Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Her hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people. While those bikers were still confronting and shoving riot police several blocks away, she was probably already intently listening to their clamor, the curses bursting from the depths of hundreds of motorcycle engines, the constant stream of new engines pouring in from all the closed alleys, and the V12 roar that could tear through the rain from the red Ferrari speeding towards them on the overpass in the distance.

She knew from the beginning that the yakuza had surrounded the entire Ebisu Garden, and she knew even earlier that her brother would come tonight to drag her back from this beautiful candlelight covered with foie gras crumbs and red wine stains.

But she remained seated and drank, showing no sign of impatience whatsoever. Throughout the entire time, she kept her head down and diligently drew those crooked little crowns and thumbs on her notebook.

Simply because she wanted to be a quiet, well-behaved girl at this family dinner, someone who wouldn't cause trouble for anyone.

When she caught a glimpse of the Lamborghini car key, her aunt felt a pang of unease.

This wasn't the script she had originally envisioned for Lu Mingfei. According to her guess, Lu Mingfei could only be a follower or attendant to that stunningly beautiful Japanese socialite, accompanying her on a social engagement. That's why he was dressed so impeccably and could step into such a high-class restaurant where a single glance could devour half a year's salary for her.

But where in the world would you find a waiter who drives a Lamborghini, opens the passenger door for a young lady, and then takes her to a Michelin three-star restaurant to eat the chef's special set menu?

This nephew was fading further and further away from her heart—so far that when Director Chen slammed his fist on the table praising "Mingfei is really promising," she no longer felt that the piercing pain in her spine stemmed from jealousy. She realized that, without her noticing, Lu Mingfei, this little brat, had become someone whose social circle was completely different from hers, someone she could never reach.

She forcefully suppressed the lingering resentment in her heart and brought the topic back to Lu Mingze and Jiajia.

She spent a fortune on this meal, and the humiliation she endured in those few hours was more than she had accumulated in the first half of her life, but she had to find a wife for her son.

In a few months, Mingze will leave her side and fly alone to that continent where she can barely understand a map. If there is no one to meet him there, she will not be able to sleep all night.

“Our Mingze is good in every way, except he’s not very good at charming girls. Look how honest he is,” his aunt said.

"Well, you'll learn with practice, it's not a flaw. Girls still prefer sincere and earnest boys," Lu Mingfei said, his speech noticeably faster than before.

“Mingfei, you’ve been in college for a year and a half now, right? Still no girlfriend?” Mrs. Chen smiled. “Aren’t American universities very open-minded? I heard that freshmen get girlfriends as soon as they enter the university.”

In a split second, Lu Mingfei assessed the situation and then answered with two words of absolute certainty: "Yes."

At this table right now, he represents all Chinese male students studying in the United States.

"What kind of girl was she?" Mrs. Chen asked, showing particular curiosity about this matter.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "Auntie, you really don't know when to stop asking questions," but he couldn't refuse to answer, so he just made up an excuse based on the first impression that came to mind: "She's quiet and gentle, and she's very good to me..."

"Isn't Mingfei's girlfriend very pretty?"

“It is quite beautiful…” Lu Mingfei replied involuntarily.

Indeed, she was sitting right across from him at the table, staring with eyes as calm as an ancient well at a cheese platter that she seemed to have no idea where to begin eating.

"Mingfei must really like her, right? I saw her face turn red as she talked," Madam Chen teased her aunt in the lighthearted tone typical of someone with experience.

Lu Mingfei cursed inwardly, "Screw your blushing! I was just drunk, okay?" But Mrs. Chen's words hit the nail on the head.

He does like someone.

It might not be the kind of "love" that's certain, but he just can't forget it. Holding his wine glass, he suddenly became incoherent: "It's not that I like you, I just can't forget you."

Mrs. Chen suddenly sighed softly and put her hand on Jiajia's shoulder.

"Sigh, my Jiajia is so naive. If she marries a boy who's too smart and manipulative, she'll definitely get bullied. She needs to find an honest, earnest, and pure-hearted boy. Mingfei is that kind of honest boy. He never fawns over his pretty female classmates. You might not be able to say it, but you really have feelings for her. So when others ask you, you can't explain it, and you can't let go. I've been through this, and I understand this feeling best. When you really like someone, you're always thinking about them. But when you're actually sitting together, you don't know what to say."

She lowered her head and stroked her daughter's soft hair, then said in a very calm tone, "If Mingfei didn't have a girlfriend, Auntie would really like to introduce our Jiajia to him."

After saying that, she looked away, lowered her head, and carefully picked up a piece of fettuccine with her fork, letting out a cold laugh in her heart.

My aunt underestimated this section chief's wife from beginning to end.

