Underworld: Starting with conquering the most beautiful women

He pointed to his left eye: "This punch came without any warning. I was completely stunned."

He then pointed to his right cheekbone: "This one was even worse; it knocked me right off the chair."

Lei Hu frowned.

"who?"

Gu Zeyu remained silent for two seconds, as if considering whether or not to speak.

"...Chen Feng."

Lei Hu tapped his fingers lightly on the coffee table.

"He did it?"

"Yes. In broad daylight, they just started throwing punches. Without asking why or what happened."

"Brother Lei, tell me, how rude of a person is! He started touching me in public! If I weren't worried about saving face, I would have taken him down already."

Gu Zeyu gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

"To put it bluntly—it feels like Miss Lei belongs to him. I have to get his approval before I can even speak to her."

He spoke softly, but every word pierced Lei Hu's ears like nails.

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

Lei Hu's expression was unreadable, but the fingers gripping the teacup tightened slightly.

Without saying a word, he started hitting someone—and it was the blind date he had arranged for him.

This is a slap in the face to Lei Hu.

Liu Lihua watched from the side, and only after the silence had fully settled did she let out a soft sigh.

"Mr. Lei, if I may say something, please don't think I'm being nosy as an elder."

She straightened her cuffs, her gaze gentle yet meaningful.

"Marriage is something that should be about matching social status. Young girls tend to be more emotional when they're young, thinking that whoever treats them well is good. But life is for a lifetime. You need to think long-term."

She paused slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Don't be fooled by those shady characters outside. Once the novelty wears off, you'll be the one who suffers."

Without naming names, each word was like a soft knife, precisely slashing at someone who wasn't present.

Lei Hu didn't reply, but the wrinkle between his brows deepened.

The phrase "neither fish nor fowl" actually suited Chen Feng quite well.

Seeing that the time was right, Liu Lihua stopped talking and changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, your younger sister is at an age where she should be thinking about marriage. Although our Zeyu is not very successful, he has a clean family background and we know his family well. If our two families can establish connections, we can help each other out in the future."

She took an envelope from her handbag and handed it over with both hands.

"This is a handwritten letter from my son's father. He is too busy with official duties to come in person, so he specifically asked me to bring it."

Lei Hu took the envelope and pulled out the letter.

The handwriting is neat and the wording is elegant.

The first half was polite talk—"I have long admired your name, and I sincerely apologize for my son's recklessness." The second half shifted the tone, mentioning that the Construction Committee had several infrastructure projects to launch in the northern district recently, and expressed hope that "we could have an opportunity to sit down and chat, and exchange information."

The last sentence is profoundly meaningful: "The martial world and the imperial court are essentially on the same boat."

Lei Hu folded the letter and placed it on the coffee table, his mind racing.

The Gu family is well-off. The father is the deputy director of the construction committee and has influence in the engineering circle.

By connecting with this network, gray-area projects in the northern part of the city gain an extra layer of protection.

Moreover, Liu Lihua's attitude was indeed appropriate—she gave him face and a way out.

Then think of Chen Feng—a hoodlum with no background or family wealth, who beats people up without a second thought. He monopolizes his sister's affections, making it impossible for decent people to get close to him.

On the other hand, think about your own sister—she hangs out with a hoodlum all the time, doesn't even answer the phone, and hasn't come home since last night.

The son of the deputy director of the construction committee was beaten so badly that he had to personally go to apologize.

Where's my own sister? She seems blind.

Lei Hu's mental scales unconsciously tipped towards the Gu family.

"Mrs. Gu, this is nothing between young people."

He finally spoke, his tone much gentler, "Young Master Gu isn't a bad person at heart, he's just a bit clumsy with words. I'll also teach Xiaoxue a lesson later, to stop her from being so willful."

A hint of smugness flashed in Liu Lihua's eyes, but her expression remained even more humble: "Mr. Lei is very generous; Zeyu will definitely change in the future."

Gu Zeyu stood up at the right moment and bowed again.

"Brother Lei, if you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

He paused for a moment, then added a sentence as if by accident.

"Brother Lei, rest assured, I'm serious about Miss Lei. I would never be like some people who are fickle and womanize everywhere."

The words weren't harsh, but each one was like a needle, precisely piercing someone who wasn't present.

Lei Hu's eyes darkened slightly.

He certainly understood the implied meaning.

"Indecisive" and "flirting with other women"—that perfectly describes Chen Feng.

After seeing off the Gu family mother and son, Lei Hu stood at the door, watching the Mercedes disappear into the dense shade of the sycamore trees, his politeness gradually fading.

He turned around and went back to the living room, plopping down on the sofa.

Those few sentences kept repeating in my mind—

"The way he acted made it seem like Miss Lei belonged to him."

"I would never be like some people who are fickle and promiscuous."

My temples are throbbing.

He remembered last night—Lei Xue still hadn't come home.

I didn't go home all night.

An unmarried girl spent the whole night outside with a stranger.

Lei Hu's breathing suddenly became heavier.

Could it be that Chen Feng, that little brat, really did...?

"Hold--!"

He suddenly grabbed the phone from the coffee table and slammed his thumb into Lei Xue's number.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

busy tone.

hang up.

Hit again.

"Beep—beep—beep—beep—"

After the fifth ring, I finally answered.

"Feed—"

Lei Xue's languid voice came from the other end of the phone, her tone heavy with nasal consonant, clearly indicating she had been woken up.

"Brother, can't a person get some sleep this early in the morning...?"

Upon hearing this tone, Lei Hu's anger flared up instantly.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! What time is it? Where are you right now?"

"...I'm so sleepy..."

Lei Xue's voice was muffled, and she didn't give a direct answer.

Just then—

A deep, hoarse voice came from the side.

"Xiaoxue...who is that...?"

Lei Hu felt as if he had been electrocuted, and he almost dropped his phone.

A man's voice!

First thing in the morning!

Next to Lei Xue!

It's still called "Xiaoxue"!

Lei Hu's pupils shrank sharply, blood rushed to his forehead, and his eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out.

"Who's speaking?!" His voice suddenly rose two octaves. "Is that son of a bitch Chen Feng?!"

Lei Xue immediately regained most of her senses.

She turned her head sharply—and saw Tang Tang lying on the pillow next to her, clutching her throat, a mischievous smile on her lips.

That "male voice" just now was imitated by this mischievous friend using a fake voice.

Lei Xue's eyes widened, and she slapped him.

Are you crazy?!

Tangtang let out a yelp when she was slapped, then rolled over and continued laughing.

On the other end of the phone, Lei Hu was furious.

"I'm asking you a question! Is it Chen Feng or not? Are you with him? You two last night—"