Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 102

So what if he was rich? He was no better than an upstart because he had no foundation, no background, and no status unlike her own husband. Her husband, the manager of a key department in the city’s administration, was superior even to artists with a net worth of several billion. Even a cursory comparison would show that the upstart Chu Feng wasn’t worth her spit.

“Duo Duo, you don’t have an invitation card, but I do.” Liu Yaoyao delightedly waved the invitation card in her hand. “My daddy gave it to me. What about you?” Chu Feng frowned at the sight of Han Li enjoying her moment of schadenfreude. What a small world it was to keep running into human scum like her. Meanwhile, Duo Duo also glared at Liu Yaoyao and turned away, refusing to speak entirely.

“Chu Feng, who is this?” Yun Muqing was still a little confused. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“A boring person who doesn’t deserve attention,” Chu Feng picked up his daughter and said faintly. “How we get in is none of your business.”

“Get in? What a joke!” Han Li mocked with her arms crossed and a great sense of schadenfreude. “What kind of place do you think this is? This is Happy Valley, a business worth three trillion in investments alone. Even the mayor of Jiangling City has to bow down to them, and you dare barge in there without an invitation card? We’re different though. My husband is the President of the Jiangling Cultural Center, and he’s in charge of the entire city’s entertainment industry. Happy Valley has personally invited us three to check on the development. Do you know what that means?” Han Li said with an arrogant face and an air of superiority.

Han Li’s husband Liu Xuecheng, the man who gave off the impression of an administrative worker, scoffed and frowned at them. “Lili, there’s no point in entertaining unimportant people like them. Let’s just go inside, Manager Wang is still waiting for me to check on him.”

“Right. I nearly lost sight of what’s important.” Han Li took Liu Xuecheng’s arm and delightedly flashed her invitation card at Chu Feng one more time. Amid a sea of envious gazes, she walked over with her head held high.

“What kind of person is she?” Yun Muqing huffed. “I don’t know where she got that sense of superiority. What is she even bragging about?”

Xiao Hu consoled Duo Duo with a resolute tone, “Don’t you worry, Duo Duo. When school starts tomorrow, I’ll lead the whole class in a boycott against Liu Yaoyao. Hmph, that’ll show her not to bully anyone.”

“Wait for me here. I’m getting us some water.” Chu Feng merely shrugged and went to a quiet spot where he made a call.

“Hello? Who is this?” Before long, Chu Feng heard the lazy but melodious drawl of a woman who sounded like she just woke up. Chu Feng couldn’t help but recall this woman’s seductive figure, pale skin, and alluring posture like a kitten that had just been roused from its slumber.

“Long time no see, Heather,” he said seriously.

There were crashing sounds on the other end as if she had broken something because of her shock. “Is that you, Lord Ashura?” Heather asked. “It’s been three years! They said you had died with Satan of the Holy Temple himself! You—”

“I’m alive, and I’m in Jiangling. May I request several invitation cards to that Happy Valley branch you just opened?”

“Invitation cards? Please forgive me for my disrespect, My Lord. I’m so sorry, I-I’m coming down to welcome you in myself.” Chu Feng heard the sound of pattering footsteps like someone was rushing down a flight of stairs.

“It’s all right. I have no intention of reprimanding you.” Chu Feng smiled with resignation. He knew Heather had arrived way before the branch opening as she was going to publicize the 3,000th Happy Valley branch. But if this trillionaire and well-loved goddess of a woman really showed up to welcome him, all of Jiangling would go nuts, and he would be the center of attention. “I just need a few invitation cards and your help in revoking two people’s right to enter the theme park.” Chu Feng’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he watched Han Li’s family at the entrance of Happy Valley.

“Which two?”