Chapter 223: Chapter 223 People from Small Places Really Have No Quality
After tidying up the kitchen, Yang Fei headed upstairs.
Qin Yanyang and Yang Wen were watching a movie.
Seeing how engrossed they were, Yang Fei couldn’t help but crack a smile.
"I’m stepping out for a bit," Yang Fei said to Qin Yanyang.
Qin Yanyang seemed to understand what he was about to do, and blinked as she said, "Remember what I told you, don’t be too impulsive, be more tolerant and forgiving."
Yang Fei said with a smile, "Yeah, wife’s words are imperial edicts, I’ve got it."
Yang Wen couldn’t help but laugh, "Bro, you are so submissive in front of sister-in-law."
Yang Fei feigned anger, "Bro isn’t being submissive, it’s respect and love for your sister-in-law."
Yang Wen laughed heartily, and Qin Yanyang also beamed with a radiant smile.
Getting in his car, Yang Fei made a beeline for the hotel Liu Yan had mentioned.
On his way to the hotel where Li Xiaoji and the others were staying, Li Xuantong was so infuriated by what his son said over the phone that he was seething with rage.
Li Wenjun thought it was a minor issue for Yang Fei to bring his sister to apologize to Li Xiaoji, and knowing his father placed great value on Yang Fei, a young man with impressive medical skills, he saw it as an opportunity to show off.
So, he explained the pros and cons over the phone, saying the matter was tied to whether Binhai University could receive a billion yuan in funding and also related to Yang Fei’s personal safety, as the other party was the scion of Korea’s Li Family’s Financial Group, a person not someone the Yang siblings could afford to offend.
From his standpoint, Li Wenjun thought he was being kind-hearted, but he had no idea that in his father’s eyes, Yang Fei’s status was much higher than that worthless Li Family’s scion, even higher than that of his own biological son.
So, after explaining the situation, the response he got from his father was not gratitude or praise but instead a fierce reprimand, getting scolded as a traitor and a sellout!
Although Li Wenjun hung up the phone, his face was still dumbfounded.
How did I become a traitor and a sellout?
What has that got to do with anything?
I was trying to be kind, not wanting you, old man, to see a talent in the medical field getting ruined, alright.
You don’t appreciate it, fine, but to actually scold me, who exactly is your son then?
On the other side, after berating his son, Li Xuantong immediately scrolled through his contacts to dial Yang Fei’s number.
Yang Fei was driving, having just left Binjiang Garden not far behind, when he saw the call from Li Xuantong and immediately answered.
"Mr. Yang, that idiot daughter-in-law of mine didn’t offend you, did she? Please don’t stoop to her level, that fool has neither talent nor virtue. My worthless son was blind to have taken a fancy to her back then," Li Xuantong started off by venting to Yang Fei about his son and daughter-in-law.
Yang Fei chuckled upon hearing this and said, "Old Li, rest assured, I know that this incident has nothing to do with you, and as for your son and daughter-in-law I won’t hold it against them out of respect for you."
He wasn’t just being polite; he meant what he said.
Yang Fei had a lot of respect for Li Xuantong, so out of consideration for him, he definitely wouldn’t nitpick over his son and daughter-in-law’s behavior. He understood these social graces.
Of course, his not holding a grudge didn’t mean he would let them off easy; it just meant he wouldn’t start throwing punches.
"It’s good you’re not angry. And don’t worry about saving face for them on my account. Bowing before foreigners and groveling is something we despise. Being descendants of Yanhuang, we should have integrity," Li Xuantong said.
Yang Fei nodded and replied, "Yeah, I know, don’t worry, Old Li."
"Sigh, I just hope that that idiot’s behavior won’t affect how you see me. It’s not easy for an old man like me to make a friend like you. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us," Li Xuantong said earnestly.
Yang Fei was somewhat moved in his heart.
The two could be said to be friends despite their age difference.
Initially, when he first arrived at Binhai, Yang Fei thought that with his international medical qualification, it would be easy to find a job in a big city like Binhai; however, he didn’t expect that the situation at home was completely different from abroad, and without connections, it was impossible to get a job in a formal hospital.
It was Li Xuantong who had taken a fancy to him right away and offered him a very generous salary package. He remembered this act of kindness.
At the same time, having worked with Li Xuantong for so long, he deeply admired the old man’s character and medical skills, truly a model of virtue and skill in the medical field in China.
So, hearing Li Xuantong’s words, Yang Fei was moved and hastily said, "Old Li, you shouldn’t be saying that. Although we have not known each other for long, we are friends who share our hearts, and our relationship will not change for any reason."
"Hahaha, with that I can rest easy. Right, if Binhai University pressures your sister, tell her not to bow her head as well, right is right—how can she apologize to someone else, moreover a foreigner? It’s too demeaning for the image of the descendants of Yanhuang. If she really gets punished by the school, I’ll phone her and use my connections to resolve it. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll transfer schools; such a school is not worth pining over," Li Xuantong laughed heartily and said to Yang Fei.
Yang Fei expressed his gratitude, "Mhm, don’t worry, Old Li, my sister and I definitely will not disgrace our countrymen."
"Good, I know you are a capable fellow, you can handle it yourself. Just let me know if you need anything," Li Xuantong said.
Yang Fei thanked him, and the two chatted for a bit before hanging up the phone.
Half an hour later, Yang Fei arrived at the upscale restaurant where Li Xiaoji and Ning Xiaodong were dining together.
Following the location of the private room given by Liu Yan over the phone, Yang Fei sought it out and was about to knock when the door was opened.
Two towering and sturdy men in black suits stood before him, their eyes flashing with a sharp elite glint as they stared at Yang Fei.
These were Li Xiaoji’s personal bodyguards.
As Yang Fei approached, they sensed an inexplicable danger even through the door and opened it to check the situation.
Now, both of them were eyeing Yang Fei with a piercing gaze, constantly sizing him up.
A thought flickered through Yang Fei’s mind.
These two had a sharp look in their eyes; they were indeed martial artists.
Martial arts is not unique to the Divine Continent; every country in the world has its cultivation masters and even some with special abilities.
Having struggled abroad for many years, Yang Fei had seen quite a few people with special abilities.
The fact that these two could make the current Yang Fei sense a hint of danger showed that their strength was not weak.
However, it was also understandable; as the son of Korea’s most elite aristocratic family, the bodyguard protectors following Li Xiaoji were naturally not weak.
Under the gaze of the two men, Yang Fei remained composed, his mouth still holding the unfinished cigarette.
"Li Xiaoji is here, right?" Yang Fei spoke first before the two men could say anything.
Of the people in the private room, only Ning Xiaodong had seen Yang Fei before. He immediately stood up and said with a grin, "Yang Fei, good you know to come to apologize."
As he spoke, he glanced a few times behind Yang Fei, then suddenly furrowed his brow and asked, "Where is your sister? Why didn’t she come? It was she who hit Young Master Li Xiaoji; her absence renders your apology meaningless, doesn’t it?"
Yang Fei frowned, why was this annoying guy everywhere?
He paid no attention to Ning Xiaodong, scanning the private room with a glance, his eyes settling on Li Xiaoji, "You must be Li Xiaoji?"
Before Li Xiaoji could answer, Liu Yan stood up with a cold face, staring at Yang Fei and said, "You must be Yang Fei? You don’t even know to greet me and Wenjun upon seeing us. Are you that rude? No wonder your sister, a young girl, could do something like slapping an international friend. It’s truly like sister, like brother—people from small places really lack quality!"