Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1781 - 0110: Aunt Su Mengyun 5

The Bao family had certainly blundered by sending him as their representative this time; standing next to Feng Haopeng, he appeared more like a hired bodyguard than a member of a prestigious family.

After a few quiet grumbles, Wang Yue joined the pair and began to converse.

Because they were from different generations, there wasn't much common ground to discuss. When the topic shifted to exchanging martial arts insights, Wang Yue was merely a fifteen-year-old boy, so he mostly remained silent and listened while Feng Haopeng and the other man spoke.

However, the lessons they imparted to Wang Yue were less about technical martial arts and more about practical wisdom for navigating the martial world—knowledge that often proves more valuable in reality than actual combat skills.

Observing the two of them share their expertise without reservation, Wang Yue mused to himself: The Elders were right when they said the bond between the Gusu Bao and Feng families and the three great families of Jinling was just as tight as the internal ties within the families themselves.

He felt a sense of relief that these two families lacked any suitable young men; otherwise, his sisters might have been pressured into marrying into them.

But then a second thought struck him: Wouldn't it be beneficial for his sisters to find good matches? Why was he viewing their absence as a stroke of luck?

The trio continued their discussion until midday, eventually sharing a meal together.

Shortly after lunch, the supplies the Wang family had organized for the summit were brought over—delivered personally by Li Menglan, Wang Yue’s private maid.

Wang Yue took the suitcase from her, then grasped her hand and said, "Sister Lan, come with me. I want to introduce you to two Elders."

He escorted her to stand before Feng Haopeng and the other man, introducing them by saying, "Sister Lan, this is Uncle Feng Haopeng and Uncle Bao Guo. This is my personal maid, Li Menglan, whom I refer to as Sister Lan."

"Li Menglan offers her greetings to Mr. Feng and Mr. Bao," she said with a respectful bow.

"There is no need for such ceremony," the two men replied, nodding in acknowledgment. It was obvious to them that Li Menglan was a woman of exceptional beauty and poise—it was no surprise she served as Wang Yue’s personal maid.

Furthermore, the familiar way they acted suggested their bond went far beyond the typical roles of master and servant.

Bao Guo, a man who spoke his mind plainly, didn't hesitate to say, "Little Wang Yue, I don't mean to be overly critical, but while everyone appreciates beauty and youth is the time for passion, you are only fifteen and still maturing.

Besides, getting distracted by romantic entanglements isn't helpful for those of us walking the path of martial arts. You should exercise some restraint."

"I appreciate the advice, Uncle Bao," Wang Yue replied with a grin. "But Sister Lan is a special case. Being with her actually accelerates my Cultivation speed."

Hearing this, Li Menglan’s cheeks flushed with deep embarrassment—while what the Young Master said was technically true, the way he phrased it was quite provocative.

Recalling the exquisite sensations they had shared that night, her heart raced with excitement. She even felt a hint of regret: perhaps waiting seven days was too long; meeting with the Young Master every three or five days might have been better.

Feng Haopeng and Bao Guo naturally doubted his claim, yet as Elders, they were reluctant to meddle too deeply in the love lives of the youth.

Furthermore, the Wang family maintained rigorous discipline, and Liu Ruoshi was known for her strictness. They felt certain that even if Wang Yue was being reckless, he wouldn't cross any serious lines, so they didn't push the matter further.

Once the introductions were finished, Wang Yue insisted that Li Menglan stay for the gathering. With his high status, bringing an extra person along was trivial.

This gesture was also his way of publicly acknowledging his bond with Li Menglan; after all, a mere maid would never normally be permitted to attend such a high-level event.

Having served the Wang family for seven years, Li Menglan was well-versed in their social dynamics. She immediately grasped the significance of Wang Yue’s request, and her eyes welled with emotion; she felt as though she could give her entire soul to her beloved Young Master right then and there.

Noticing it was nearly 2 p.m., the four of them headed to the top-floor banquet hall of the hotel, where the summit was scheduled to begin.

Normally, given their high standing, Wang Yue and his companions would have arrived last. However, as Su Mengyun had noted, martial artists aren't big on such formalities—the atmosphere was far more relaxed than a typical corporate event.

When they entered the hall, the Su and Chen families had yet to appear, but many smaller martial arts clans and rogue practitioners from Jinling and Gusu were already present.

Upon seeing representatives from the three major families arrive together, the crowd swarmed them to offer greetings before tactfully moving away.

In any social hierarchy, people naturally congregate in their own circles. If a practitioner at the Qi Refining stage tried to force their way into a circle of those at the Concentration stage, they would find they had nothing to talk about even if they were accepted.

If they ran into someone with a sharp tongue, they might even be mocked, leading to a humiliating loss of face.

Wang Yue, Feng Haoxiong, and Bao Er found a spot to sit down, while Li Menglan stood dutifully behind Wang Yue's chair. They engaged in light conversation.

"Ms. Su Mengyun of the Jinling Su family has arrived!" an announcer called out. The bustling banquet hall fell into an immediate hush as every eye turned toward the doorway.

A moment later, a stunning figure stepped through the entrance.

She wore the same black dress adorned with dark gold patterns, but seeing Su Mengyun in the flesh was far more overwhelming than seeing her in a picture.

As she moved with effortless grace, she commanded the room's attention, yet very few men possessed the courage to look her in the eye.

Poison!

That single word flashed through the minds of nearly everyone present, recalling the secret alias Jinling martial artists had given her.

The nickname carried a double meaning: it referred to her beauty, which was as intoxicating as a lethal toxin, and her formidable aura, which was so sharp it kept everyone at bay.

A true aura cannot be faked by simply acting cold.

At this moment, Su Mengyun wasn't wearing a frosty expression; she actually had a soft smile on her lips. Despite this, the crowd was still too intimidated to meet her gaze, as if she were a queen by birthright.

"It appears Mengyun’s presence has grown even more powerful in just a few months," Feng Haoxiong noted with respect. He was among the few who could look at her directly, his eyes remaining clear and devoid of any untoward lust.

His behavior was far superior to that of the little lecher Wang Yue—even though the woman approaching was his own aunt, his gaze was glued to her subtly bouncing chest. He looked like he was about to drool, which was truly embarrassing.

Su Mengyun walked straight toward Wang Yue’s group and greeted them warmly, "Brother Feng, Brother Bao."

"Greetings, Sister Mengyun," they answered with smiles.

"Auntie," Wang Yue said, standing up with a smirk.

"So you decided to show up," Su Mengyun said, her eyes briefly flickering to Li Menglan standing behind him. She leaned in close to his ear, her voice carried by a thread of spiritual energy so only he could hear: "You little brat, you're just as shameless as your father. Just wait until Xue Yan gets here; we'll see how she handles you!"

Wang Yue, however, didn't fully process her words. He was overwhelmed by her intoxicating scent, and because she was leaning in, her breasts were practically brushing against his chest. Luckily, Wang Yue had quick reflexes and managed to steady his mind, avoiding a very public embarrassment.

After delivering her warning, Su Mengyun pulled back and took a seat on a nearby sofa.

As the hosts of the summit, Wang Yue and the others had been swamped with greetings upon arrival. But now that Su Mengyun was seated, not a single martial artist dared to approach her—not because they lacked interest, but because they lacked the nerve.