Rebirth: She is Ready for a Counterattack!-Chapter 326 - 325: May I Be of Service? (20+)

Feng Qingyang smiled as he looked at the girl below, still with such a calm smile, as if Guan Meiqi’s words just now didn’t affect her at all.

Her gaze was tranquil, her hands and feet showed not a hint of panic, as if the challenge was meant for someone else.

It seemed like it wasn’t her own life that was at stake.

Too calm.

"Didn’t Han Xiao call today, saying a friend needed my help? Apparently, this woman is Fang Shaohan’s woman. I thought Han Xiao was joking. So I told him, if she’s Fang Shaohan’s woman, she should have the capability to find me, so I gave him this address," Feng Qingyang whispered to the host beside him, as Gu Xiaoqing put down the dart in her hand.

Qu Yang was stunned for a moment, and his heart couldn’t help but feel light and buoyant.

I knew it, I knew it.

She’s not the kind of woman who loves vanity.

Look at my insight; how could the goddess in my heart be that kind of person?

Feeling a bit triumphant, he asked, "So, does that mean Fang Shaohan is so lucky to find such a woman who can disdain others?"

He Zixu asked in surprise, "Fang Shaohan’s woman, even that monster has a woman he likes, and there are women who like him?"

He pointed downstairs.

They all seemed a bit struck by this news.

Feng Qingyang chuckled, gently rotated the bones in his neck making a creaking sound, his interest piqued as if he were a hunter spotting prey, "Yes, I didn’t expect it either. I think what Miss Gu did to make such a big splash was to find me, which really has a bit of Fang Shaohan’s style—making a grand entrance just to find me. This girl is clever."

Qu Yang suddenly felt a bit of a chill from Feng Qingyang’s demeanor, wondering if things were as he thought.

"Boss Feng, are you still holding a grudge against Fang Shaohan?"

Feng Qingyang abruptly turned his head, his gaze as sharp as an eagle’s, so sharp it seemed predatory.

"What are you trying to say?"

He Zixu leisurely picked up a wine glass, poured red wine into the empty cup, and handed it to Qu Yang and Feng Qingyang, answering for Qu Yang, "What he’s trying to say is, you clearly have your sights set on Miss Gu downstairs. Our idea is that you still hold a grudge over what happened back then and want to use Miss Gu’s hand to get revenge."

Completely ignoring Feng Qingyang’s gaze, he spoke with such ease and sincerity.

Feng Qingyang laughed lightly, pointing to Gu Xiaoqing below, saying, "It’s not about what I want to do; she came to find me by herself. I’m just helping a friend."

Qu Yang snorted, "Is this how you help? Just stand by and watch Fang Shaohan’s woman get sent to prison, or beg on her knees?"

He extremely disliked Feng Qingyang discussing Gu Xiaoqing in such a way.

Gu Xiaoqing was the goddess in his heart, beyond reproach.

Feng Qingyang shook his head and waggled a finger, "Come on, let’s go down and meet her, after all, the girl came all the way here, and it would be insincere not to show up—it would be too heartless to a friend’s woman."

Then he put down his wine glass and took the lead out the door, heading directly downstairs.

Qu Yang and He Zixu were eager to join in on the excitement and quickly followed him down.

The three of them walked onto the stage in the courtyard’s center.

There were already many onlookers here, all waiting to see what Gu Xiaoqing would do.

After all, things had developed to this point—it was either win or lose.

The difficulty of this challenge was so high that even a master acrobat would find it daunting and not able to complete it easily.

Let alone a girl of her age.

The manner of defeat was selective.

How to lose?

Will she lose to Guan Meiqi, the eldest lady of the Guan Family, or will it result in a life-and-death scenario?

This shouldn’t be a suspenseful question.

Almost everyone was holding their breath, waiting for Gu Xiaoqing to kneel and beg for mercy.

This seemed like a foregone conclusion.

The arrival of Feng Qingyang, Qu Yang, and He Zixu drew a lot of attention, as the appearance of such handsome men, all of whom were recognizable and part of the same circle, was notable.

The renowned three princes all showing up here, giving face to the event, was considered an honor by many.

Of course, many people speculated about the connections between the three princes and the girl in front of them.

Even a fool could see these three were here because of the girl.

Their purpose was clear.

Gu Xiaoqing did not look at the crowd in front of her. Though a path had opened up among them, with three uniquely handsome men standing before her, she showed no panic, maintaining her composure.

The host glanced at He Zixu, wondering what his boss meant by coming out here.

Feng Qingyang looked at Gu Xiaoqing and said, "Hello, I’m Feng Qingyang."

Gu Xiaoqing looked up, carefully scrutinizing Feng Qingyang, "So you’re Feng Qingyang. Sorry, I’m very busy right now. Can we talk after I’m done?"

Feng Qingyang lifted the corners of his mouth into a smile, "It’s my honor. Miss Gu, please continue. I can wait, no rush."

With his arms crossed, he stood aside, ready to observe leisurely.

Qu Yang and He Zixu were speechless; since the main character had nothing to say, what could they say?

Qu Yang wanted to intervene, but unfortunately, Gu Xiaoqing completely ignored him, turning to the host after finishing her conversation with Feng Qingyang.

She extended her hand.

The host was dumbfounded.

What does this mean?

"Miss Gu, you are...?"

"A blindfold or scarf, isn’t it a blind throw?"

Gu Xiaoqing asked, puzzled.

The host and all the people around were frozen.

In their hearts, there was only one thought: Is this girl courageous and skilled, or is she just fearless due to ignorance?

Seeing the host standing still, Gu Xiaoqing asked, confused, "What’s wrong?"

Thinking she had asked a problematic question.

The host quickly returned to his senses and instructed the service personnel nearby to bring the equipment.

The person involved wasn’t concerned, so they had no reason not to assist.

A white silk ribbon was brought on a tray.

A bulky man had already been tied to the spinning target board in the distance, his limbs spread out in a large shape fixed there.

Someone was constantly measuring the distance, making final preparations.

The man’s face was evidently pale, and his hands and feet trembled slightly.

It was evident he was being forced into this.

Feng Qingyang stepped forward, picked up the ribbon from the tray, and walked over to Gu Xiaoqing.

"May I serve you?"

Gu Xiaoqing nodded.

A pair of well-defined hands placed the white ribbon over Gu Xiaoqing’s eyes, and the faint scent of cologne wafted past Gu Xiaoqing’s nose, burying everything in darkness.