"It’s you!"

Seeing Ye Luo, Ling Xiaofeng’s expression turned stiff, his eyes showing a trace of astonishment, followed by a frown as a hint of coldness flitted through his eyes.

"Hey, little uncle, what a coincidence!"

With a smile playing on his lips, Ye Luo stepped forward, greeting Ling Xiaofeng with an enthusiastic face.

"Young Master Ling, how does this guy get to call you little uncle?"

"I heard that Young Master Ling’s sister, one of Zhonghai’s twin marvels, Ling Qingya, has an engagement with the Ye Family’s young master. It’s not this kid, is it?"

"So this guy is the ruined eldest young master of the Ye Family, huh? He looks just like this."

At this moment, the group of young scions gathered around, each of them adopting a mocking and jeering demeanor after learning of Ye Luo’s identity, many eyes also laden with a trace of jealousy and resentment.

Clearly, they all harbored thoughts about Ling Qingya and were jealous that this fallen Ye Family young master had outsmarted them; their looks at Ye Luo were full of disdain and contempt.

"What are you doing here, still acting like you’re the big young master of the Ye Family? The car you’re driving was given by my grandfather. Aren’t you ashamed? I’m ashamed for you, that you still have the face to come to this Zixuan Club."

Ling Xiaofeng looked at Ye Luo with undisguised contempt in his voice, his eyes brimming with intense hatred. He clearly didn’t hold his future brother-in-law in high esteem.

He harbored resentment for being questioned by his grandfather at the Ling Family Manor because of this guy during their last encounter.

At the same time, the fact that his brother-in-law-to-be was a good-for-nothing made him feel humiliated, which is why he was not polite; he couldn’t wait for his sister to break off the engagement to Ye Luo, this useless fellow.

Looking at Ling Xiaofeng’s disdainful and mocking expression, Ye Luo’s smile did not fade but instead he calmly said, "No matter what you think, I’m destined to be your brother-in-law for life. Once I marry your sister, I’ll be sure to teach you, this disrespectful little uncle, a good lesson."

After speaking, Ye Luo directly headed into the Zixuan Clubhouse.

"Asshole!"

Ling Xiaofeng clenched his fists, snorting coldly, his face turning quite ugly.

"Sir, please present your membership card."

Just as Ye Luo was about to enter the clubhouse, two Hei Zi men at the door blocked his path, speaking with an indifferent expression.

"Nani, I need a membership card?"

Ye Luo was somewhat taken aback, not expecting that entering this club required a membership card. It was his first time at this place; he didn’t have any membership card.

"Hmph, you think you’re still the big young master of the Ye Family? You’re not allowed inside the Zixuan Club without a membership card. Better go back now and save yourself the embarrassment."

At that moment, Ling Xiaofeng, accompanied by the group of young lords, walked over, sneering. Then, Ling Xiaofeng and the others each took out a platinum membership card.

"Please come in, young masters!"

The two men in Hei Yi, seeing the membership cards in the hands of Ling Xiaofeng and the others, called out respectfully, their attitude entirely different.

The group of young lords looked at Ye Luo with even more intense mockery and derision.

Ye Luo touched his nose, wondering if he should call Du Tianhao, when a man in his thirties wearing a suit briskly walked out of the clubhouse, his face stern and an invisible aura of authority enveloping him.

"You’re Mr. Ye, right?"

The man in the suit walked up to Ye Luo quickly, addressing him with a respectful face.

"Yes, that’s me. What’s the matter?"

Ye Luo glanced at him.

"Mr. Ye Luo, hello, I am Secretary Du’s assistant, Secretary Du asked me to take you inside, he and the old master are waiting for you there," the man in the suit said with respectful demeanor and a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Oh, let’s go," Ye Luo said with indifference.

With the appearance of the man in the suit, the two guards in black at the entrance of the club did not stop him further, allowing Ye Luo to walk right in.

At this moment, Ling Xiaofeng and the group of young masters were all wearing expressions of utter astonishment, their gazes somewhat vacant.

"That... That seems to be the assistant from **," one young master barely articulated, his voice trembling.

"That’s right, didn’t he just say so? He’s Secretary Du’s assistant. Is there any other Secretary Du in Zhonghai?" another young master said, with eyes flashing with incredulous shock.

"This guy actually knows Secretary Du, and what’s more, Secretary Du even specially had his assistant come to greet him. How can this be possible?"

The group of young masters discussed animatedly, their eyes all shimmering with disbelief, while Ling Xiaofeng’s expression turned somewhat frozen, his eyes flashing with an unusual light.

"This club has a rather nice scenery!"

As Ye Luo entered the Zi Xuan Club, he observed the surrounding pavilions, bridges over flowing water, rockeries and fountains—a very beautiful scene indeed, imparting the feeling of a winding path leading to a quiet retreat. It was truly a very fine place.

Soon, Ye Luo followed the secretary into the inner part of the club, quickly arriving at a private room. The secretary opened the door to the room, looked at Ye Luo, and said, "Mr. Ye Luo, please."

Ye Luo entered the room, which was filled with an ancient charm. The furnishings all around were antiques, hundreds of years old, giving off an aura of antiquity.

In the center of the room was a round table made of Huali wood. Du Tianhao and his father, the elderly man from yesterday, sat there. As they saw Ye Luo come in, they both stood up.

"Mr. Ye Luo, you’ve arrived, please take a seat!"

With a smile on his lips, Du Tianhao looked at Ye Luo, displaying none of the official’s authority typical of someone in his position.

Without hesitation, Ye Luo walked to the table and sat down.

"Mr. Ye Luo, thank you for treating the old man yesterday. If not for you, I probably would have been blind from now on," the old man said with a smile.

"A medical practitioner should be benevolent. It’s what I should do," Ye Luo replied calmly.

"Regardless, I, Du Guoli, am extremely grateful to you."

"Alright, Dad, let’s eat first. Mr. Ye Luo, what would you like to eat? The Zi Xuan Club’s dishes are all former Imperial Palace recipes, very exquisite. You might want to try some," Du Tianhao said as he handed a menu to Ye Luo. At the same time, a young woman in a purple cheongsam walked in from outside the room—a beauty with fair skin and a tall figure.

And she was just a waitress of the Zi Xuan Club, making Ye Luo muse that the club really was impressive—to have such a tempting waitress.

Ye Luo casually ordered a few dishes, and they were served quickly. The presentation was indeed excellent, with some dishes being fully carved, which looked quite exquisite.

"Hmm, the taste is very good."

After tasting a bite, Ye Luo couldn’t help but exclaim at the flavor.