Strongest Guard

Even though he knew Holan Fusu was coming towards him, Lee Nanfang still turned around and pretended not to see him.    

    

This is sending a signal to him. This bro doesn't want to pay attention to you and is busy with you.    

    

However, Holan Fusu was not very tactful. He went around to the opposite side of Lee Nanfang and said, "Lee Nanfang, we meet again."    

    

"Ah?" "May I ask who you are?"    

    

For the wine cup, Lee Nanfang, looked up at Holan Fusu, face full of confusion that I don't know you.    

    

"I'm Holan Fusu."    

    

Holan Fusu was not angry because of Boss Lee's posturing, his tone remained calm.    

    

Lee Nanfang continued to act: "Holan Fusu? This name is very unfamiliar, do we know each other? "    

    

Holan Fusu said lightly, "Helan Xiaoxin, it's my sister."    

    

Since he was being so tactless, Lee Nanfang couldn't be bothered to continue pretending. He leaned on the bar: "Oh, I remember now." Looking for me? What's the matter? "    

    

Holan Fusu went straight to the point, "I want to thank you."    

    

"You want to thank me for helping your sister become the scapegoat?"    

    

Lee Nanfang smirked, "If you really want to thank me, then you should take out your wallet and ask me how much I need in return for Helan Family's sincere thanks. But that's not it, if you send a large number of people to watch the Southern Frontier, once I show my face, you'll give me free peanuts to eat. "    

    

To a greater extent, Helan Family would squeeze out Lee Nanfang, the extremely dedicated scapegoat, and was worried that he would regret his decision. Lee Nanfang had secretly snuck into the country, found someone to say something that he shouldn't, and would send a large number of experts to wait for him in a few major counties at the border of Southern Frontier.    

    

Jinghong Ming also thought of this, so he let Lee Nanfang fly around half of Huaxia before finally flying directly from Macau to Beijing.    

    

As for whether or not Helan Family did this, Lee Nanfang did not know, and Jinghong Ming also did not know.    

    

Lee Nanfang had speculated this from the fact that when Helan Xiaoxin withdrew her Golden Triangle, she had decisively killed Secretary Huang.    

    

The reason he said all this to Holan Fusu was actually to ask first hand.    

    

Originally, Holan Fusu's gaze was very calm, but after hearing what he said, his pupils clearly shrank.    

    

Lee Nanfang immediately confirmed his guess. He sighed in his heart and his eyes dimmed. He picked up his wine cup and drank all of the red wine inside in one gulp.    

    

It was bitter.    

    

Lee Nanfang was "willing" to be the scapegoat for Helan Xiaoxin. He already knew what kind of person that woman was, but after confirming this matter, he still felt a lot of bitterness in his heart.    

    

Having slept with that woman so many times, it would be a lie to say that she didn't have any feelings.    

    

No matter how magnanimous a man was, he wouldn't feel good if he encountered such a thing.    

    

Furthermore, Lee Nanfang was not too generous.    

    

Similarly, Holan Fusu, who had an IQ not inferior to Lee Nanfang's, saw something from the way Lee Nanfang drank and softly asked, "You, are you asking me?"    

    

"It doesn't matter if you ask first. If you really know, is there any difference?"    

    

Lee Nanfang said indifferently, took out a cigarette, and lit it on Holan Fusu's chest with the wine cup: "Young Master Fusu, you should know, your Helan Family owes me too much, and not that I owe you. So please don't bother me. To be honest, I feel sick in my stomach now when I see people with the same surname. So, can I trouble you to disappear in front of my eyes? The taste of vomiting is indeed unpleasant. "    

    

Holan Fusu's left hand slowly clenched into a fist. His lips also moved a few times, but he didn't say a single word.    

    

No one had ever dared to say these words in front of Holan Fusu.    

    

Lee Nanfang dared.    

    

Not only did he dare to, after seeing the sharp look in his eyes, he scoffed again, "Tsk, did you want me to find out that an ordinary diaosi like me slept with the haughty Miss He Lan? Since I slept with her, then no matter how Yun Che treated me, it would all be natural. The reason is, the women of the Helan Family have gold edges … "    

    

With a bang, Holan Fusu grabbed Lee Nanfang's collar. His handsome face started to twist like a wounded beast. He growled, "Lee Nanfang, you are forcing me to kill you!"    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't say a word. He didn't even blink as he arrogantly held the cigarette in his mouth and looked at Lee Nanfang with disdain.    

    

Holan Fusu's growl was not very loud.    

    

There were also over a hundred distinguished guests in the hall, and about a dozen waiters dressed like butterflies serving wine. However, everyone of them were of high quality and were all chatting and laughing softly, not affecting anyone else.    

    

Therefore, Holan Fusu's low roar still attracted some people's attention.    

    

Mrs. Jinghong, who was surrounded by Elder sister Chun and the others, turned around to look.    

    

She only looked, but did not come over.    

    

She only needed to let others see that her eyebrows were slightly creased in displeasure after seeing this scene. That was enough.    

    

She didn't think that Lee Nanfang, who was dealt with by Qin Laoqi and his husband when he was mad, would suffer a loss when fighting with others.    

    

After looking at Lee Nanfang's gaze full of mockery for a good seven to eight seconds, Holan Fusu slowly loosened his collar and even tidied it up for him before saying in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, please forgive my recklessness."    

    

"Holan Fusu, you shouldn't have come to find me. "You should pretend that you can't see me, or hide at the side while secretly rejoicing that the person who sees me isn't one of the others in your family."    

