He Jin, seeing that Xia Feng had revealed his identity, felt a surge of curiosity.
Xia Feng saying this could only mean he was either genuinely impressive or putting on a show for his sister. After all, women's perspectives differed from men's. Many men tended to inflate their own importance to please women.
“You don’t need to inquire about my identity. If there’s an opportunity, you’ll find out,” Xia Feng replied with a smile, shaking his head.
The more Xia Feng acted this way, the more suspicious He Jin became. He even suspected Xia Feng was a con artist preying on naive young women. His sister He Yun and Du Shihan, both lacking romantic experience, were prime targets for deception. Despite their usual aloofness, when it came to relationships, they were no match for him.
From the very beginning, He Jin had been suspicious of Xia Feng. His sister wasn't the type to be blinded by love and do something as impulsive as this. Someone who had never ridden a motorcycle challenging a professional racer was, even a three-year-old could tell, utter nonsense. It was a clear attempt to impress women and capture their attention. He Jin hadn't dared to speak up in front of He Yun earlier, so he'd seized this chance to pull Xia Feng aside, intending to expose his pretense.
Before He Jin could even ask, Xia Feng had already given himself away. Talking about his identity, no less. What sort of identity did he even have?
“Bro, we’re both men, so stop pretending. Whether it’s my sister or Du Shihan, they are both exceptional beauties. Wanting to sleep with them is a natural male impulse, but if you try to deceive them, I’ll break your legs.”
“You can put on airs of being profound or put on a show in front of them, and I might let it slide. But you think you can escape my notice? DAFENG Novels”
He Jin spoke as if he had caught Xia Feng in the act of emotional deception.
“If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do. What you need to do now is teach me how to operate a motorcycle. If you won’t, it’s fine; I can figure it out myself.” Xia Feng was too lazy to explain. Since He Jin had already misunderstood him, there was no point in trying to clarify.
“Heh… I say, are you still pretending, kid? I’m giving you a chance to turn over a new leaf, so you don’t end up humiliated with your legs broken,” He Jin sneered. Although he didn’t have definitive proof yet, his gut feeling told him Xia Feng was a scumbag who played with women.
As they had been chatting for quite a while, He Yun and Du Shihan found it strange and walked over.
“Are you two done talking?” He Yun asked as she approached.
“Almost. We were having a great chat and lost track of time,” He Jin said, putting on a smile for his sister. As he spoke, he shot a threatening look at Xia Feng, clearly warning him not to be uncooperative.
“Brother Xia, is that right?” He Yun sounded unconvinced, her expression showing that He Jin was clearly giving Xia Feng a hard time.
“He’s calling me a con artist, saying I’m here to deceive both of you,” Xia Feng stated the truth. However, to He Jin, it sounded like the pot calling the kettle black.
He Jin, enraged, cursed, “Damn it, what you’re thinking is obvious; do I need to spell it out?” After his outburst, He Jin felt he had been a bit impulsive and explained to He Yun, “Sis, you have to believe me. Men understand men best.”
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