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Xiao Yefeng never expected to stumble upon such matters, and he had even learned the name of that organization. Although Wei Zhenjiang was unaware of other details, one thing was clear to Xiao Yefeng: the Metaphysics Society and Perfect World were sworn enemies. It was evident that the people from Perfect World were engaged in various activities, while the Metaphysics Society was either stopping or sabotaging them. Who was right and who was wrong? It was hard to tell.
This revelation made Xiao Yefeng even more eager to join the Metaphysics Society. Clearly, becoming a part of it would provide him with more information about Perfect World. As the old man and the young man conversed, Wei Zhenjiang, calmed by the wine, soon fell asleep. Xiao Yefeng did not hesitate to lie down on the other side and drift off as well.
Throughout the night, Xiao Yefeng gained a deeper understanding of many things, especially regarding his parents and the inscriptions on his uncle's grave. He realized that this was Wei Zhenjiang's way of offering prayers. From Perfect World, Wei Zhenjiang had also learned a few things; one of them was this method of accumulating virtue for others. The inscriptions carved on the gravestones were key to connecting with Wei Zhenjiang's blessings. Not only did Xiao Yefeng care about the two gravestones, but others had also been inscribed in secret.
As dawn broke, the crows cawed, and villagers began visiting each other to celebrate the New Year. The Wei Family, being one of the oldest families in the village, received a steady stream of visitors. After waking early, Wei Zhenjiang exchanged glances with Xiao Yefeng and said, "Old man, it seems we drank quite a bit last night! Oh no! What happened? I can't remember anything at all!"
Hearing Xiao Yefeng's words brought joy to Wei Zhenjiang. After all these years, it wasn't for nothing; he clearly understood that Xiao Yefeng's implication was that he had forgotten everything from last night—what happened between them was irrelevant.
"Yes! I drank too much too! Oh dear! Well, let's not think about that anymore. You can stay at my house this year; you can leave after the New Year!" With that, Wei Zhenjiang stood up.
Just as Xiao Yefeng was about to refuse, his phone rang! Glancing at the caller ID, he sighed and said, "Old man, it looks like I can't stay any longer; someone is chasing me back!"
Xiao Yefeng answered the call, and Liu Qing's voice came through on the other end: "Feng, where are you?"
"Aunt Qing! What's going on?" Xiao Yefeng asked in confusion.
"Nothing much. I told you earlier that there would be a family banquet after the New Year; it's starting soon. I figured you might not know, so I'm just letting you know!" Liu Qing's tone was gentle and caring, reminiscent of a mother's concern.
To be honest, Liu Qing's care made Xiao Yefeng feel a sense of familial warmth. However, after a brief moment of happiness, he quickly returned to his usual state. After gathering his thoughts, he said, "A family banquet! Aunt Qing, forgive me for saying this, but I don't want to attend such gatherings."
Xiao Yefeng had a purely Eastern masculine character. His experiences with wealthy families made him feel that these aristocrats were hypocritical people who acted one way in public and another in private. He didn't despise hypocrites; he simply preferred dealing with genuine individuals.
Liu Qing was the only female head among the Four Great Families of China and was naturally adept at navigating social situations. She quickly understood Xiao Yefeng's sentiments. At this moment, Liu Qing seemed to have already learned about Xiao Yefeng's experiences with wealthy families. Thus she replied, "Feng, some things are not as you think. People at our level are like this; however, what you've seen are merely some family misfits—debauched second-generation rich kids. This family banquet will feature truly high-level families from Huaxia. Although there will still be intrigue and competition among them, the sordid affairs typical of wealthy families will no longer happen openly!"
Liu Qing was a woman, yet she held a king-like presence. She had long since dismissed such matters, but at that moment, Xiao Yefeng frowned and said, "Aunt Qing, do I really have to go?"
Xiao Yefeng truly did not want to attend. To him, the family banquet was merely a façade, stripped of its superficial glamour; he suspected that the underlying dynamics would be no different.
"The Wind, I'm not forcing you to go. However, your identity carries weight this time. First, as the owner of Hangzhou Liyang Group, you must participate. Second, as our chief special advisor at Wankang Pharmaceuticals, your presence is also necessary. The representative for Wankang Pharmaceuticals is Yiyi. To be frank, every major family or enterprise has its own special advisors. Our gatherings are merely for discussing cooperation, while those like you who represent our hidden forces are the true hosts of this banquet," Liu Qing explained.
Only then did Xiao Yefeng understand that the family banquet was indeed a competitive arena operating behind the scenes. Just as he pondered this, Liu Qing presented him with an irrefutable reason to attend. Upon hearing it, Xiao Yefeng slammed his hand on the table, a fire igniting in his eyes.
"Aunt Qing, I’m in a village under Evergreen City. How about this: you help me buy a ticket back to Hangzhou? I’ll go to the airport at noon today to pick it up." Hearing Liu Qing's words made Xiao Yefeng nearly unable to sit still; he began pacing around the Wei Family's living room.
