Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 305

Comrade Xiao Wang’s pleas for mercy were in vain, but Lin Chen and Xing Conglian didn’t betray him.

How to put it? After all, it was Su Fengzi who came, and nobody could figure out what he was thinking.

Therefore, when Su Fengzi stood before them, Lin Chen and Xing Conglian exchanged glances, each hoping the other would be the first to greet him. Probably because they were too in sync, they found that both were trying to avoid taking the initiative, so they glared at each other.

Su Fengzi saw this and merely smiled, not saying a word.

‘Indeed, my Shixiong’s mind is as mysterious as the bottom of the sea and terrifyingly abnormal,’ Lin Chen thought, shaking his head helplessly.

He looked Su Fengzi up and down, from his suit to his shoes, and casually asked, “Isn’t it hot?”

“It’s hot, but since my Shidi needs me, I have to get dressed even if it’s hot,” Su Fengzi replied.

Lin Chen probably understood what was going on and casually said, “Thank you.”

Su Fengzi nodded but said nothing, standing tall in the night.

Xing Conglian and Wang Chao were at a loss. They felt that it was a bit strange that Su Fengzi didn’t make fun of them.

A disturbance suddenly arose at the entrance of Wangji’s restaurant.

Outside, diners were calling out, “Madam Boss”, “Madam Boss”…

A vigorous female voice responded politely, and soon, a woman was standing before them.

Xing Conglian’s eyes widened as he realized that the goddess of all crayfish enthusiasts, Madam Wang Meimei, was now standing in front of him.

Wearing a white dress and high heels and a sparkling diamond necklace around her neck, Wang Meimei was well-known on TV, especially during crayfish season. She was more than just an ordinary restaurant owner; she was almost considered a celebrity.

Now that the crayfish goddess appeared before them, it was obvious who she had come for.

Xing Conglian looked at Su Fengzi, more confused.

Indeed, the crayfish goddess only had eyes for Su Fengzi. She stepped forward, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and said, “Teacher Su, I’ve missed you so much.”

Her words weren’t flirtatious but full of genuine longing and respect for Su Fengzi.

Was Wang Meimei not part of Su Fengzi’s entourage but someone he had helped before? But Su Fengzi wasn’t like Lin Chen, meddling in other’s affairs…

As Xing Conglian was lost in thought, Wang Meimei explained herself.

“Will ‘The Domineering Tyrant’s Love’ be updated soon? I’ve been waiting so painfully!”

The crayfish goddess changed her tone and complained to Su Fengzi.

“…”

The room fell into silence, all stunned by the name.

Xing Conglian looked at the crayfish goddess, not expecting her to have such a taste.

Su Fengzi, however, acted as if everything was normal.

“How about I write a chapter for you to read?” he shamelessly offered.

Wang Meimei pondered seriously for a moment, then said, “I really want to read it, but since Teacher Su has come to have crayfish with me, let’s eat first.”

Su Fengzi nodded and asked, “Shall I tell you the outline?”

Wang Meimei’s porcelain-like face instantly brightened. “Yes, yes, but wouldn’t spoiling it be bad?”

As she spoke, she confidently led the way into the restaurant, taking them to a specially reserved private room, satisfying Xing Conglian’s vanity to the fullest.

“Why not? You’re so cute; what’s wrong with telling you?” Su Fengzi laughed.

Wang Meimei’s face turned red, and she sat down proudly next to Su Fengzi, looking honored.

Su Fengzi opened a napkin for her, and they began a passionate discussion about whether the Dragon Emperor liked the fourteenth Yunyang immortal more than the Crayfish Goddess.

Xing Conglian, looking at the well-dressed Teacher Su, finally understood who the suit was for.

“Interesting, right?” Lin Chen sat down beside him and smiled.

“Interesting,” Xing Conglian replied.

Wang Chao spread his chopsticks and made a face, silently despising Su Fengzi with a look that said, “You’re not braindead, are you?”

It was hard to tell whether Su Fengzi saw this look from Comrade Xiao Wang.

Lin Chen exchanged a glance with Xing Conglian, silently lamenting.

The dishes were served quickly. The four of them plus the restaurant’s boss sat at a table with more than half of the seats left empty, but the crayfish covered the entire surface.

Oil-braised crayfish, steamed crayfish oil, fried crayfish balls, scallion grilled crayfish…

To balance the richness, they also had garlic mashed cucumber, cold edamame, and marinated lotus root.

The sight was filled with red and green, and the spicy fragrance rushed to the face.

Xing Conglian ordered two bottles of Yongchuan draft beer, and as he heard the pleasant sound of the bottles being opened, he seriously considered the feasibility of acquiring Wangji.

