<strong>Chapter 1217: Chapter 1229</strong>


    Han Feng looked at Yuwen Kangli with disdain, let out a snort, and said, “Haven’t you heard? As the saying goes, ‘He who gets close to ink gets stained ck.’ You can’t aplish anything noteworthy, so how good can your friends possibly be?”


    Chu Ge looked at him coldly without speaking.


    Yuwen Kangli, standing by, turnedpletely red. Because he had been imprisoned twice, no one wanted to be friends with him anymore. They all believed that associating with him would lead to bad luck.


    Even though he was already prepared for being cold-shouldered by others, hearing Han Feng put it so bluntly was still hard for him to stomach.


    Han Feng noticed Yuwen Kangli’s anger and curled his lips into a contemptuous smile, coldly saying, “Yuwen Kangli, if I were you, I wouldn’t show up here because I couldn’t bear the shame!”


    Yuwen Kangli tightly gripped his pant legs as if trying to endure, but his face was red down to his neck.


    Chu Ge noticed his anger and cast a frosty nce at the opposite Han Feng.


    “If associating with ink stains you ck, why do you choose to sit at the same table with us?”


    Chu Ge said softly, “With so many tables around, yet you want to sit with us; isn’t it because you want to get a bit of exposure too?”


    Han Feng looked at Chu Ge and snorted coldly, “Sharp-tongued and slick! Only someone like you is fit to be friends with Yuwen Kangli!”


    Chu Ge nodded with a smile, “Oh really? If that’s the case, please go ahead then?”


    Chu Ge made a gesture of invitation, which meant he was telling him to leave directly.


    But Han Feng sat there without moving, looking at Chu Ge and Yuwen Kangli with contempt, saying, “I like this table. You guys go sit somewhere else.”


    He arrogantly pped the table, ring at Chu Ge and Yuwen Kangli.


    Chu Ge looked at him coldly for a moment without speaking.


    Yuwen Kangli thought Chu Ge would say something, but in the end, he said nothing, stood up directly, and said to him, “Young Master Yu Wen, since Mr. Han likes your table so much, let’s give it to him.”


    Although Yuwen Kangli was puzzled about Chu Ge’s intentions, he stood up and followed Chu Ge to another table.


    Han Feng showed a triumphant expression and snorted disdainfully.


    Chu Ge sat down at the next table, and Yuwen Kangli sat beside him, puzzled, and asked, “Mr. Chu, given your status in the Capital City, there’s no need to give up your seat to him.”


    But why follow his words and leave?


    Chu Ge looked at him with a slight smile, saying, “And you? Why did you? Even though you’re not an heir to the Yuwen Family now, you’re still the Eldest Young Master of the Yuwen Family. In terms of status and identity, you’re on the same level as him, so why give up your seat to him?”


    Yuwen Kangli was stumped by the question, scratching his head in confusion—indeed, why did he give up his seat?


    He only stood up because he saw Chu Ge get up, and he didn’t want to sit with Han Feng, so he left.


    After thinking it over, that seemed to be the only exnation he could ept.


    At that moment, there was amotion at the door, and Nangong Man Sha walked in slowly, drawing envious and admiring gazes from the crowd.


    She wore a long water-pattern dress today, and the strapless design perfectly showcased her figure.


    Nangong Man Sha’s appearance immediately attracted many eyes, mostly from men who looked at her excitedly, with some even holding wine ready to greet her.


    But Nangong Man Sha scanned the room and locked her eyes on Chu Ge.


    She smiled pleasantly and walked over to Chu Ge’s direction.


    Han Feng, considering himself a young master from one of the Six Major Families of Kyoto, felt he had to maintain his dignity rather than act rashly in front of his dream goddess like the eager ones.


    So when Nangong Man Sha appeared, Han Feng remained seated, only ncing toward the door. Despite trying to appear calm, the amazement in his eyes betrayed him.


    As Nangong Man Sha walked toward them, Han Feng became restless.


    He cleared his throat, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands on his knees, rubbing them together, and pondering how to greet her—should he say hello orpliment her beauty?


    Han Feng shook his head, realizing these options might not reflect his sophistication. As Nangong Man Sha approached, he cleared his throat, adjusted his tie, and sat up straight.


    Yuwen Kangli noticed all of Han Feng’s movements, acutely aware that Nangong Man Sha was approaching because of Chu Ge.


    Yuwen Kangli watched Han Feng with glee, unable to suppress a snort, “You really think you’re something, huh? No matter how you dress yourself up like a prince, Miss Man Sha wouldn’t give you a second nce!”


    Han Feng shot a re at Yuwen Kangli as if to say, “Mind your own business!”


    Yuwen Kangli watched Han Feng with a smile, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.


    Sure enough, as Nangong Man Sha passed by Han Feng, he cleared his throat and got up in what he thought was a handsome manner, but before he could speak, she walked right past him to the next table.


    “Mr. Chu, I’m really sorry, something came upst minute, and I couldn’t pick you up.”


    Nangong Man Sha apologized to Chu Ge, taking a seat beside him and giving a nod as a greeting to Yuwen Kangli.


    Han Feng stood there in disbelief, stunned by this scene.


    Yuwen Kangli sneered at Han Feng, saying, “Mr. Han, you seemed quite excited to see Miss Man Sha?”


    He suddenly spoke up.


    Only then did Nangong Man Sha’s gaze fall upon Han Feng, giving him a slight nod as a form of greeting.


    Han Feng pursed his lips tightly, nced at Yuwen Kangli, and then sat down heavily, though his eyes kept drifting back to their table.


    Intrigued, Han Feng couldn’t help but ponder how this seemingly uninspiring person could sit with Nangong Man Sha! This truly changed his perspective.


    Wei Xiang, watching from a distance, also saw Nangong Man Sha sitting beside Chu Ge and was momentarily taken aback.


    “Wei Xiang, what are you looking at?” asked his good friend Shen Xuan, standing nearby with curiosity.


    “Nothing much, just watching that person. A mere security guard being able to attend such an event and even being seen differently by Miss Man Sha—this person is no simple character.”