160: I won't tell you who the clown is.

The young man's aggressive approach towards Lu Chuan attracted the attention of many.

Neng Tong was also startled, but then she seemed to recall something, and angrily wrinkled her delicate nose, revealing two small tiger teeth, put her hands on her hips, and shouted angrily.

"He Zhanpeng, what do you think you're doing?"

At this reprimand, He Zhanpeng's body stiffened, and then the anger on his face became even more apparent.

Damn it!

His Neng Tong, whom he had watched grow up and long considered his exclusive possession, was now scolding him for an outsider!

Hehe, hehe.

Good, very good!

He Zhanpeng felt a profound sadness in his heart.

On normal days, he was extremely attentive to Neng Tong, showing every care and concern, asking about her well-being, and being so considerate that he might as well have given her his heart.

Furthermore, on countless nights, he would sweetly fall asleep inhaling the scent of Neng Tong’s used tissues, secretly collected from the trash can.

Yet, the moment he wasn't watching, his dearest Neng Tong had her heart stolen by some mysterious means.

She had actually fallen for someone else!!!

He remembered this morning when he "accidentally" met Neng Tong, ready to present her with a carefully prepared breakfast.

But he found her much quieter, and every now and then she would secretly take out a photo on her phone to glance at it.

A sweet smile would inadvertently appear on her face, her eyes seemed to hold a river of spring water, and her cheeks began to turn pink and warm.

Having been a devoted admirer for so long, how could he not be familiar with that expression?

When he saw this scene, it was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, shattering his inner peace on the spot.

The background music of "A Cut Plum Blossom" seemed to echo in his ears.

No!

No!!

No no no!!!

The more He Zhanpeng thought about it, the sadder he became, and he began to inquire by all means about the identity of the other party.

Finally, he learned that the other party was just a street vendor, and He Zhanpeng was not only not happy, but felt even more desolate in his heart.

Why should I, a five-star hotel chef, be inferior to a street vendor?

Isn't he just younger than me, isn't he just in better shape than me, isn't he just a tiny bit more handsome than me?

The more He Zhanpeng thought about it, the more confused he became, and after countless pleas, he finally convinced Neng Tong to bring him along.

Originally, he just wanted to see who this person was, and then devise a meticulous plan to defeat him.

But the other party just smiled at Neng Tong, and Neng Tong became so shy.

He Zhanpeng completely lost his temper!

Today, he was going to fight like a man!

"He Zhanpeng, stop right there!"

Facing He Zhanpeng, who looked ready to fight, Neng Tong was a little anxious.

She knew He Zhanpeng liked her, but feelings are feelings; you either like someone or you don't, and you can't force it.

She had made it clear several times, but He Zhanpeng still thought she was testing him, almost driving Neng Tong to a furious outburst.

The reason she agreed to bring He Zhanpeng today was also to make him give up completely.

But man proposes, God disposes; He Zhanpeng, who was usually gentle, was surprisingly going to cause trouble today!

This made Neng Tong extremely anxious.

Besides being a good chef, He Zhanpeng was also a regular at a certain karate dojo, and he had recently often boasted that even the coach couldn't beat him anymore.

What if he couldn't control himself and injured the young boss?

The more Neng Tong thought about it, the more anxious she became, and she was about to go and stop He Zhanpeng.

However, He Zhanpeng deftly dodged, took a few quick steps, and was already in front of Lu Chuan, glaring at him.

"You made me lose my love! So today, I'm going to beat you up to vent my anger!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Chuan's expression became very peculiar.

He looked suspiciously at He Zhanpeng, then at Neng Tong, who was running over anxiously, his mind racing.

But just as he was about to figure it out, He Zhanpeng had already thrown a punch.

Because he often carried heavy iron woks and large ladles for cooking, He Zhanpeng's arms were much thicker than an ordinary person's.

At first glance, He Zhanpeng's fist was almost as big as half of Lu Chuan's face.

If this punch landed, at the very least, his nasal bone would surely be broken.

Everyone around them gasped in alarm at this moment, some even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

Feeling the strong wind on his face, Lu Chuan's eyes involuntarily turned cold.

