Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Can Drink a Cup of Nothing

Behind the avenue trees not far away, four people walked over, and the leader was none other than Zhou Xiaotong.

She was wrapped in a light gray fur cloak, with a matching brimless hat on her head, and her black leather boots squeaked against the white snow.

Her temperament and appearance were originally of a cold and noble type, and now, as she walked on the snow, she seemed to float ethereally, like an Immortal.

Following her, a woman and two men, were also handsome and attractive.

All three were taller than her, but they could not steal even a bit of the limelight from her.

Yuan Huapeng saw this and his brows furrowed slightly, speaking dissatisfiedly, “Xiaotong, you’re pushing it. This is a private gathering, what do you mean by barging in like this?”

“Is that so?” In the blink of an eye, Zhou Xiaotong had ascended the steps and entered the pavilion on the rockery, looking coldly at Yuan Huapeng, “I remember this place is a public space. Brother Peng, are you suggesting… that you’ve bought this place?”

“You’re making it sound so unpleasant,” said Yuan Huapeng, his face darkening, “Since you call me ‘Brother,’ shouldn’t you know that there’s a thing called ‘first come, first served’?”

Zhou Xiaotong responded coldly, “Yes, I call you ‘Brother’, yet you speak ill of me behind my back… aren’t you ashamed?”

Yuan Huapeng choked on her words, then reluctantly spoke, “I didn’t say anything about you, did I?”

He was truly a bit relieved that he had noticed her half a second earlier, otherwise he would have been deeply embarrassed.

Who doesn’t talk about others behind their backs? But being caught red-handed, he would no longer be able to hold his head high in the future.

However, Zhou Xiaotong didn’t bother to entangle with him but turned her head to look at Feng Jun, “You’re not bad, quite meticulous in your actions.”

That was exactly what Feng Jun had said about her just before.

Feng Jun smiled lazily, “I can’t compare to you guys. Drifting in the Martial World with no solid backing, I can only afford to be meticulous, that’s all I have left.”

Zhou Xiaotong glanced at the skewers, wine glasses, and tea on the table, then looked around, nodding slightly, “A discerning eye indeed. It’s an excellent place to enjoy the snow, tranquil amidst the bustle… but the view isn’t wide enough.”

Yuan Huapeng didn’t respond, but Feng Jun disagreed, “The rooftop offers a wide view. A small place like this is decent enough for those of us who are short-sighted.”

Zhou Xiaotong sighed softly, speaking ethereally, “What a pity… high places are so cold.”

Feng Jun lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag, “That doesn’t matter. You don’t have to eat barbecue, just have hot pot.”

Zhou Xiaotong gave him a strange look, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Feng Jun nodded leisurely, “Just remember to add plenty of chili.”

“Heh,” Zhou Xiaotong laughed coldly, “I don’t like heights. Actually, being short-sighted is pretty good.”

“Oh,” Feng Jun hummed noncommittally, taking a drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out, and took a swig of beer.

“I like to drink warmed yellow wine in winter,” Zhou Xiaotong took a seat, “Could you add another pair of chopsticks?”

You’ve already seated yourself, Feng Jun glanced at her with a smirk, “Help yourself, all the cups here are clean.”

Zhou Xiaotong looked at him, her face expressionless, “Indeed you’ve discovered it, you can hold your liquor.”

“My tolerance isn’t good,” Feng Jun downed another big gulp of beer, “it’s just that your people are too weak.”

Seeing that she actually sat down, Yuan Huapeng’s inner heir finally lost it, “Xiao Wang, go get some yellow wine.”

“No need, I have some in my car,” Zhou Xiaotong waved her hand dismissively and spoke indifferently, “Bring the car over.”

Two men stood and left, and soon a twelve-seater van pulled up, stopping on the open ground.

The van was well equipped, with yellow wine as well as an assortment of nuts and prepared foods.

Seeing she came prepared for a long haul, Yuan Huapeng felt a tingling in his scalp, “How did you find this place, were you tracking me?”

Zhou Xiaotong glanced at him, “You’re overthinking it, Brother Peng. You’re not my type, he is.”

“What’s the need for this?” Yuan Huapeng still didn’t want to fall out with her, “Do you like him so much you need to drug him?”

“Whether I drugged you, ask him,” Zhou Xiaotong tilted her chin slightly towards Feng Jun, “Would he care?”

“Of course, I care; even if the one drugging is a beauty,” Feng Jun replied nonchalantly, “Luckily, this is the capital city, you’re fortunate.”

“I think you would be flattered,” Zhou Xiaotong answered casually, “Not just anyone is worthy of being drugged by me… this proves you’re exceptional.”

“What I called ‘beauty’ refers only to gender,” Feng Jun never spoiled others’ vices.

He looked her up and down disdainfully and said, “Under a hundred pounds, either flat-chested or short… Do you weigh over a hundred?”

“You!” Zhou Xiaotong glared, eyes wide.

At one meter sixty-one, she weighed just ninety-two pounds, and though her front was reasonably endowed, her height truly was a disadvantage.

But the next moment, she started to laugh, “I’m rather curious, how did you escape yesterday?”

Feng Jun replied without lifting his head, “Your people are blind, that’s all.”

“I’m growing more interested in you,” Zhou Xiaotong gave him a slight smile. Against the backdrop of the snow, that smile appeared as if cast by a banished fairy, “If I can’t conquer you, my life won’t be complete.”