From the very first day of this trip to Japan, Auntie treated Madam Chen as a backup dancer under her baton, fully assuming that the other party was just nodding and smiling in step with her. Little did she know that Madam Chen had already seen through the whole two-person show between Uncle, Auntie, and Lu Mingfei.

Before Lu Mingfei appeared, Madam Chen did have a tiny bit of hope for Lu Mingze. At least the boy was decent, and his family was fairly well-known.

But tonight, after this nephew, who was not expected at all, strode confidently through the door, her thoughts completely changed.

There are clearly many outstanding young people studying in the United States, including those who are handsome, from excellent families, and who haven't gained weight yet.

Lu Mingfei himself is the best example: studying at a prestigious academy, claiming to be in Tokyo for an internship but wearing a custom-made suit, and driving a Lamborghini to and from high-end restaurants in Ebisu.

Lu Mingfei's family was clearly much more financially secure than his uncle and aunt's family.

With such a cousin standing right in front of her own daughter as a point of reference, why should she still betroth her daughter to Lu Mingze, who is still hiding behind his mother's chair?

When Jiajia gets there, she'll have plenty of better boys to choose from.

Chapter 820 The "Wronged" Aunt

The aunt sat stiffly in the chair, then suddenly let out a sob and covered her face, weeping bitterly.

She lost, utterly and completely. Her face and her dignity, along with the calculations she had painstakingly made for most of her life, and the last shred of respectability she had as the wife of the Lu family, were all torn to shreds in this candlelit French restaurant.

She was extremely sad and aggrieved, feeling like a new bride who was disliked by her in-laws. Everyone was trying to bully her, but she couldn't bully anyone.

"Oh dear, oh dear, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly remember something sad?" Mrs. Chen was flustered by this sudden outburst. She quickly put down her knife and fork, picked up a napkin folded into the shape of a swan on the table, and wiped her aunt's tears a couple of times.

"It's all because of that brat! It's all because of that brat! He's the nemesis that God sent to punish me!" Auntie suddenly raised her head like an enraged lioness, grabbed the salt and pepper shakers from the table, and threw them hard at Lu Mingfei across from her.

The salt shaker bumped into the rim of the crystal glass in front of Lu Mingfei, and the pepper shaker fell onto the tablecloth, rolled twice, and spilled a small patch of dark brown powder.

Lu Mingfei didn't dodge. He suddenly understood: in his aunt's eyes, he was now a capable person who had made a name for himself outside.

His aunt couldn't beat him, so she could only hate him. She used to be more powerful than him, holding all the power in the household, and arrogantly ordering him around. If she told him to chop radishes, he would obediently go into the kitchen to chop radishes.

Now the balance of power has been completely reversed. Just as that little devil Lu Mingze mentioned with a smile in the text message, he has gained status and power, and also possesses an invisible gold card that allows him to hail a taxi anywhere in the city.

But he could never go back to his uncle and aunt's house.

Power and status are such things that the moment you gain them, someone else will inevitably lose them at the same time.

Lu Mingfei stood up and called the manager to prepare to pay the bill.

Erii took the pen from the manager and signed her name at the bottom of the bill.

She didn't need to pay in cash. No high-end restaurant in Tokyo would refuse to accept a bill from the eldest daughter of the Uesugi family. Besides, the total price of tonight's menu was enough for her uncle to stay at the Westin for another two nights. Erii wrote her name neatly and without even frowning.

The moment she handed the pen back to the manager, her eyes narrowed slightly, a barely perceptible hint of wariness flashing across them.

She quickly scribbled a line on the notepad and quietly slipped it under Lu Mingfei's nose.

The handwriting was far less neat and tidy than usual, and the pen strokes were trembling, showing how hurried the fingers were when writing: "Brother is here."

She heard the roar of the Ferrari 599 GTB as it slammed down into eighth gear on the overpass a few blocks away. The White King's descendant was cutting through the rain, bypassing all the alleyways cluttered with roadblocks, and hurtling toward her at breakneck speed.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now," Lu Mingfei said.

These words were spoken to his uncle, aunt, and Director Chen's family, and were also the final words of farewell to the brief peace that had taken place on the long dining table, which was illuminated by candlelight.

After saying that, he raised his left hand to grasp Erii, raised his right hand to pull Frillen tight, and hurriedly ran towards the back door.

He didn't know whether the Lamborghini outside the back door could outrun Genjiro's twelve-cylinder Ferrari, but it was the fastest way out he could seize at the moment.

Erii was extremely familiar with the layout of this restaurant. In the past, Genji would bring her here every now and then, order a whole special chef's menu for her, and then sit across from her and drink tea.

She dragged Lu Mingfei through the red-carpeted corridor, pointing left or right as they ran.

She then abruptly stopped, running so fast that the heels of her white sheepskin boots scraped against the wooden floor with a short, sharp sound.

