Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 79

“Wow, so it was Young Master Tang who asked Young Master Liu to deliver this gift! Sister Jun, you’re so lucky!”

“Yeah, this gift is so unique and precious…”

The crowd erupted in cheers, the atmosphere lively and excited.

Fu Lanjun beamed with joy, her face radiant with pride.

But Lu Biyao, who stood beside Fu Lanjun, let out a disdainful snort and shook her head in disappointment.

Having now seen the greater world, she realized that the wealthy young masters she once admired paled in comparison to Jiang Tian—they were nothing more than insignificant specks of dust, unworthy of her attention.

“Sister Jun, who is this…? She looks familiar!”

Noticing her disappointed expression, Liu Tianle was immediately drawn to this cold yet stunning girl.

Especially the unshakable melancholy between her brows—her aura bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Xueqing, the renowned beauty of Linzhou.

“This is Miss Lu Biyao from the Lu family, one of my closest friends. She’s incredibly impressive…”

Fu Lanjun enthusiastically introduced her, elevating Lu Biyao’s status.

“At such a young age, she manages assets worth hundreds of millions, with an annual growth rate of 20%. Truly remarkable!”

Hearing this, Liu Tianle couldn’t stop praising her.

He had seen Lu Biyao a few times before, but she had never been as breathtakingly beautiful as she was today.

“Zhao Xueqing is already married to that lunatic Jiang Tian—no point dwelling on her. Why not pursue Lu Biyao instead?”

Lost in thought, he was pulled by Fu Lanjun to sit next to Lu Biyao, making conversation easier.

“Miss Lu, I’ve looked into your company—it’s quite impressive…”

He subtly flaunted his own capabilities and status through their conversation, with Fu Lanjun chiming in to further elevate his grand, infallible image.

Unfortunately, Lu Biyao remained disinterested, her expression cold and unresponsive, leaving him puzzled and frustrated.

Her gaze drifted toward the entrance, as if she’d rather leave the birthday celebration altogether.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock. She shot to her feet, her voice trembling.

“J-Jiang Tian?! Why is he here?”

“Today’s his wife Zhao Xueqing’s birthday. He’s probably here to celebrate,” Fu Lanjun said dismissively.

Noticing Lu Biyao’s admiration and concern for Jiang Tian, Liu Tianle burned with jealousy. He curled his lip and shot Jiang Tian a scornful look.

“Isn’t that the Zhao family’s mad live-in son-in-law? Miss Lu, you know him?”

“Oh… yes, I do.”

Lu Biyao sat back down, her spirits dampened. Zhao Xueqing is here too—how can I even approach Jiang Tian?

Then, an idea struck her. She tugged at Fu Lanjun’s sleeve and pleaded,

“Sister Jun, you’re on good terms with the Zhao family, right? Can you take me to toast them? I don’t dare go alone…”

“What’s there to be afraid of? You think he’ll go crazy and hit someone?”

Fu Lanjun scoffed. “Hmph, he wouldn’t dare. This is the Celebrity Club—I’m the deputy chairwoman. If I say he leaves, he leaves!”

“I need to touch up my makeup!”

Flustered with excitement, Lu Biyao hurried off to the restroom. This time, I have to leave a good impression on Jiang Tian!

Watching her leave, Liu Tianle frowned, displeased.

“Young Master Liu, if you dislike Jiang Tian that much, I’ll just kick him out,” Fu Lanjun said lightly.

Zhao Xueqing was merely an ordinary member here, while she held real authority as the club’s deputy chairwoman. If she wanted him gone, he’d be gone.

“Him? Worth my dislike? He’s trash. Once Lu Biyao returns, I’ll deal with him myself.”

Liu Tianle smirked, oozing confidence.

The Confrontation

When Lu Biyao returned, she immediately pulled Fu Lanjun along. “Sister Jun, please come with me!”

Just as Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing took their seats, Liu Tianle approached with a wine glass, flanked by Fu Lanjun and Lu Biyao.

“Mr. Jiang, I heard today is Miss Xueqing’s birthday. Surely you didn’t come empty-handed?”

Liu Tianle looked down at Jiang Tian with disdain. What could a mad live-in son-in-law possibly offer as a gift?

“Do I know you?” Jiang Tian didn’t even glance at him. “And even if I came empty-handed, what’s it to you?”

“It’s nothing to me…”

Liu Tianle’s anger simmered. This guy doesn’t even recognize me, yet he dares to act so arrogantly? A true lunatic!

Suppressing his rage, he pointed at the mountain of gifts beside Fu Lanjun and sneered.

“Look at how many gifts Sister Jun received. Surely you wouldn’t let your wife feel inadequate?”