“I can understand how you’re feeling,” Feng Jun lit another cigarette, speaking casually, “but your life is already so lacking, it could never be perfect anyway, so why be so insistent?”

Zhou Xiaotong was truly angry this time, she slapped the table, “Feng Jun, you’re being too much!”

At this critical moment, Yuan Huapeng spoke up, “Xiaotong, if you want to drink, just drink nicely. Yesterday you drugged him, and today you’re still after him… I’ve never seen anyone bully others like this. Do you think your Peng bro is a vegetarian?”

He didn’t really want to provoke this girl, but if pushed too far, provoked he would be, as for the consequences… he’d deal with them later.

Of course, if it could be avoided, it was still best not to provoke her.

Zhou Xiaotong glanced at him, “You think you have the guts? Just try and touch me.”

“Tch,” Yuan Huapeng snorted disdainfully and lifted the beer bottle to his mouth, “As long as you don’t touch him… you can say I’m a coward.”

Zhou Xiaotong fell silent, she wasn’t afraid of Yuan Huapeng, but pushing too far would mean facing immediate losses.

She had only two men with her, while the other side had four. Even disregarding the chef, Master Feng considered himself a Martial World expert, so he couldn’t be too bad, could he?

After a moment of silence, she smiled coquettishly again, “Peng bro, Master Feng is the one who cured the Old Master, right?”

She wasn’t really there to find Feng Jun sincerely.

Yesterday she was teased, but where can’t you find handsome guys? Even if it’s a handsome guy skilled in Martial Arts, it’s all the same.

She was visiting a patient at a top-tier hospital.

Old Master Yuan had been in a coma for more than two months and had gone through an emergency rescue, yet miraculously woke up. It was quite a big deal in the hospital, and the doctors and nurses must have been feeling some awe: A case modern medicine couldn’t handle was cured by a wandering doctor?

How unlucky, this just happened to be overheard by Zhou Xiaotong.

For a moment, she was a bit confused: Yuan Zihao had become… a vegetable earlier?

If she hadn’t run into Yuan Huapeng and Feng Jun yesterday, she would have had no interest in this news—after all, it had little to do with her, and the Yuan Family’s stove had already gone cold.

But with yesterday’s grudge, of course she had to inquire about the details.

The hospital was actually trying to suppress this news, firstly because it was a bit embarrassing, and secondly, they didn’t want others following suit.

If patients started seeking random doctors for treatment, what would that lead to? There would be no order without rules.

And who would be responsible if something went wrong with those wandering doctors? Did the hospital’s reputation not matter?

But who was Zhou Xiaotong? Having a clue, she naturally followed the vine and found the melon.

Through various means of intimidation and temptation, she finally got hold of all the details.

Only then did Zhou Xiaotong realize that the master who had cured Yuan Zihao was actually the same guy who had played a trick on her.

Traditional Chinese Medicine? Feng Shui Master? Martial World expert? Her interest was piqued immediately.

So, where was the master? Zhou Xiaotong decided to inquire.

Since the Yuan Family hadn’t tried to conceal it, it was relatively easy for her to find the hotel—the place was not far from the hospital.

Upon arrival at the hotel, since the driver had gone to borrow the cooking equipment earlier, she learned that the master was in the garden barbecuing.

Zhou Xiaotong had effectively chased them down. Because it took some time to gather information, when she finally found them, it was already close to eight o’clock.

Yuan Huapeng was very surprised, how could Zhou Xiaotong have known that Master Feng helped cure his father—they didn’t have that kind of connection, did they?

Ideally, discovering such a powerful master should have brought honor to the Yuan Family, but unfortunately, Feng Jun had requested confidentiality right at the start of the treatment.

Yuan Huapeng didn’t like Zhou Xiaotong anyway, so he didn’t indulge her conversation, instead, he raised his drink and clinked bottles with Feng Jun, “Cheers!”

Before long, the yellow wine was also ready. Zhou Xiaotong quietly picked up a cup and clinked it with Feng Jun, “Cheers!”

Feng Jun drank heartily, but Zhou Xiaotong was much more reserved, drinking only half of her half-cup of yellow wine.

Feng Jun didn’t mind how much she drank. As he sipped his drink, he took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures of the snowy scene.

Yuan Huapeng clinked glasses with him again and, seeing him photographing the snow, suddenly remembered something, “What’s your Weibo account?”

Can’t you be less of a layman? Feng Jun glanced at him helplessly, “Just search for the nickname ‘Luo Hua Shijie18,’ with the 18 being Arabic numerals.”

“Oh,” Yuan Huapeng nodded, “I have a friend in media, I’ll ask them to share your Weibo.”

“You should follow first!” Zhou Xiaotong couldn’t hold back any longer. She rolled her eyes at him and then smiled at Feng Jun with a nod, “Luo Hua Shijie meets Jun? Hmm… this ID is quite low-key flirtatious.”

Feng Jun looked at her and said lazily, “It’s just for my own amusement, not breaking any laws.”

Zhou Xiaotong ignored him, gestured to her own followers with a nod, and grabbed a skewer of freshly grilled silkworm pupae, eating with big bites.

Her three followers, one in the car and the other two, a man and a woman, beside her, didn’t eat or drink, just sitting there obediently.

The female follower took out a mobile phone and after a few taps, she extended it towards Zhou Xiaotong, “There’s just one video.”

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