She took out her notepad, opened to a page that had already been written on, and held it up to Lu Mingfei.

The page was already crumpled at one corner, and the ink was somewhat worn and blurred. Perhaps it had been written as soon as I sat down tonight: "Was I naughty? Did I do something wrong?"

Lu Mingfei looked down at the words, then looked up at those hazy but earnest red eyes.

He fell silent, almost blurting out: "Hey, what time is it and you're still worrying about this!"

But he didn't.

Lu Mingfei reached out and, very gently, as if touching a frightened little animal, stroked her light brown hair, which was still styled with waves carefully blown out by the hairstylist.

“Eri did nothing wrong. Erii has always been a good person. This has nothing to do with Erii,” he said.

"Hey! Lu Mingfei! You stop right there!" His uncle's furious voice suddenly came from the end of the corridor as he caught up.

Lu Mingfei instinctively shielded Erii and Frilian behind him, his whole body tense like a fully drawn bow.

Only my uncle arrived, his suit jacket and trousers already crumpled from chasing so fast.

Lu Mingfei simply didn't have the time to explain the whole story to him from the beginning, so he could only hurriedly say, "Uncle, I really have to go now. We can talk about it later."

The uncle ignored him completely, quickly took a few steps and grabbed his wrist.

Lu Mingfei expected a barrage of angry words, but his uncle simply gripped his wrist tightly, dragged him into a corner of the corridor, and whispered as if afraid of being overheard: "Tell me the truth, kid. Did you get into trouble outside? I saw police cars everywhere, along with thugs and guys with dyed yellow hair on motorcycles, all blocking the way. Were they after you?"

"No, no—", Lu Mingfei still tried to hold on.

"You little brat, did you lie to us and say you were studying at Kassel College, but actually came to Japan to join the underworld?" His uncle glared at him, his eyes completely different from when he was sitting at his workplace signing expense reports.

He noticed that the two girls his nephew had brought with him that evening were nothing like girls from ordinary families.

The first thought that popped into his head wasn't that his nephew had become successful, but rather that he shouldn't let the only younger relative in the family who could still be considered half a blood relative be blinded by greed and become a reckless pawn for someone else.

"No, it's not that. There's no way to explain it in a short time..."

The uncle snorted heavily, didn't ask any more questions, but turned his head, took out the old Goldlion wallet that he had used for most of his life from his back pocket, and opened it in front of Lu Mingfei.

There were only a few Japanese yen banknotes in the interlayer, the largest denomination being 10,000 yen, and the next few were small, loose bills.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the ten-thousand-yuan bill and forcefully stuffed it into Lu Mingfei's hand.

Lu Mingfei looked down at the crumpled banknote in his hand, and suddenly felt a lump in his throat, unable to speak.

He currently had nearly eighty of these large bills in his pocket, a fraction of the several million yen that Caesar and Chu Zihang had received from selling the car.

His uncle probably saw that he had searched his pockets several times throughout the night but hadn't produced a single piece of cash, so he assumed that the man had no money and specially chased after him from the dinner table to give him travel expenses to run away.

Chapter 821 The Strange Waiter

This man, whose hair is thinning day by day, who always talks about wearing an expensive watch and boasts to his colleagues about how successful his son is, never dares to talk back to his aunt at home. He appears glamorous on the outside, but his wallet only contains the meager allowance his wife gives him each month.

This amount of money was probably his secret savings that he had kept from his aunt. He originally planned to buy some old DVDs that he liked while he was in Akihabara to buy electronics.

Lu Mingfei had seen the filenames of those discs when he cleaned up his computer hard drive before. Each one had a very proper name, such as "Windows System Update Backup," but he had never called his uncle out on it.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, his nose suddenly stinging with tears, and he could hardly hold them back in front of his uncle.

After hesitating for a couple of seconds, the uncle took out all the remaining loose change from his wallet and stuffed it into Lu Mingfei's hand without reservation.

Then he reached out his hands, which had been working on budget sheets all his life and were now a little soft, and pushed Lu Mingfei's shoulder forward with force.

"Hurry, hurry! Don't mess with the Japanese mafia! Let's get through this first, then head to the embassy. China is strong now, why should we be afraid of being bullied by the Japanese?"

He glanced at Erii, who stood silently to the side but held tightly to Lu Mingfei's sleeve, and quickly added in a low voice, "Don't bully that Japanese girl. I think she's quite nice. You have good taste, kid! Your uncle is the best at judging girls!"

After saying that, he turned his head and lowered his voice to a level that only Lu Mingfei could hear, carefully instructing him, word by word: "Don't hold a grudge against your aunt. Who does she think she is, just a woman! I'm in charge here. Once this is over, you absolutely must go home. I'll take care of things with your aunt!"