“That garbage?” Jiang Tian scoffed.

“This guy’s got a sharp tongue!”

His words instantly offended everyone present. Glares of fury shot toward him.

Even Fu Lanjun was annoyed. If others gave me garbage, does that mean you look down on me too?

“Garbage?”

Liu Tianle raised a hand, silencing the crowd. He was determined to humiliate this arrogant fool.

“Then Mr. Jiang must’ve prepared something truly precious for your beloved wife, no?”

“I have one item worth ten thousand taels of gold,” Jiang Tian said calmly. “And even if you had ten thousand taels, you still couldn’t obtain it.”

“What nonsense!”

“He’s full of hot air!”

“Why hasn’t lightning struck him yet?” The crowd erupted in mocking laughter.

“What treasure could possibly be that valuable? Why not show us country bumpkins?” Liu Tianle smirked.

Jiang Tian produced a white ape bone qin (a stringed instrument) and smiled.

“Xueqing, this bone qin—I made it myself. For you.”

“Doesn’t look special at all!”

The crowd scrutinized the qin, finding nothing extraordinary about its material or craftsmanship.

But Zhao Xueqing held it like a priceless treasure. “Husband, anything you give me is precious!”

“That ‘ancient’ qin looks brand new! Worth ten thousand gold? What a joke! Just a scammer!”

Liu Tianle shook his head in disdain.

Zhao Xueqing must have terrible taste—why else would she have rejected my advances back then?

“Do I know you? You’re like a buzzing fly—annoying. Get lost!” Jiang Tian’s voice turned icy.

Today was supposed to be about celebrating his wife’s birthday, yet this trash kept yapping.

“This guy’s got nerve, daring to insult Young Master Liu!”

“All talk, no brains. Does he want to die?”

“Arrogant fool! Liu’s gonna crush him!”

The crowd gasped, shocked by his audacity.

“Jiang Tian, in all my life, you’re the first to dare speak to me like this. I’ll make sure you understand the gap between us.”

Liu Tianle’s face twisted with fury. Being humiliated by this madman was the greatest insult of his life—unforgivable!

“J-Jiang Tian, it’s a misunderstanding! Young Master Liu just brought me here to toast you. No ill intent. Let me toast you in his place as an apology!”

Panicked, Lu Biyao tried to mediate, her voice trembling.

“You’re the one at fault here. What right do you have to apologize for him? Get lost.” Jiang Tian was beyond annoyed.

What kind of clowns are these, disturbing my peace?

Seeing Lu Biyao insulted, Liu Tianle stepped in to defend her pride.

“Jiang Tian, you worthless trash! Who gave you the confidence to disrespect us?”

Fu Lanjun, equally furious, snapped, “Jiang Tian, this is the Celebrity Club—not some place for you to act wild! Apologize to Young Master Liu and Miss Lu with three drinks, or I will make you pay!”

“Apologize? To him? Get out before I slap you silly.” Jiang Tian smirked.

“How dare you!”

Fu Lanjun’s face darkened. “Xueqing, control your mad husband! If you won’t, then I’ll have you both thrown out!”

“I’m a member here too. On what grounds?” Zhao Xueqing frowned.

“From this moment, as deputy chairwoman, I revoke your membership. Take your lunatic husband and get out!”

Fu Lanjun’s commanding tone left no room for argument.

“Hah! So this is Zhao Xueqing’s mad husband? No wonder he’s so arrogant!”

“Trash like him shouldn’t even be here! Throw him out!”

“Maybe he’s broke and came to steal!” The crowd jeered.

“Since Sister Jun said it, why aren’t you leaving? Need security to drag you out?”

No one stood up for Jiang Tian—only mocking laughter surrounded him.

Liu Tianle swirled his wine glass, triumphant.

“Jiang Tian, I told you—we’re not on the same level. You don’t deserve to challenge me.”

His eyes gleamed with malice. “If I say leave, you leave.”

“Get out!”

“Get out!”

The chants grew louder, the crowd reveling in the drama.

Even Zhao Qianru, usually bold, felt a chill. Jiang Tian knows Zhou Zhenghao, but even Zhou wouldn’t dare oppose Liu Tianle.

“Jiang Tian, don’t stoop to their level…” Only Zhao Xueqing remained calm, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“Hah. Kicking me out…”

Jiang Tian swirled his teacup, his gaze lowered, as if resigned.

Then—

“Who dares tell him to leave?!”

A sharp, commanding voice cut through the noise.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea.

A woman in a striking red evening gown strode forward. At 5’7” plus heels, she towered over most.

Her cold, regal beauty and piercing phoenix eyes exuded an aura of untouchable authority—dwarfing every other socialite in the room.

It was Tang Linglong.