The Young Urban Doctor Novel - Chapter 393

Chapter 393: Chapter 393 Reminder

Ouyang Feifei, however, didn’t mind and, as if she had anticipated Luo Ziling’s response, continued to say with a smile, “I’ll teach you.”

“I don’t have a knack for music,” Luo Ziling continued to decline, “I’ll step on your feet.”

“It’s okay,” Ouyang Feifei said as she stood up, “I’ll go say hello first, then come back and have a drink with you.”

With that, she stood up and drifted away, leaving only her intoxicating scent and a belly full of frustration for Luo Ziling.

“Boss, you’re too much. When such a beauty asks you to dance, you actually refuse; she’s willing to teach you, and you still dare to refuse. I really admire you,” Cao Jianhui said with an excited face, and full of righteous indignation, “Logically, a person like you should be a bachelor for life. But I know it’s because you’re handsome that beauties like to get close to you, but don’t always do things that bring us down. Do you know that what happened tonight has struck our innocent, young hearts a million times over, leaving them riddled with holes?”

The other female classmates, as well as Li Fuming and Wu Longjiang, looked at Luo Ziling with envy.

In the jealous eyes of Wu Longjiang and Li Fuming, there was also resentment. If it weren’t for the fact that they couldn’t beat Luo Ziling, they might have rushed up to beat him up by now to vent their frustration. What made them even more angry was that Luo Ziling still innocently muttered, “I really can’t dance.”

“The beauty’s willing to teach you,” Cao Jianhui felt like he was about to grind his teeth to bits.

Luo Ziling then said something that made people so angry they wanted to grab a knife and chop him: “Even if she teaches me, I won’t be able to learn, so it’s better not to learn at all.”

So, Cao Jianhui decided to ignore Luo Ziling; this guy was too deflating.

Luo Ziling’s eyes also followed Ouyang Feifei’s direction, only to see Ouyang Feifei standing and talking with those dandified young masters. All of these young masters had also stood up, crowding around Ouyang Feifei.

Their presence was more commanding than that of ordinary people, something everyone felt, but standing next to Ouyang Feifei, their presence seemed to vanish, with Ouyang Feifei becoming their center.

Luo Ziling couldn’t hear what they were saying, but could see Ouyang Feifei standing gracefully, speaking to each person with a face that was expressionless, cool as usual.

The others all had smiles on their faces, only Yang Qingye seemed reluctant to deal much with Ouyang Feifei, standing a little further away.

As Ouyang Feifei chatted with the group of dandies, Ouyang Huihui came over and sat down next to Luo Ziling.

Her arrival brought another wave of fragrant breeze, as well as the envy, jealousy, and hatred of Cao Jianhui and others.

“Ziling, dinner will be served soon, Western food. You should like it, right? If not, you can ask them to bring Chinese food instead. However, the steak here is quite good, and the desserts are famous,” Ouyang Huihui said with a sweet smile, softly speaking to Luo Ziling, then brought up the dance, “We booked such a big venue today so that everyone could dance. Later, I’ll ask you for a dance. How about it? You can’t refuse because today I call the shots.”

Ouyang Huihui’s voice wasn’t loud, but the other classmates sitting not far from Luo Ziling heard her.

Hearing that Ouyang Huihui also asked Luo Ziling to dance, the other guys all pricked up their ears to listen, eager to know how Luo Ziling would respond.

“But I really can’t dance,” Luo Ziling replied with another sentence that was quite embarrassing for Ouyang Huihui and made the other classmates very upset.

Ouyang Huihui didn’t mind at all and laughed as she said again, “No problem, I’ll teach you. I’m actually quite good at dancing.”

Cao Jianhui and the others continued to listen intently, wanting to know if Luo Ziling would refuse Ouyang Huihui’s invitation in the same manner he had turned down Ouyang Feifei. They weren’t surprised when Luo Ziling continued in the same tone, rejecting Ouyang Huihui’s advances: “I wouldn’t be able to learn, and I might step on your feet. Better not to learn.”

Finally, Cao Jianhui couldn’t hold back anymore. Before a disheartened Ouyang Huihui could reply, he roared at Luo Ziling, “Boss, it’s really rude to refuse a girl’s invitation to dance. Dancing is just stepping to the beat of the music, if you refuse again, we’ll beat you up.”

Li Fuming, unable to tolerate it any longer, also roared at Luo Ziling, “If you dare to refuse Huihui’s invitation again, we’ll denounce our brotherhood with you.”

Owing to the “chivalry” of Cao Jianhui and Li Fuming, Ouyang Huihui’s affection for them increased considerably, and she unexpectedly gave them a smile.

“It’s okay; I’ll teach you in a bit. I’m going to talk to them first,” said Ouyang Huihui, seizing the moment, as she stood up and walked toward where Ouyang Feifei was standing.

Soon, the two sisters were surrounded by the dandy young masters.

At that moment, dinner was served, and indeed it was Western cuisine: a steaming hot steak.

Seeing the steaming steak, Cao Jianhui, whose stomach was already flattened by hunger, wolfed it down like a hungry wolf upon a sheep.

Luo Ziling had not properly eaten Western food before and didn’t know how to use the cutlery. In the end, he could only resignedly lift up a half-sliced piece of steak with his fork and eat it bit by bit, astonishing Cao Jianhui and the others into a stunned silence.

Yang Qingye came over, not willing to stand with the Ouyang sisters, and after leaving that little group, he sat down next to Luo Ziling. Then, with earnest concern, he explained to Luo Ziling how to use the knife and fork, leaving Luo Ziling thoroughly embarrassed.

Yang Qingye had the waiter bring his dinner over to Luo Ziling’s side, sitting with him and patiently explaining the dining etiquette and mannerisms of Western cuisine. However, before he could finish, Luo Ziling had already devoured his meal completely, eating the steak at a pace that left the normally elegant and gentlemanly Yang Qingye in shock.

“Did my sister send you a message?” Yang Qingye asked in a soft voice while cutting a small piece of steak and putting it in his mouth.

“Did you tell her I came to Ouyang Huihui’s birthday party?” Luo Ziling asked, instantly on guard.

“Of course,” Yang Qingye nodded without hesitation and said, “I told her and even took a photo of you. Hehe!”

Luo Ziling took out his phone, checked it, but found no messages from Yang Qingyin, then put the phone back in his pocket.

“Brother-in-law, I haven’t added you on WeChat yet. Let’s add each other,” Yang Qingye said, showing his WeChat QR code for Luo Ziling to scan.

After some thought, Luo Ziling decided to add Yang Qingye’s WeChat.

While adding him on WeChat, Yang Qingye leaned close to his ear and whispered a reminder, “Brother-in-law, Fang Dongxun is trying to pursue my sister, and the other guys are also interested in her. You should be worried about their retaliation. Especially be wary of my cousin Wu Zhongning; if he finds out about you, he will definitely do something excessive. I’ll explain the specific reasons to you later.”