886: Chapter 875: Smiling Tiger 886: Chapter 875: Smiling Tiger Ning Fan demanded Fei Peilie to call him grandpa.
Fei Peilie looked conflicted—should he comply or not?
That was the question, one that required careful thought.
If he yielded, he’d never be able to hold his head high in front of Ning Fan again.
Watching Fei Peilie’s agonized expression, Ning Fan couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Meanwhile, Tulip, whom Ning Fan had summoned earlier, arrived at the room.
The moment she walked in, she saw Ning Fan and Fei Peilie standing face-to-face, their expressions forming a stark contrast.
“Fei Peilie, the time you have left isn’t much.
If you still need to think about it, I’m getting a little sleepy.
So how about you let me take a nap instead?”
Ning Fan pressed Fei Peilie once again, leaving him entirely unsure of how to deal with Ning Fan.
Especially now, with Tulip here witnessing everything, wasn’t this essentially forcing him to lose face in front of this traitor?
But Ning Fan’s demeanor made it clear he didn’t care about all the chaos those people might stir up.
Clearly, he wasn’t planning to stand up for Fei Peilie, and that left Fei Peilie deeply frustrated.
He couldn’t deal with that group himself, which was why he intended to have Ning Fan step in.
Who could’ve guessed he’d hit so much trouble just trying to do that with Ning Fan!
“…Fine, but only after this matter is settled!”
Grinding his teeth, Fei Peilie ultimately agreed to Ning Fan’s demand.
But there was no way he’d comply here—not with Tulip present.
He couldn’t stand the humiliation!
Ning Fan understood why Fei Peilie would make such a condition, but seeing the man tortured enough, he decided not to push him further.
Instead, Ning Fan gestured for Fei Peilie to lead the way.
He was quite curious about meeting the “pawns” Fei Peilie had mentioned.
“This…”
Tulip, with a dumbfounded expression, alternated between looking at Ning Fan and Fei Peilie, utterly clueless about what had transpired between them.
Judging by Fei Peilie’s expression and Ning Fan’s triumphant grin, it was obvious—Fei Peilie had once again suffered at Ning Fan’s hands.
“What are you staring at?
Let’s get going.
I’m taking you to meet some friends.”
“Friends?”
Tulip heard “friends” and froze in confusion.
She’d been summoned without explanation, and now Ning Fan was talking about friends?
But these “friends” weren’t Ning Fan’s companions—they were acquaintances from Tulip’s past.
That’s if she even remembered them…
“Fei Peilie, that expression…
it’s like you just swallowed a fly.
I’m really curious—what’s wrong with you?”
Ning Fan left things cryptic.
Tulip didn’t press him for an answer.
Instead, her attention shifted to Fei Peilie.
Fei Peilie’s face sank as he heard Tulip’s question.
His expression darkened, as though swallowing his annoyance: “Mind your business.”
Tulip, ever the instigator, clearly wasn’t clueless.
Surely she could tell he didn’t want anyone dredging up the prior incident?
But, in truth, Tulip was doing it on purpose.
Fei Peilie looked down on her so much—how could she let this golden opportunity to annoy him slip by?
“We used to work together, didn’t we?
There’s no need to be so heartless.
Or could it be that Fei Peilie is just that kind of man—a cold-hearted bastard who forgets people the moment he pulls his pants back up?”
Tulip’s tone dripped with playful flirtation—her demeanor was as captivating as ever.
But Fei Peilie was thoroughly nauseated.
When had he ever done anything with Tulip?
Without hesitation, he snapped back, “Tulip, don’t spew nonsense.
Do you actually think anyone would care for someone like you, a woman for anyone and everyone?”
“Fei Peilie, are you looking to die?”
Tulip’s demeanor shifted sharply.
She hated it when her past was brought up.
Back then, gaining a foothold in the organization meant compromises, and even during her time with Umbrella, hearing people dredge up her history was unbearable.
Now it was nothing short of her black record!
“What?
Did I say something untrue?” Fei Peilie scoffed.
Tulip had no place mocking him—her former admirers had lined up from Greece to here!
“Fei Peilie, don’t think I’m still the same as before!
Say one more word, and I’ll rip your tongue out!”
Tulip’s face twisted in fury, her gaze toward Fei Peilie practically manic.
Fei Peilie’s words had pushed her to the brink of madness.
If he dared utter another word, she wouldn’t hesitate to act, making him pay dearly!
She was no longer the woman she once was.
After injecting the Genetic Potion, she had the confidence to stand toe-to-toe with Fei Peilie!
“Go ahead.
Try it.”
Fei Peilie might respect Ning Fan’s strength, but with Tulip, he held no such reservations.
Fear was replaced by disdain—as it had been, as it always would be.
Besides, Tulip was now a traitor to Umbrella.
If it weren’t for Ning Fan’s protection, she probably wouldn’t even be alive!
“Have you two fought enough already?”
Ning Fan suddenly intervened, his voice sharp and cold.
He had watched this drama unfold long enough, and now his patience was wearing thin.
At this rate, if these two didn’t come to blows, their feud clearly wouldn’t dissipate.
Ning Fan had no choice but to step in.
“Listen, if you want to fight, can you at least do it away from me?
I’m not in the mood to listen to your bickering.
Starting now, if anyone speaks, the woman will face the wall for reflection, and the man will slap himself!”
At Ning Fan’s words, both Fei Peilie and Tulip’s faces changed—though their reactions were radically different.
Fei Peilie seethed inwardly.
Ning Fan was blatantly biased!
Face the wall versus slapping oneself?
If that wasn’t favoritism, he’d gladly flip his name backward!
Tulip, of course, revelled in this moment.
After all, Ning Fan was her superior now—of course he’d side with her.
Still, Ning Fan’s warning made her cautious.
She didn’t want to provoke him and face his wrath.
“Finally, some peace.
Isn’t this better?
Getting along—everyone’s happy, right?”
Ning Fan grinned, leaving Fei Peilie bitterly cursing him as a two-faced schemer in his heart.
The current situation might suit Ning Fan perfectly, but Fei Peilie was suffocating inside.
He’d already taken losses yesterday with that group of people, and now today, he was losing again—first to Ning Fan, then to Tulip.
Fei Peilie now only hoped that once Ning Fan got involved, he’d finally teach that group a lesson!