Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 81

Li Fenglan fumed. This guy was intentionally provoking her, wasn’t he? She snorted, turned on her heel, and walked away.

Yun Jiaming wasn’t in a good mood either and said, “All right, that’s it. Stop messing around now.”

Deep down, he was a little surprised; his brother, Yun Jiahu, was a force to be reckoned with, and he knew it very well.

Yun Jiahu had a long list of impressive achievements and became a powerful lieutenant colonel before the age of forty. Among his comrades, he was nicknamed ‘Jiangbei Tiger.’ Many high-ranking officials respected him and held him in high esteem. Among the soldiers within the Jiangbei region, he was the one who was most likely to get promoted to the rank of General within the next ten years.

‘Colonel’ and ‘General’ may sound not much different, but those were very different ranks; the latter was equivalent to becoming a top-ranking official in Jiangling City.

This was a testament to how ambitious Yun Jiahu was. Naturally, he thought very highly of himself and had a habit of sneering at and looking down on young talents and heroes in the military. Yet, he actually humbled himself and willingly begged Chu Feng to become his son-in-law?

This would definitely be a great honor; if word got out, it would shake those young masters from the rich families to the core.

Nevertheless, could Chu Feng really be someone outstanding, while he himself was the one who had misjudged Chu Feng?

“Hmm? Jiaming, are you actually drinking all by yourself? That was so inconsiderate of you for not inviting me to drink together!”

Yun Jiahu sniffed around and quickly discovered Yun Jiaming’s half-finished white wine on the table. Without a trace of restraint, he picked it up.

Yun Jiaming smiled helplessly. “Chu Feng gave this to me, and it’s a little too strong. How could this be alcohol? Clearly, its quality is too low to even qualify as alcohol.”

Li Fenglan kicked her sarcasm up a notch. “Drink up, Jiahu. You are in too good a shape to get poisoned.”

“Huh? If my ‘filial son-in-law’ gave this to you, it should be all the more reason for me to give it a taste!” Yun Jiahu’s eyes lit up as he boldly drank it in one gulp.

Smash! Suddenly, the glass fell from his grip and shattered to pieces.

Yun Jiaming frowned. Puzzled, he asked, “Jiahu, what’s wrong?”

At lightning speed, Yun Jiahu sprang up from his seat and widened his eyes in surprise as he stared at his brother.

His face was a concoction of ecstasy, shock, and disbelief. Then, he dropped to his knees. With trembling hands, he picked the broken pieces of the glass—stained with alcohol—off the ground like they were rare treasures. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Jiahu! Goodness! Y-You didn’t really get poisoned, did you?” Li Fenglan was terribly frightened and quickly made to dial 120.

“Xi Feng Liquor! It’s Xi Feng Liquor!” Yun Jiahu suddenly wailed.

His palms landed hard on Yun Jiaming’s shoulders; he then grasped Yun Jiaming’s shoulders tightly and shook them violently. Delight colored his features. Like a child, he danced around. “Jiaming, th- this is Xi Feng Liquor!”

Excitement flowed out of Yun Jiahu. He wrapped his arm around Yun Jiaming’s shoulders and shook them hard. “Jiaming, this is Xi Feng Liquor! Where did you get it? Do you have more of it?”

Yun Jiaming’s petite body couldn’t endure the rough shaking; it was so painful that he bared his teeth as he felt like his bones were going to shatter into pieces.

“Jiahu, please calm down. You mentioned that the alcohol Feng gave me is named ‘Xi Feng Liquor’. What kind of alcohol is that? Why haven’t I heard of it before?”

Yun Jiaming frowned. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, he narrowed his wise and experienced eyes as he sought out all his alcohol-related memories in his mind. One must understand that he was a wine-tasting expert. He had around a hundred different types of alcohol stored in his house and had tasted more than a thousand types of alcohol before. Before the car accident, he even owned two private wineries and frequently attended national and international wine-tasting events where he was often invited to be the expert-level wine-tasting guest.

However, the name ‘Xi Feng Liquor’ did not ring a bell.

Li Fenglan, who had been watching the scene unfold before her, mocked with disdain, “What good stuff could that poor loser possibly give us, and what’s so great about Xi Feng Liquor? I reckon it’s nothing but rubbish.”

“Fenglan, mind your words!”

Yun Jiahu suddenly looked especially stern. He shot daggers at Li Fenglan with his eyes, and he looked like he was ready to murder. “If this was the military, I could charge you with blasphemy for what you had just said. I could shoot first, ask questions later, and end your life without a valid reason.”

Li Fenglan was so frightened that she paled and went silent.

“This alcohol is priceless. It is the pride of the military.”