"Alright!" With that, Liu Qing hung up the phone.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhenjiang looked at Xiao Yefeng and asked, "Wind! What’s wrong?"
"Old Master Wei, I can’t stay any longer. Here’s my phone number; we’ll keep in touch when I have time. I have something urgent to handle!" After writing down his number on a piece of paper, Xiao Yefeng handed it to Wei Zhenjiang.
Wei Zhenjiang could see that Xiao Yefeng was anxious and did not try to hold him back as he escorted him out the door. Just then, they ran into Wei Qingqiang and his wife returning home with their child after grocery shopping. Seeing Xiao Yefeng with his backpack on, Wei Qingqiang asked, "What’s going on? Bro, are you leaving?"
"I have matters at home that require my attention; I really can’t stay," Xiao Yefeng replied.
The farmers were kind-hearted and wanted to keep him there, but at that moment, Wei Zhenjiang silenced his son with a look. Soon after, Xiao Yefeng hailed a taxi and sped off toward the airport. Before leaving, he noticed that Wei Qingqiang seemed to be on the verge of great fortune; however, great fortune often preceded great disaster. With his insufficient cultivation level, Xiao Yefeng could only discern this from Wei Qingqiang's appearance. Thus, he told Wei Zhenjiang—who was seeing him off alone—that if anything happened to Wei Qingqiang, he must contact him and reminded him to always remember that fortune and misfortune are intertwined.
Xiao Yefeng could only do so much; however, he sensed that Wei Zhenjiang did not take his words seriously. Still adhering to the belief that meeting someone was fate in itself, he felt he had said enough.
In haste, Xiao Yefeng paid respects to his parents and uncle before gathering some information and returning once more to Hangzhou. At the airport, he encountered members of the Liu Family who had come to deliver his ticket. The flight was swift; before long it was afternoon and Xiao Yefeng arrived at Golden House Courtyard. Indeed, Liu Yiyi and Mei Mo'er were both present. Perhaps due to her responsibilities with two major enterprises, Liu Yiyi seemed to have lost some weight over the past month.
Xiao Yefeng smiled lightly at Liu Yiyi, who returned the gesture with a calm smile. Mei Mo'er, however, was unusually reserved; she did not call him "Brother Xiao" as she usually did, nor did she rush to hug his arm. Instead, she greeted him with a smile similar to Liu Yiyi's.
"What’s going on? I heard that someone is trying to make a move on you at the family banquet?" Xiao Yefeng asked directly.
"How do you know, Brother Xiao?" Liu Yiyi looked at the travel-worn yet excited Xiao Yefeng in surprise.
"Aunt Qing told me. But let's put that aside for now. Who exactly dares to propose to you at the family banquet?" Xiao Yefeng inquired.
Indeed, the reason Xiao Yefeng changed his plans and decided to attend the family banquet was precisely because of this. Yesterday, when Liu Qing announced the location of the banquet, another piece of news was revealed: two mysterious individuals declared their intention to propose to Liu Yiyi and Mei Mo'er during the feast.
As the saying goes, a single stone can create a thousand waves. Not to mention the Liu Family among the Four Great Families, even the Mei Family, despite its influence being primarily in the south, was well-known throughout China. The name "Mei Family" was recognized by all. Within the Mei Family's generation, there were only two heirs: Mei Mo'er’s brother, Mei Wuying, who was adopted by Mei Chuanqiong. In terms of succession, Mei Wuying could not inherit the Mei Family legacy; thus, Mei Mo'er was the sole heir.
Typically, daughters from large families are often seen as pawns in marriage alliances. However, in families like the Mei and Liu Families where only one daughter is born per generation, this current generation's only daughter would not face such a fate. Yet, both Mei Mo'er and Liu Yiyi had become dream girls for countless young masters seeking power and wealth. At twenty years old, Mei Mo'er was famously known as a fiery beauty; ever since she had incapacitated a suitor at eighteen, no one had dared to propose to her for two years.
The fact that someone dared to propose now was indeed remarkable. However, compared to Mei Mo'er, Liu Yiyi—who had retreated to the south—was even more impressive. As the only female heir among the Four Great Families, marrying her would mean claiming the Liu Family as one's own. Yet, due to her delicate health and beauty, Liu Yiyi was even more intimidating than Mei Mo'er; it had been twenty years since anyone had dared to propose in such a setting.
The revelation of such news indicated that both women were extraordinary and likely targeted by young masters from the other three families. This situation put Liu Qing in a difficult position; if it truly involved young masters from those families, agreeing or refusing would be complicated and could damage reputations all around. Thus, Liu Qing sought out Xiao Yefeng for assistance.
"I already know who wants to propose to me, Brother Xiao. It must be that Sniveler from the Hua Family. Sigh! I don’t like him; any man I can't defeat will never be my husband," Mei Mo'er stated confidently. It seemed she already had her own way of dealing with such matters; clearly, this kind of situation had occurred many times before but never on such a grand stage.
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