Chapter 151: Chapter 147 Such a Rascal! Chapter 151: Chapter 147 Such a Rascal! Watching the hands pulling and tugging in front of him, Li Ping’an kept his head down and leisurely sipped his tea, thinking it was someone else’s problem and had no desire to intervene.

“Come here, you!”

The wealthy young master, having grabbed the pretty woman’s hand, excitedly stepped on a stool and a Ba Xian table, and heedlessly dashed past the tea table in front of Li Ping’an. He not only kicked over Li Ping’an’s teapot and cups but also didn’t even glance at Li Ping’an, completely ignoring him.

“What the fuck! Are you blind?”

Li Ping’an looked up and cursed the wealthy young master to his face. However, the young master was not angered, his mind wholly fixated on the pretty woman. He casually pulled out ten taels of silver from his sleeve and threw it in front of Li Ping’an, as if he were shooing away a beggar.

“What?”

If it were anyone else, they would happily take the silver and leave. But Li Ping’an had dealt with similar situations before, treating Zhou Qinghai and Li Tianyi, father and son, like dogs. A dog biting a man is one thing, but a man biting a dog is quite another.

And now this wealthy young master was arrogant enough to treat Li Ping’an like a dog, offering him ten taels of silver as if it were a piece of “meat” to pacify him.

Li Ping’an was not angry because the young master publicly molested the woman, but because he felt insulted, he immediately became furious.

“What the fuck! Since I slapped Li Tianyi in the face, when have I ever suffered such indignity?”

Li Ping’an was about to explode, but the tea stall owner, pretending to see nothing, immediately shook his head slightly at Li Ping’an, signaling him not to get angry. In Chang’an, those without money or power had better endure when they could.

“What kind of man is this?”

As Li Ping’an was fuming and wondering who this man was, the wealthy young master, holding the pretty woman’s arm, jumped from the table to her side and directly embraced her:

“Little lady, you can’t escape now, can you?”

“Young master, please spare me!”

No matter how the pretty woman pleaded, the wealthy young master wouldn’t listen. He ordered his six idle followers:

“Set up the curtain. I want to have my pleasure right here!”

The six idle followers immediately held up a yellow cloth as if it were a banner, forming a circular wall and creating a makeshift enclosed space, ready for the wealthy young master and the pretty woman to enter and have their pleasure.

Li Ping’an looked back and finally realized that this wealthy young master was arrogant enough to rape an innocent woman right there. Seeing this, another fire was added in Li Ping’an’s heart. He immediately stood up, rushed forward, grabbed the wealthy young master by the shoulder, and shouted harshly:

“Do you truly have no law or heaven? To publicly molest an honest woman’s wife, what is your crime!”

“Help me, sir!”

Seeing that Li Ping’an had finally snapped, the pretty woman immediately sought help. The surrounding ruffians pulled out their Wrist-Piercing Daggers, pointing them at Li Ping’an and cursing.

“…”

The wealthy young master was first stunned, then finally began to seriously look at Li Ping’an, eyeing him from head to toe.

“Which rich merchant’s son are you? Or an official’s young secretary? I don’t seem to recognize you!”

This young master from a wealthy family posed this question only because Li Ping’an had intentionally changed into a good-looking, exquisite set of clothes after parting with Yan Chixia, Xiao Wangba, Yiye Zhiqiu, and the Xiao Family Sisters at Zhengqi Villa. While the clothes weren’t very expensive, they seemed rather imposing and perfectly reflected the appearance and temperament of a rich family’s son.

When ordinary people saw his attire, they would inevitably assume he was the son of a wealthy and influential family, just like how Zixia had initially perceived Li Ping’an. Coupled with Li Ping’an’s handsome features and his ethereal, confident aura with a hint of divine air, he seemed profoundly unfathomable. Indeed, his appearance had now successfully intimidated the unbridled rich son, who dared not act rashly and could only inquire about Li Ping’an first.

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“I…”

Li Ping’an remembered that Zhuge Weiwei and Zixia had mentioned that Chang’an City was teeming with imperial relatives and princes. Seeing the hesitating rich son looking at him, he prepared to falsely claim an identity to scare the rich son and make him back down.

Just as he was about to speak, the deaf and mute-acting tea stall owner courageously approached to help Li Ping’an out of the situation. Holding a teapot in one hand and a teacup in the other, the owner hunched over with a smile plastered on his face, eagerly serving tea to the rich son:

“Oh my, isn’t this Young Official Cen Fuda, son of Vice Minister Cen Changjin of the Ministry of Revenue? What brings you to my humble stand? Are you tired from your fun? Let me offer you some tea!”

“Cen Changjin? Cen Fuda?”

Li Ping’an, initially intending to confront Cen Fuda, hesitated immediately after the tea stall owner’s hint, especially upon hearing those two names. He remembered Cen Changqing, who was killed by his subordinate, Wang Lang, at Five Fingers Mountain.

While Cen Changqing was alive, he had mentioned going to Chang’an to deliver money. Could it be that this Cen Fuda’s father, Cen Changjin, was the person Cen Changqing intended to bribe?

Li Ping’an dared not take it lightly and took another careful look at Cen Fuda, who was drinking tea while holding a pretty woman. There was a resemblance between Cen Fuda and Cen Changqing, and suddenly a thought struck him:

Could it be that Cen Changqing was the Vice Minister Cen Changjin’s blood brother or clan brother? Otherwise, their names wouldn’t be so similar!

Li Ping’an pondered for a moment. He had a grudge with Cen Changqing, and although Cen Changqing’s death was unrelated to him, he had spared Cen Changqing’s subordinate Wang Lang.

There was a foreshadowing here. If Wang Lang came to Chang’an and spread rumors to Vice Minister Cen Changjin related to Cen Changqing, coupled with today’s enmity with Cen Fuda, it would mean adding enemies on top of enemies, which would be extremely unfavorable for him. He certainly could not stay any longer in Chang’an.

Staying wasn’t a big deal, but the key point was that he still needed to stay in Chang’an for a few more days to find Zixia.

After much consideration and weighing the pros and cons, Li Ping’an decided to hold back for now, thinking about dealing with Cen Fuda without further concerns after finding Zixia.

“Hmph!”

After snorting coldly at Cen Fuda, Li Ping’an let go of him and sat back down in a huff, closing his eyes, not wanting to witness this rogue causing trouble here.

Seeing Li Ping’an apprehensive about his father’s official position and unwilling to involve himself further, Cen Fuda felt exceedingly smug. He assumed Li Ping’an’s background wasn’t as strong as his own and, looking at Li Ping’an, who was frowning with closed eyes, sarcastically said to the tea stall owner:

“Hahahaha, old man, this tea is really good. I bet its name should be ‘Guai Tea’!”

Li Ping’an heard this and kept his eyes tightly shut, though his breathing grew louder.

The tea stall owner didn’t want to cause trouble and, despite realizing that Cen Fuda was mocking Li Ping’an, still played dumb, laughing it off:

“Young Cen, you must be mistaken, for this is the finest West Lake Longjing Tea!”

With a thump, Cen Fuda gently tapped the tea stall owner’s head with his fan:

“If I say it’s Guai Tea, then it’s Guai Tea.”