't you say you were going to get your hair done today??"

"Ah! Mingtao... how is it you! I... I... I'm jogging..."

The woman's terrified voice came through, followed by clanging and thudding sounds, as if she had stumbled out of bed in a panic.

The call abruptly ended at that moment, disconnected.

Zheng Mingtao quickly redialed the number.

"Hello, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

"Ah ah ah!! Bitch! Bitch!!"

Zheng Mingtao roared hysterically, raising his phone and smashing it to the ground, his eyes bloodshot like a bloodthirsty beast. He clenched his fists and turned, running wildly out of the banquet hall.

"Young Master Zheng, it's in Room 338 of the Four Seasons Spring Hotel. If you're fast, you might even see your private doctor. You're welcome."

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he felt his red scarf on his chest become even more vibrant.

Zheng Mingtao slipped, almost falling. He glared back at Lu Feng fiercely, then left without looking back.

The banquet hall was first silent, everyone exchanging glances. No one knew who laughed first, but it instantly ignited the entire room, and a wave of suppressed chuckles erupted, one after another.

Who would have thought that a usually uneventful salon could explode with such a scandal tonight?

No wonder people love gossip; it's so thrilling.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall subtly livened up. Xu Ting curiously leaned towards Lu Feng and asked, "Xiao Lu, how did you know all this?"

Li Dongli and the others also looked over. To be honest, they were also very curious as to how this young man knew so much, even the room number?

Lu Feng cleared his throat and casually lied, "I accidentally saw it yesterday when I was out shopping. I happened to pass by and overheard their conversation. I just didn't expect it to be Young Master Zheng's fiancée."

Everyone was half-convinced by this explanation, but there seemed to be no other explanation.

Xu Ting always felt something was off. Lu Feng had clearly asked her about Zheng Mingtao's identity at the beginning, indicating he didn't know him, let alone his fiancée. So how... did he know their identities just by encountering them on the street? And how did he know the phone number?

She looked at Lu Feng with suspicion, finding him somewhat unfathomable.

Lu Feng naturally wouldn't say he saw it in the dream space. He had discovered this red dream bubble on his first night in Jiangcheng.

Logically, this level of dream should have been yellow, but perhaps for the people involved, having an affair behind the back of a top-tier scion was simply too stimulating, which is why it upgraded to the red level.

In the dream, the woman constantly switched between Zheng Mingtao and the doctor, all of it explicit, R-rated scenes that were jaw-dropping.

That's why Lu Feng was surprised to see the people involved at the banquet, feeling the thrill of gossiping about someone he knew.

"Chairwoman Xu, your younger brother is truly..." Li Dongli wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, momentarily unable to find the right words to describe him, "...very unique."