The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1328: Weak Uncle

Downstairs, a group of trust fund kids saw Long Fei’s family descend and immediately swarmed around them.

Lin Yingying raised her eyebrows, her face showing a hint of surprise. Anyone who didn’t know better might have thought Long Fei had fans here.

The leader of the group happened to be Lin Yingying’s cousin.

Decked out in a crisp suit while holding a wine glass, he looked smug as he asked Long Fei, "So, you’re the great son-in-law of the Lin Family?"

"What’s your business?"

Long Fei’s expression remained calm, but he caught a flicker of provocation in the man’s eyes.

Lin Yingying quickly tried to lighten the mood. She turned to her cousin and scolded, "Yu Wei, don’t you have better things to do?"

Yu Wei sipped his wine and chuckled lightly. "Cousin, what are you saying? Today’s an exceptional chance to meet your husband. Can’t I enjoy a little chat with him?"

Other young men chimed in, "Yingying, you go take care of the ladies—us guys just want to get to know your husband!"

"Yeah, we didn’t get a chance to talk at the wedding. You can’t keep shielding your man every time, now can you?"

"Lin, don’t think you can marry your husband and forget about us relatives!"

"Sis, let the men have their talk. Come, let’s grab a drink over there!"

One of the other women stepped in to help and hooked her arm around Lin Yingying’s elbow, pulling her away.

Lin Yingying frowned with concern and quickly threw Long Fei a look.

She wasn’t worried about him getting hurt—she was worried about him beating up her relatives.

Long Fei smirked, patted Little Kirin’s head, and told him to run off and play.

He walked with the group of men to a quiet corner, then asked, "Alright, what do you guys want to talk about?"

Yu Wei sneered, "I heard you used to work as a security guard for Lin’s Group?"

The other young men twitched with excitement, their eyes lighting up as if they’d found the perfect insult.

Long Fei answered calmly, "Yes, I worked as a security guard for a while. Any issues with that?"

"He actually admits it?"

"Wow, look at that thick skin!"

"You’d need skin like that to marry our CEO, wouldn’t you?"

The young men burst into laughter, their voices ringing out obnoxiously.

Yu Wei chuckled disdainfully. "You’re quite truthful, but tell me—what prestigious school did you graduate from?"

"Does it matter?"

Long Fei found the conversation dull. He knew they were just circling around, looking for ways to insult him without getting straight to the point.

One of the young men shouted, "Of course it matters! Do you know where Yu Wei graduated from? Southeast International College in London, majoring in Chinese Language Studies for his master’s degree. What about you? What school? What degree?"

Long Fei casually motioned for the waiter and took a glass of red wine from the tray. After a sip, he replied, "Graduated from Suburb County No.2 Middle School. High school diploma."

"Holy crap! He actually said it!"

"Suburb County No.2 Middle School? Never even heard of it!"

"Who even brags about a no-name school like that?"

"..."

The group erupted in howling laughter, as if Long Fei had told the punchline to an absurd joke.

Among them, even the least accomplished were graduates of Binhai University; most had returned after studying abroad.

Each one decked out in name-brand attire, strutting around as if they were gentlemen.

Unlike Long Fei, who wore a jacket and T-shirt above, jeans and sneakers below—the outfit of a delivery guy.

He looked at them directly and said, "If you’ve got something to say, just say it. Stop beating around the bush; I don’t waste my time talking trash with people like you."

His voice was soft, but every single man in the crowd heard him loud and clear.

Immediately, they blew up. "What did you just say? Trash?"

"Country bumpkin is throwing insults now, calling us trash?"

"Who the hell are you? You think you’re some kind of miracle son-in-law of the Lin Family?"

"Bumpkin, I demand you apologize to us immediately!"

"..."

Yu Wei glared furiously, his eyes ablaze with anger. He didn’t expect Long Fei to have such audacity, daring to call them out directly.

Yu Wei snarled at Long Fei, "Our family’s patriarch must have lost his mind, letting an uneducated country bumpkin take over Lin’s Group. What qualifies you to run such a massive enterprise? Riding on your wife’s coattails? Planning to rename Lin’s Group after your own surname? Let me tell you—over my dead body!"

Long Fei stared straight at him and suddenly started laughing. "You people are a joke. A bunch of parasites, clinging to the shade of Lin’s Group’s massive tree, living off scraps while pretending to be its backbone. The old patriarch only pitied you and gave you some crumbs, yet you truly imagine yourselves as key players in Lin’s Group?"

He turned to Yu Wei and said, "You claim you graduated from Southeast International College? A diploma mill, and yet you dare flaunt it? You think you’re on the same level as Cambridge or Oxford grads? The name sounds fancy, sure, but tell me—what famous alumni has your school produced? You majored in Chinese Language in England—don’t you feel embarrassed?"

Yu Wei flushed red, thoroughly humiliated by such direct barbs. He looked ready to throw punches, unused to being called out so bluntly.

Long Fei pointed to the other young men with utter disdain. "Now, all of you—step up and name-drop your schools. Let’s see how many of you graduated from Ivy League universities, or even a halfway decent place overseas. Aren’t you just gilding yourselves with your daddy’s credit cards? Find whatever diploma mill will take you in and come back calling yourself elites? You dare call yourselves global scholars?"

The group exploded in rage, shouting at Long Fei in unison, "What’s wrong with diploma mills? They’re still foreign schools, aren’t they? And you—from Suburb County No.2 Middle School—what gives you the right to strut around making demands?"

"So what if we depend on our parents? We have the ability—jealous much?"

"A hen trying to climb a tree, you really think you’re a phoenix now?"

"Security guard boy, don’t worry—we’ve already united Lin’s shareholders against you. We’re moving to strip you of all company positions. Soon enough, you’ll be back to living off your wife!"

"..."

Yu Wei raised his hand to quiet everyone down, glaring coldly at Long Fei. "Apologize to us right now, or you’re not leaving this place tonight!"

"What? Couldn’t win the verbal fight, so now you want a physical one?"

Long Fei smiled faintly, watching them as if they were ants taunting an elephant.

If they weren’t Lin Yingying’s relatives, they’d have already left here in body bags.

Yu Wei shrugged off his suit jacket, cracking his neck. "That’s right. I’m challenging you. Let me see what your security guard skills can do against me!"

He tossed out a few flashy punches, mimicking the moves of a cocky boxer.

The display got rounds of applause from the other young men, who egged Yu Wei on to teach Long Fei a lesson.

Long Fei looked at him calmly and said, "You’re weak. Even if you trained for a thousand years, you wouldn’t be worthy to fight me."

"Stop blowing hot air. If you’re all talk, show me what you’ve got!"

Yu Wei grinned smugly and beckoned at Long Fei to engage, bouncing erratically on his feet like a monkey.

Long Fei waved Little Kirin over. "Son, come here for a moment!"

Little Kirin waddled over, still clutching a greasy chicken drumstick. "What’s up, Dad?"

Long Fei patted him on the head and said, "Go play with this weakling uncle over here. Let him have three moves first—don’t let him lose too badly."

Little Kirin widened his eyes, whispering, "But Mom hates when I fight."

Long Fei chuckled. "It’s alright—Dad approves. If Mom gets mad, I’ll take the blame."

"Alrighty!"

Little Kirin’s face lit up with excitement. He scarfed down the rest of the drumstick, bones included.

He wiped his hands on his clothes and pointed at Yu Wei. "Weakling Uncle—don’t blame me later!"

Tiny Little Kirin, barely taller than Yu Wei’s legs, stepped forward with a cocky grin, his expression eerily resembling Long Fei’s mischievous smirk.

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