Fang Tang's eyes bulged, and his face split with rage; he wished he could just swallow Yang Fei whole.

However, under everyone's gaze, he had no choice but to maintain a smile.

Even though his smile was uglier than crying.

It was Liang Jiayi who noticed the awkwardness between the two men and quickly nudged Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, Secretary Fang is talking to you."

Yang Fei let out an 'ah', his blank gaze shifting to Fang Tang.

Suddenly realizing his gaffe, he jumped up to shake hands with Fang Tang, apologizing profusely: "I'm so sorry, I was just watching an ant pee, I was so engrossed, how rude of me."

"Damn it, an ant peeing? Where the hell are there ants at an airport reception?"

Upon hearing this, even the dullest of the crowd began to understand.

This man was clearly doing this on purpose to embarrass Fang Tang.

And he was doing so in such an overt way.

He was definitely some sort of obnoxious bastard!

But Fang Tang couldn't spare a moment to think about it.

Because the fingers of his hand, now held by Yang Fei, felt as if they were clamped by red-hot tongs.

Having been pampered since childhood, his rich delicate flesh couldn't bear this kind of pain.

Fang Tang trembled violently with pain, desperately trying to pull away, but he couldn't budge his hand.

The severe pain made him break out in cold sweat. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't even shout.

Meanwhile, Yang Fei looked genuinely frightened and concerned, shaking Fang Tang's hand non-stop.

"Sorry, sorry, this is extremely impolite of me."

Fang Tang mustered all his strength to finally make a sound.

The pain and resentment made him burst into a tirade as soon as he opened his mouth.

"How rude of your bloody...!"

The earsplitting, morally shocking curse words unexpectedly came from the mouth of the refined and gentlemanly Secretary Fang.

This stunned everyone present.

The crowd was in uproar.

Not far away, two gentlemen preparing to smoke were jolted by the crude shouting.

One of them even dropped his cigarette.

A group of women screamed, frantically covering their ears.

As true ladies, hearing such filthy curses necessitated displaying a startled deer-like charm.

Otherwise, how could they be considered proper socialites of high society?

Even Liang Jiayi stared dumbfounded at Fang Tang.

Her clear, distinct eyes were filled with disbelief.

Such foul language, which even the uneducated at the bottom of society would be ashamed to utter, was being shouted by the always graceful and well-mannered Secretary Fang, and he did it seamlessly.

"What did you say?"

Yang Fei's face turned red, and he let go of Fang Tang's hand.

His face was painted with the color of an honest man wronged.

"How could you curse at someone like this? Is this the composure expected from a high-quality, fine gentleman?"

"Where are your manners?"

"Where is your quality?"

Yang Fei's string of questions resonated with the men and women present.

Everyone looked at Fang Tang with disdain.

A true elite of high society, no matter how disarrayed or decadent their private life may be, must always display good breeding and genteel manners in public.

Especially when such distinguished individuals gather together, they must exhibit proper conduct.

Otherwise, they might be ostracized and gradually fade out from this exclusive circle reserved for the nobility.

This was almost a consensus among everyone.

It was an unspoken rule known to all, unwritten yet understood.

And now, Fang Tang's utterance of a swear word had utterly destroyed his image.

"Fang Tang, you should leave, you're not really suitable for today's gathering anymore,"

Sister Ying's face was masked with frost as she spoke coldly, not even sparing Fang Tang a glance.

For these ladies from distinguished families, swearing might add an element of fun and excitement in certain situations.

They also reveled in such games, like when engaging in certain activities in bed.

But in public settings like this one, foul language was absolutely synonymous with the vulgarity of the lower class.

This sort of crass and uncouth behavior would surely drag down the overall level of the nobility circles.

"Sister Ying, I didn't mean to..."

Fang Tang felt a coldness take over half of his heart.

He was so angry that he had cursed reflexively, and he immediately realized he had made a grave mistake.

Circles are quite peculiar.

Whether you are in politics or in business, being inside or outside a circle comes with starkly different treatments.

If you're in the circle and have an issue, many people will lend you a hand.

Even issues that seem unsolvable aren't a problem as long as you're in the circle.

If you're not in the circle, even the smallest problem can become insurmountable.

For someone like Fang Tang, who was in the midst of a political career, losing this circle of the nobility also meant losing countless connections.

That was what could prove to be most fatal for Fang Tang.

Sister Ying held extremely high prestige within this circle.

Her background and strength granted her substantial influence.

Hearing Sister Ying tell him to leave sent a chill down Fang Tang's entire body.

He couldn't care less about his dignity as he pleaded desperately,

"Sister Fang, it was just a slip of the tongue, can't you let it slide?"

"Don't you know, this vile bastard, he squeezed my hand..."

"Heh, what a joke, isn't squeezing part of shaking hands?"

"A real man, when angry, swears, what's the big deal? Yet you're so quick to shirk responsibility."

"Ha, this is your so-called nobility? Pfft!"

Yang Fei spit forcefully onto the ground, his face filled with contempt.

Everyone's faces seemed to be stripped bare, layer by layer, their shame unbearable.

"You bastard, was that a handshake? You were clamping me like a shackle..."

Fang Tang's face turned a steely blue as he shouted out, feeling an unbearable sense of frustration boiling up within.

This time, Yang Fei remained silent.

He just gave a cold snicker and stretched out his hands for everyone to see but said nothing more.

All eyes involuntarily shifted to Yang Fei's hands.

Yang Fei's hands were beautiful, long and slender, with nails trimmed and clean.

His skin was fair and smooth, glistening with the luster of ivory.

Such hands were suited for calligraphy, playing the piano, painting.

But definitely not for clamping or causing violent harm.

The crowd's looks toward Fang Tang grew increasingly scornful.

Yang Fei was right: A person making a mistake wasn't a big deal, but refusing to admit and defend against it at all costs, that was the mark of a true loser.

"Sister Ying, please say something fair, right? This really wasn't my fault,"

Fang Tang acutely felt the disdain and contempt in everyone's gaze, and in desperation, he turned to Sister Ying for help.

Sister Ying glanced at the outraged Yang Fei, then at Fang Tang, who was desperately trying to cover up his fault.

She sighed, "Secretary Fang, you better leave, and from now on, don't show your face here anymore."

"I believe everyone shares my thoughts."

Fang Tang was shattered, almost collapsing to the ground like a deflated Pi Gu.

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