Seventeen Again: The Sweet Life with My Family

Chapter 242: Challenging the Mistress

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

On the table, wine and fruit juice were available. Shen Jun recalled that he would be driving later and responded softly, “Coconut juice.”

Following behind Shen Jun, Wen Nian carried two beverages and settled down beside the grill where Xue Jiang and the others were stationed.

A short distance away, two separate groups observed Wen Nian, engaging in hushed discussions.

“Her accent suggests she’s from Hai City. My maternal family hails from there, but I can’t recall any family named Wen.”

“Perhaps it’s a recent up-and-coming force? She seems elegant. Her family might possess some wealth.”

“What are you guys thinking? 1 bet she caught Young Master Shen’s eye solely due to her looks. All 1 can say is that this girl seems to possess the knack for social climbing.”

As they spoke, the discussion grew more animated. However, Gao Qu remained silent. He leaned back in his chair, directing his gaze at Wen Nian.

She took a sip of her drink and then brought it to Shen Jun’s lips. He drank the remainder from the container she held. Gao Qu’s brow furrowed as he recognized that Wen Nian wasn’t an ordinary presence in Shen Jun’s life.

Gao Qu shifted his gaze away from them and addressed the group, his voice slightly elevated. “Alright, enough of that. This isn’t the first time you’ve encountered Young Master Shen. Even male mosquitoes that buzz around him don’t stand a chance. Has anyone seen him so intimate with any girl before? Be cautious not to stir up trouble with your words.”

Some individuals heeded Gao Qu’s words, discontinuing the earlier conversation. Others offered indifferent nods, but Gao Qu couldn’t be bothered to correct them all.

After all, those determined to court disaster couldn’t be restrained. His good intentions had their limits. He had no interest in getting himself embroiled in trouble due to another’s foolishness.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Yang Ting’s expression turned cold as she watched Wen Nian and Shen Jun in the distance. Frustration led her to pour a glass of wine, which she downed in one go.

Yang Ting’s family stood as a pivotal force protecting the Shen family, being among the leaders of the factions supporting them.

As they were all friends from the same circle, they naturally understood Yang Ting’s feelings for Shen Jun.

Observing her, Hu Yue hurried to offer solace. “Tingting, don’t worry. Young Master Shen is probably just playing around. Families like ours prioritize suitable matches. It’s delusional for her to worm her way into Young Master Shen’s bed and the Shen family. Don’t let someone like her anger you.”

Zhu Ming, who had been nursing an unrequited love for Yang Ting, also consoled her softly. “Tingting, you come from a wealthy family. Don’t stoop to being provoked by someone like her. Gold diggers like her are only interested in sleeping their way to riches…”

Shen Jun gritted his teeth. The veins on his arm that was holding the bamboo stick bulged. He casually snatched the can of beer from Jiang Zhen beside him and smashed it directly at Zhu Ming’s face. His actions were clean and ruthless, stopping Zhu Ming’s even more unbearable words.

The beer can struck Zhu Ming’s mouth and nose with force, crumpling in the middle from the impact. Beer spurted out from the breach, drenching Zhu Ming’s head and face.

Blood streamed from Zhu Ming’s nose, and his front teeth were embedded in his mouth, coated in blood.

“Some people’s mouths really don’t need to exist!”

Shen Jun’s face was expressionless, but it still frightened the people around him. Some people didn’t dare to stop Zhu Ming’s bleeding with paper when they saw his miserable state.

The fact that his front teeth were shattered testified to the strength of the blow.

Zhu Ming was in so much pain that he saw stars. He covered his mouth with his hand and finally came back to his senses. He looked at the suppressed violence in Shen Jun’s eyes, and cold sweat broke out on his straight back.

Shen Jun had never revealed his extraordinary sense of hearing. Combined with the fact that the grills were positioned two to three meters apart, everyone assumed their hushed tones remained unheard by Shen Jun.

Other than Wen Nian, everyone else stood rooted to the ground, not daring to move. Those who had mentioned Wen Nian before also swallowed nervously, afraid that they would be next.

Shen Jun glanced at the gossipmongers, his emotionless voice tinged with a chilling intensity. “Does anyone else harbor doubts about those close to me? I’m giving you the chance to voice them now.”

Shen Jun’s aura of authority stifled them, leaving them unable to meet his gaze. As their eyes dropped, they submitted. Only then did he turn and resume his seat, tending to the chicken wings over the grill.

To put it simply, this was a chain of social class disdain. However, if it was placed on the spouse of the future head of the Shen family, these families, who were attached to the Shen family and interdependent with the Shen family, would be disrespectful to the future mistress of the Shen family and provoke the Shen family’s status in the family..