It didn’t seem to cost much, and spreading Wangji restaurants all over the world would be a way to enhance the country’s prestige, right?

Su Fengzi continued to discuss the outline with Wang Meimei.

They had gotten to the part where the Dragon Emperor broke through and ascended to the Nine Heavens, where the great sect’s Senior Uncle’s Ancestor (female) fell in love with him at first sight, insisting on dual cultivation with the Dragon Emperor.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chao couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of cola.

Su Fengzi put down his chopsticks and looked over.

“What are you looking at me for?” Wang Chao hurriedly wiped his mouth.

“Why did you suddenly spray cola?” Su Fengzi asked sincerely.

Wang Chao, perhaps emboldened, directly said, “Because you’re selling dog meat under the guise of mutton. Let me tell you, real male channel upgrade novels with a stallion theme aren’t like this. Your work has big problems!”

Su Fengzi didn’t get angry but smiled and said, “I would like to hear more.”

Basically, when Su Fengzi showed this expression, even Xing Conglian knew not to argue directly, as this person’s thinking was too bizarre.

But perhaps Wang Chao was too delighted with the meal, or maybe Su Fengzi’s acting was too good, as he thought Teacher Su was sincerely asking, so he benevolently instructed, “First of all, your title is very perverted. I thought it was a CEO novel, but you actually wrote a stallion story. There’s nothing like ‘Martial Arts’ or ‘Different World’ in the title. You dare call it a stallion? Isn’t your title a bit effeminate?”

Xing Conglian seriously doubted whether the cola in Wang Chao’s glass had been secretly spiked with alcohol. How else could a well-behaved kid go crazy like this?

Lin Chen was peeling crayfish like nothing was happening, and Xing Conglian also lowered his head, realizing that Lin Chen was more experienced in turning a deaf ear.

“Yes,” Su Fengzi replied to Wang Chao’s criticism, showing no resistance.

“And then there’s the female ancestor from the Nine Heavens Realm; this hag is a few thousand years old… Who wants to see her sleep with the male protagonist?” Wang Chao continued.

“Shut up! How can you talk about Teacher Su’s work like that!” As expected, Teacher Su’s number one fan, Miss Wang Meimei, couldn’t agree with it and rose to her feet, rebuking Wang Chao.

Su Fengzi, the author himself, took a small sip of the tea in front of him and smiled at his fan. “Don’t be angry.”

“But Teacher Su, he’s too much. How can he be so rude!” Wang Meimei was still furious.

“He’s just a child. He’s quite cute,” Su Fengzi explained gently, with a forgiving and magnanimous expression.

“That still doesn’t allow him to speak to you like that,” Wang Meimei insisted, still upset.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Su Fengzi gestured for his fan to sit down. “Shall I take revenge for you?”

Wang Meimei was momentarily confused.

Su Fengzi turned to Wang Chao. “You sing a song.”

“What? Why suddenly ask me to sing?” Wang Chao’s mouth was still full of crayfish, and he was utterly perplexed. “Are you looking for trouble?”

“Yes.” Su Fengzi smiled.

“Hey!”

“Don’t adults usually ask children to perform for guests when they take them out for meals?” Su Fengzi said softly.

“I’m an adult!” Wang Chao shouted angrily.

“An adult, huh…” Su Fengzi rested his chin on one hand, insinuating something. “Then can you recite a poem, like ‘Preface to the Prince Teng’s Pavilion‘?”

“Screw that!” Wang Chao yelled.

Su Fengzi and Wang Meimei looked at each other and laughed.

“Cute, isn’t he?” Su Fengzi playfully pointed in Wang Chao’s direction with the end of his chopsticks, as if he were no longer teasing Wang Chao, but instead asking Wang Meimei.

“He’s adorable. I want to pinch his cheeks!” Wang Meimei revealed a creepy-aunt grin.

“He’s the prototype of Eunuch Jiangling in the book.”

“Really, it does seem like him. Oh yes, that little eunuch in the book was teased like this the first time he met the Dragon Emperor.”

The two continued to chat as if no one else was there. Su Fengzi seemed to be letting Wang Chao off, but his voice was loud, clearly speaking for Wang Chao to hear.

Comrade Xiao Wang, a pure and innocent youth, never thought that one day he would be written into a book like “The Domineering Tyrant’s Love” as an eunuch. For a moment, he was thunderstruck, his worldview shaken. However, he couldn’t help but ask, “Who is that?”

“A little eunuch beside the Dragon Emperor. Don’t worry, there is no sexual relationship between them,” Su Fengzi answered.

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