He had always been friendly and never caused trouble, but that didn't mean he was afraid of it.

Moreover, he was a complete stranger to this person, and since the other party attacked him immediately, he was justified in fighting back.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan snorted, turned his head to avoid the incoming punch, then raised his leg and kicked towards the other party's stomach.

Of course, he held back a lot of his strength, otherwise, that kick might have caused a scene right then and there.

He Zhanpeng never expected his sure-fire punch to be so deftly dodged by the other party, and he was immediately surprised.

But the next moment, seeing Lu Chuan kick so haphazardly, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

He had studied karate since childhood and was now unrivaled in the dojo.

He had a hundred ways to avoid this straightforward, unvarying kick, and could even make the other party lose balance and fall flat on their face, completely losing face on the spot.

Thinking of this, He Zhanpeng's face already showed a sinister smile.

However, the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

Because the kick Lu Chuan delivered was accelerating.

He Zhanpeng felt the incredibly swift kick, and when he realized that even with frantic retreating, he still couldn't avoid it, cold sweat already covered his forehead.

"How could..."

The word "could" had not yet left his lips.

Lu Chuan's kick had already landed squarely on his stomach, sending him flying three meters away.

He Zhanpeng was in mid-air, feeling the excruciating pain in his abdomen, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his face turning pale, and finally, he crashed to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He lay on the ground in agony, coughing wildly, but more unbearable than the physical pain were the countless mocking and ridiculing gazes cast upon him from all around.

Whispers also clearly echoed in his ears.

"Interesting, I won't say who the clown is ~"

"Where did this idiot come from? Made a huge fool of himself, didn't he? Tsk tsk tsk, that expression is really ugly!"

"Whoa, I didn't expect the young boss to look so gentle and weak, but his fighting skills are so good. Did you see that? This fool was kicked three meters away!"

"I saw it, I saw it, but what surprised me even more is that the young boss was expressionless the whole time! You're saying, with such a big fist aimed at his face, how did the young boss manage not to even bat an eyelid?"

"I noticed that too! I was just about to say! I didn't expect the young boss's cooking skills to be top-notch, and even his fighting skills are so outstanding. Won't he just charm all these young girls now?"

"He already has! I've decided, from now on, I'll only fangirl over the young boss!"

"..."

He Zhanpeng's face flushed with shame in waves; he dared not lift his head, fearing to meet the countless gazes that felt like needle pricks.

And just then, he heard his most cherished Neng Tong anxiously asking Lu Chuan if he was hurt.

Damn, injured!

I didn't even touch him!

I'm the one who's hurt!

Those words of concern made He Zhanpeng suffer immensely.

He felt as if his heart had been stabbed again and again with a knife.

He finally couldn't help but look towards Neng Tong.

He found that her eyes were already red, and she didn't even glance at him, instead circling around Lu Chuan non-stop.

"..."

He Zhanpeng, holding onto his last hope, clutched his stomach and called out to Neng Tong.

"Neng Tong, I..."

As it turned out, Neng Tong did turn around to look at him after hearing his voice.

But the indifference on her face sent a chill through He Zhanpeng's heart.

Neng Tong said expressionlessly:

"He Zhanpeng, I will truthfully tell Grandpa about today's incident, and from now on, please don't appear in front of me again. I don't want to see you."

Upon hearing this, He Zhanpeng's face lost all color.

He had angrily acted for the person he cherished most, only to end up looking like a clown; was the other party too cruel, or was it his own fault?

He couldn't figure it out, so he could only clutch his stomach and laboriously walk out of the flower garden, leaving the place.

Lu Chuan had more or less understood what was happening by now.

He couldn't help but shake his head and pull his hand away from Neng Tong's.

Neng Tong was stunned and quickly moved to explain that she had no relationship with He Zhanpeng.

However, Lu Chuan chuckled lightly:

"Alright, don't waste time, go queue up quickly! You see, more and more people are playing the ring toss; be careful not to make a trip for nothing tonight!"

Looking at Lu Chuan's clean and bright smile, Neng Tong was momentarily stunned, then blushed and lowered her head, quickly walking into the queue to wait her turn.