“What did you say?” Even Zhen Jiu’er herself was stunned speechless!

When had she ever agreed to be his girlfriend?

What was this man even thinking?

But Lu Feifan paid her no mind at all, still looking only at Lu Beicheng: “Little Uncle? Do you mind?”

Lu Beicheng stared at Zhen Jiu’er, his gaze icy cold.

“You agreed to be his girlfriend?”

“I didn’t…”

“Didn’t you say you had no feelings for Little Uncle, and that you could accept my pursuit of you?”

Lu Feifan stared at her face too, the five fingers gripping her wrist slowly tightening: “Could it be you’re just like the rest of them, all coming for my Little Uncle?”

“The rest of them” referred to girls like Ren Qiqi.

Everyone could tell exactly who he meant.

Several of the girls flushed red and quickly lowered their heads to avoid the attention that might come their way.

But in truth, right now everyone’s attention was entirely fixed on these three people.

No one was paying the slightest mind to anyone else.

“I’m not…” Jiu’er was getting angry now. How was she supposed to answer this question?

If she said no, would that upset Ninth Master?

But she could hardly say yes either, could she?

She truly hadn’t come here for Lu Beicheng.

“Lu Feifan, I’m telling you…”

“She’s just teasing you, can’t you tell?” Lu Beicheng said this to Lu Feifan.

There wasn’t a trace of a smile on his face; if anything, his expression had turned rather unpleasant.

His hand landed on Zhen Jiu’er’s wrist, and with a slight tug, Jiu’er was pulled back to his side at once.

“Feifan, she’s your Little Uncle’s girlfriend. Don’t tease her like that.”

“Wha… what?” This time, it wasn’t only Jiu’er who was shaken.

Everyone around them was too.

Ninth Master himself had just openly admitted that Zhen Jiu’er was his girlfriend!

He’d actually admitted it!

Jiu’er looked up at him, so stunned she’d nearly forgotten her current predicament, with both her hands still being held, one by each man.

Everyone stared at the three of them, not just shocked but uneasy.

This… one woman, two men, each holding one hand—this looked like a fight over her!

The two uncle-and-nephew wouldn’t actually come to blows, would they?

But both of them were so good-looking, so refined and dashing—whoever got hurt, it would be a shame.

Several of the girls looked crestfallen.

As long as Ninth Master hadn’t said anything, they’d still felt they had a chance.

But now, Ninth Master himself had admitted it—he was in a relationship!

Of course it would be this Zhen Jiu’er!

Why her?

Some scrawny little girl, utterly plain-looking, with nothing more than a girl-next-door look about her—not even a great beauty.

Why on earth would Ninth Master fall for her of all people?

Was Ninth Master blind? Couldn’t he see there were plenty of beauties here too?

Ugh…

“What, going to keep joking around?” Lu Beicheng stared at the hand Lu Feifan still had wrapped around Zhen Jiu’er’s wrist.

Lu Feifan’s hand was still holding onto Jiu’er’s wrist even now.

Jiu’er instinctively shook her wrist: “Second Young Master, no more jokes.”

“So you admit it too—that you’re Little Uncle’s girlfriend? Weren’t you just saying that Little Uncle’s the aloof, proud type with a terrible temper, and you’d never fall for someone like him?”

“When did I ever…”

“Ha, just a joke!”

Lu Feifan finally let go, looking between Lu Beicheng and Jiu’er, a trace of a smile in his eyes that no one else could quite read.

“Little Uncle’s taste really is one of a kind, actually falling for a little pip-squeak like her. Seems like without a bit of a push, Little Uncle wouldn’t have been willing to admit just how much of a place Zhen Jiu’er holds in his heart.”

There seemed to be a great deal packed into those words.

But in the end, he only said with a faint smile: “Well, now we know for certain. It’s confirmed.”