170 Trouble will always come to greet 2 (1/2)

”Xiao Yue! Give me an answer!”

The sorely beaten youth cried out in indignation, his roughed countenance blazing with hurt and anger. His hands reached out to grasp the edge of a nearby table, his body screaming in pain as he gradually regained his balance.

The ardent youth's body radiated with a faint pride belonging that to a powerful clan, although his actual status was not as satisfactory.

”My Yue'er doesn't deserve someone as unworthy as you,” a languished voice belonging to a male rang from within the private room.

”Young Master Tang, you should return to your residence, and not shame yourself any further. Can the Tang Clan afford to antagonize my Fang Clan, just for the temporary livelihood and pleasures of a Third Young Master?”

For a brief moment, the entire interior of the Eight Immortals Pavilion fell into a pure silence, the occupants too busy searching for their fallen jaws from the outburst.

The atmosphere seemed to have frozen into a permanent chill, rattling against the eardrums of everyone present.

Platter!

Then, the first pair of chopsticks clattered onto a half-finished bowl of chicken soup, the owner forgetting their former presence in his hands.

Soon after, the second pair of chopsticks embraced the wooden floor of the ground level of the pavilion, encored by everyone else except for a young girl sitting at the farthest table from the entrance.

At the same time, the frozen state of the Eight Immortals Pavilion appeared to disappear as though it had never been present, and Tang Shiqi soon recovered in suit.

The youth extended a shaking finger towards the ajar doors of the private room, his eyes bulging in their sockets.

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”Who… who is your Yue'er?” the youth hoarsely whispered.

”Fang Man, you only met Xiao Yue from a few weeks ago, whilst I grew up with her since she was a four-year-old little girl. How dare… how dare you claim her as your… your own!?”

”Why, because Yue'er and I possess quite the affinity, ah,” the youth named Fang Min replied with a gloating laugh.

”It's a pity, Third Young Master Tang! I do apologize for ruining your engagement's prospects, but I refuse to exchange my Yue'er for a piece of paper hidden under your bed, stained with whatever evil you commit each night.”

Caw?

The little raven, who had been observing the show with a tinge of boredom, abruptly reared its head back in surprise.

After a few moments of befuddled contemplation, the little creature realized with horror that it couldn't pay any more attention to the stash of gingko nuts hidden within the leather bag.

The pair of crimson eyes bulged in shock, replaced by a hint of uncertainty.

The stinky lass' irises… did they just flash with interest?

What kind of young girl in this age would have interest in such a topic!?

If the little raven heard what An Fei was murmuring under her breath, it would have probably fainted from disbelief.

At some point in time, the young girl had finished her bowl of dandan noodles, and was lounging around simply for entertainment.

”Fight it out! If that lad Tang could burst with some protagonist mystery, then that would be the perfect drama, ah,” the young girl cheered in her heart, only wishing that she had brought out her newly brewed rice wine to enjoy whilst spectating the romantic troubles of the Tang Clan's Third Young Master.

After all, romantic dramas were the best entertainment of all!

Sprinkle in a tinge of fantasy and love triangles, and a world-breaking blockbuster was to wave its greetings to the queue of fame.

At the same moment, the tension within the Tang Clan's Third Young Master broke through the carefully constructed dam and soared into the heavens.

”You have more affinity with Xiao Yue than me?” Tang Shiqi scoffed.

”Why don't you say it then, Fang Man. See if our Tang Clan won't do anything about your flippant and arrogant actions!”

A brief pause reared its head within the private room, along with several shuffles of delicate fabric on wood.

The occupants of the pavilion didn't dare retrieve their chopsticks, their ears stretched in anticipation and excitement.

”Hm… Yue'er, do you mind?”

The youth named Fang Man slowly spoke towards his partner with an affectionate voice, causing the Tang Third Young Master to burn scarlet with anger.

The shuffling of clothes continued for a breath, before the delicate voice of a female could be heard.