    

Lee Nanfang lightly said: "I wasn't angry because of your rudeness, that's because I really admired your performance at Mexico. If it was any other person in your family who dared to touch me like this, I will beat them senseless with a single punch. "    

    

"I, as a person, have never been polite to people who repay kindness with hatred."    

    

After tidying up his collar, Lee Nanfang picked up a piece of cake and ate it slowly: "Tell your sister not to appear in front of my eyes again in the future. I'm really worried that I won't be able to control my own hands and I'll strangle her. "    

    

"No, don't hurt her. If there's anything, just come to me. "    

    

Holan Fusu lowered his head, bit his lips hard and left.    

    

He had never thought that under such circumstances where he had to pay attention to his image of Young Master Fusu, his steps would actually be a little unsteady.    

    

He didn't even look up as he walked out of the hall.    

    

The originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly became strange after Holan Fusu left.    

    

Many people didn't see the scene of Holan Fusu grabbing onto Lee Nanfang's collar, but they were surprised to see him leave in such a dejected manner. The party had just started and there were still a few heavyweights not here, so how did he leave?    

    

A few of the yamen runners who were on good terms with him looked over in confusion before quickly walking out of the hall together.    

    

Many people at the scene wanted to know what was going on, but their friendship with Young Master Fusu wasn't good enough to chase after and ask. They could only suppress the question in their hearts, pretend not to notice it, and continue chatting about their own matters.    

    

This concerned gossip about the core disciples of Wealthy Classes like Helan Family. It was best not to speak carelessly about it, lest trouble come out of the mouth.    

    

Lee Nanfang was not proud in the slightest after he had squeezed Holan Fusu out with harsh words.    

    

Just like he said, he still admired Holan Fusu a lot.    

    

Even though Young Master Fusu's appearance, temperament, and status were all much higher than Helan Xiaoxin's, making anyone from a diaosi background feel inferior when interacting with him, but if it wasn't for Helan Xiaoxin, Lee Nanfang still wanted to be friends with him.    

    

As the catering world often said, you have a story, I have wine, and we're the best partners. Come on.    

    

Holan Fusu was the wine, and Lee Nanfang was the story.    

    

The story was somewhat helpless, and the taste of the wine had also changed.    

    

All of this was because of two women. One was Helan Xiaoxin, the other was Yue Zitong.    

    

These two women were Holan Fusu's sister and his "next-door sister" whom he had been pursuing for years. However, due to some mishaps, Yue Zitong was Lee Nanfang's fiancee and had a substantive relationship with Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

The two women that Holan Fusu cared about the most had a direct relationship with Lee Nanfang. To Holan Fusu, who was better than him in every aspect, this was too unfair and cruel.    

    

However, this was reality. Holan Fusu didn't want to face it, but how could Lee Nanfang be willing to do so?    

    

The fact that an idiom that heroes cherish exists proves that it has a certain amount of truth to it.    

    

Lee Nanfang suddenly felt bored by Holan Fusu's departure. He put down his wine cup and looked towards Mrs. Jinghong.    

    

Coincidentally, she looked over as well.    

    

Lee Nanfang raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the hall's entrance, meaning that he was going to leave.    

    

Mrs. Jinghong hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly. Then, she walked toward the staircase with elder sister Chun and the others.    

    

He walked up to the 12th floor and found a small room where he could discuss things in detail.    

    

She was indeed a woman who understood people very well. She didn't ask Lee Nanfang what happened just now and why he left. It was as if the two of them had no relationship at all. They just nodded to each other out of politeness and busied themselves.    

    

After watching them climb the stairs, Lee Nanfang snuck up against the wall and arrived at the main hall's door. He stood there and immediately opened it for the doorman, who said in a soft voice, "Mister, welcome to come again."    

    

As soon as the door opened, sounds of footsteps came from the corridor outside, along with a hearty laugh, "Ha, haha, Fu Su, we haven't seen each other for a whole year. No matter what, we have to have a good drink. What's the big deal if you suddenly want to leave? "    

    

Even a fool would know that a person who could brazenly laugh heartily under the Seven Stars Club and call Holan Fusu his brother, pull him back after knowing that he was leaving, was no ordinary person.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't even bother to take the initiative to pick up people he didn't know. Naturally, he took a few steps back and stood behind the door. He was prepared to leave after these people came in.    

    

"Everyone, please come in."    

    

A group of people appeared in Lee Nanfang's line of sight as the corridor door attendant greeted them respectfully.    

    

He saw Holan Fusu first.    

    

Holan Fusu, who had a helpless and wry smile on his face, walked into the hall in big strides with his arms wrapped around his shoulders as he was led by a burly young man with a face as sharp as a knife.    

    

In contrast to Holan Fusu, who paid a lot of attention to his appearance, the young people dressed quite casually.    

    

Although he wasn't dressed like Lee Nanfang, wearing a street sports coat, he was only wearing black pants, a blue shirt, and a pair of unbuttoned buttons on his collar.    

    

If Holan Fusu was the bright silver spear in Zhao Zilong's hand, then this man would be Guan YunChang's Azure Dragon's crescent moon blade with a threatening aura of arrogance.    

    

Even Lee Nanfang couldn't help but praise him in his heart when he saw him. What a man!    

    

On the right hand side of one of the men was a tall young lady wearing a black evening gown.    

    

What a beautiful woman!    

    

Lee Nanfang's gaze swept from the face of a man to the face of a woman, and praised her in his heart once again.