From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 742 - Chapter 742: 381 Good Show

Chapter 742: 381 Good Show

“Your nephew is certainly filial.”

Ran Gong’s heart skipped a beat as he looked unconsciously at the person shrouded in shadow, unable to see their face, only the white skirt under their coat, which had an indescribable elegance in this bustling nightclub.

“Nephew?”

He had a guess in his heart but dared not confirm it for the time being.

The person sat in the shadows, quiet and unassuming, yet exuding a powerful pressure.

“That’s your so-called ignorant little aunt,” Zheng Qing’s eyes gleamed with mischievous excitement as he enjoyed the myriad expressions on Ran Gong’s face.

Ran Gong’s face first showed shock, then joy as he hurried forward two steps: “Is it really my little aunt?”

Zheng Qing stretched out a long leg, perfectly blocking Ran Gong’s advance.

“Hold on, do you think you can just see your little aunt whenever you want?”

Ran Gong frowned, “Little aunt, what are you doing here? Does Master Xiao know?”

This place was not suitable for a proper young lady.

“I came to find someone,” a gentle, cool voice emerged from the shadows, like a spring breeze.

“Looking for someone? May I ask who Little Aunt is looking for? I have some connections in this bar, you can tell me and I’ll help you find them.”

“Dong Jiahe, she used to be a singer here.”

Ran Gong gestured for his men, “Go find a singer named Dong Jiahe.”

He bowed respectfully and said, “Little aunt, please wait patiently, the result will come soon.”

Zhang Zhao had been watching Zheng Qing’s table intently, seeing Ran Gong walk over and exchange a few words before becoming obsequious, his brow furrowed even deeper.

Ran Gong was a regular here, even Aunt Hong gave him some face, his surname alone was enough to make him unbridled in Jiangzhou, let alone a small nightclub.

But were there people he feared?

He looked closely, realizing that it wasn’t Zheng Qing he was wary of, but rather the young girl whose face couldn’t be seen in the shadows.

Who could she be?

Does Jiangzhou have such a notable character?

For ordinary people, the Rans might be distant, but the Jiangzhou upper class knew of them, especially those who frequented bars and casinos, they viewed the Rans as a sacred and awe-inspiring presence.

Although Ran Gong was not a core figure of the Rans, his surname alone was enough to earn their respect.

This was the influence of the long-established local power in Jiangzhou.

Wan Xiang walked over with a wine glass, “Why waste so much time talking to him? Just simply teach this colorblind fool a lesson.”

He had always disliked this brat, now influenced by the alcohol.

“Brother Wan….” Ran Gong desperately tried to signal him.

“What’s the matter with you, kid? Having a nervous breakdown?” Wan Xiang stepped on the coffee table in front of Zheng Qing, pointing at him.

“You may be arrogant, but even if you were a dragon, you’d still have to coil around me.”

Wan Xiang poured wine on his shiny leather shoes, a malicious smile on his face.

“Sir, my shoes are dirty, help me clean them, and I won’t pursue this matter.”

Everyone was waiting for the show to unfold.

Aunt Hong tried to remain neutral, not wanting to be the villain, but Wan Xiang was a tough character, the current master of Zhuque Hall, with only Master Xiao above him.

If he was determined to make someone miserable, that person would be in deep trouble.

Ran Gong hesitated to speak.

Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow, “Did I hear you right? You want this young master to polish your shoes?”

Wan Xiang pointed at himself, “Do you know who I am?”

“Even if Ran Tengxiao himself was here, he wouldn’t dare to speak to me like that. What do you think you are?”

Everyone was stunned by the arrogance in Zheng Qing’s words, daring to mention Master Xiao so openly, utterly outrageous.

Ran Tengxiao again!

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Wan Xiang’s eyes, and a sinister smile emerged.

He pointed at the wine stain on his leather shoes, “Paper won’t clean it, you’ll have to use your tongue.”

Zheng Qing turned his neck, “There’s still a chance for you to apologize now.”

Wan Xiang laughed, “Don’t refuse to toast, only to drink a forfeit.”

Before Wan Xiang could finish, Zheng Qing suddenly sprang up, kicking Wan Xiang in the chest. Wan Xiang had a robust build, weighing at least 170-180 pounds, while Zheng Qing seemed slightly frail. Comparing their physiques, two Zheng Qings might not even equal one Wan Xiang.

Yet, astonishingly, this frail young man casually kicked a large man several times his size and sent him flying.