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{Chapter: 177 You always fart when we are together!}
The sound of the fart had already drawn the attention of every single person in the hall.
No matter how wealthy, powerful, or composed the guests usually were, this was something none of them had ever witnessed in their lives. They had neither seen nor even imagined such a mortifying scene unfolding at a high-class gathering.
This… was one for the history books.
As the echo of the fart faded into the tense silence, the guests burst out laughing all over again. Many couldn't even close their mouths from laughing so hard—they were gasping for air, some nearly crying from how ridiculous it was.
But Lin Yuan?
He remained completely unaffected—serene and composed in the chaos, like a conductor watching his symphony reach its peak.
His lips remained closed, not a smile on his face, not a flicker of emotion in his eyes.
Silently, calmly, Lin Yuan took out a few pre-scented wet wipes from his inner pocket.
Then, he turned and walked over to Mei Yuxian.
"Sister Yuxian, come here for a moment," he said in a low voice, gesturing for her to step closer.
At that moment, Mei Yuxian had been laughing along with everyone else, enjoying the absurd scene like the rest. But when she saw Lin Yuan's serious expression and beckoning hand, she obediently walked over.
Lin Yuan didn't stop there—he reached out and gently pulled Gui Qingtong up from her seat.
Yan Ruyue, who had been standing nearby and watching Lin Yuan like a hawk, followed as well, curiosity flickering in her gaze.
"Big Brother, why are you handing me a wet wipe?" Yu Shanshan asked with a puzzled tone, taking one from his hand.
"Brother Lin Yuan, what's going on? Why are you pulling me away now? I was really enjoying watching Ye Feng fall apart," Gui Qingtong added, slightly annoyed.
"Xiao Yuan, this feels a little strange even for me," Mei Yuxian admitted, glancing around as though trying to see what Lin Yuan had noticed.
Even though Yan Ruyue didn't speak, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, betraying her confusion.
Lin Yuan calmly handed each of them a wet wipe, then said softly, "Don't ask questions. Just do as I say—cover your noses with the wipes now. Trust me, you'll regret it if you don't."
Though the girls were still confused, Lin Yuan's tone was so calm and firm that they instinctively complied.
Each of them pressed the wet wipes gently over their noses.
No one in the hall had noticed Lin Yuan's subtle actions, their attention still locked on the increasingly chaotic and hilarious scene around Ye Feng.
Laughter continued to echo throughout the room—it was the first time these elite guests had witnessed something so humiliating unfold in real time, right in front of them.
Among those present were the representatives of the Qiao Family: Qiao Siying and his father, Qiao Jianye.
At that moment, Qiao Jianye was standing directly behind Ye Feng, preparing to step forward and present the Qiao family's gift.
And then the explosion happened.
It was right in his face.
Qiao Jianye was caught completely off guard.
He was just about to take a step forward when the second, even more thunderous fart shook the air. It was so loud, so powerful, that Ye Feng's pants visibly lifted for a moment.
"Hahahahahaha!" Qiao Jianye laughed so hard that his whole body bent over, and he struggled to stay on his feet. His shoulders shook, and his belly trembled from the force of his laughter. "Good heavens, what a blast!"
But just as he opened his mouth to catch his breath—he inhaled.
That was when everything changed.
His entire face froze mid-laugh.
The smile drained from his lips, his eyes widened, and within seconds, his expression turned from joy to horror. His cheeks puffed slightly. His skin started turning purple.
"What the hell?! That smell—! Your fart stinks!"
Qiao Jianye shouted as he stumbled backward, eyes watering, his face twisted into a grotesque expression of pure disgust.
It hit him like a truck.
The stench was unbearable—putrid, thick, rancid beyond belief.
And he wasn't alone.
One after another, the people who had been standing close to Ye Feng began to suffer the same fate.
"What the—why does it smell like something crawled inside him and died?!"
"They say loud farts don't smell… that's a lie! A damn lie!"
"Oh god, I was laughing with my mouth open—now it feels like I swallowed the fart! My breath… I think it stinks too! What do I do?!"
"This is the worst thing I've ever smelled in my life! It's demonic!"
"Get away from him! Run!!"
People began to scatter like leaves in the wind.
They pinched their noses, covered their faces with sleeves and napkins, some nearly tripped over chairs as they fled from Ye Feng like he was ground zero of a biological attack.
In mere seconds, the entire area surrounding Ye Feng had cleared out.
Even Wang Sheng, who had tried to support him earlier, fled the scene gagging—leaving only Gu Qingshan behind, valiantly pinching his nose and standing still out of sheer loyalty… or perhaps pure shock.
Everyone was talking. Everyone was pointing. Everyone was laughing and recoiling in horror at the same time.
And Ye Feng?
His soul had left his body.
He stood there, frozen with embarrassment, unable to defend himself as waves of humiliation crashed down over him.
He shakily extended the gift he had prepared to Gu Qingshan—his only remaining ally.
Then, without a word, he turned and rushed toward the bathroom.
As he walked, he could no longer control the storm raging inside him.
With every step, another fart escaped him.
Puff!
Puff puff!
Pfffft!
They came out irregularly, like the sad whimpers of a broken trumpet, echoing behind him as he half-walked, half-jogged toward the restroom, hoping—praying—that no more witnesses would see what had become of him.
But it was too late.
He was legend now.
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Ye Feng fled from the hall like a stem runaway train, puffing and sputtering as he made his way toward the restroom, leaving behind a trail of shame and a cloud of lingering stench.
He looked almost like a steam locomotive—whistling and spewing smoke—as he desperately escaped the disaster he had created.
Back in the banquet hall, the scene was still chaotic.
The smell, unfortunately, hadn't vanished with Ye Feng's departure. It stubbornly lingered in the air like an unwelcome ghost, refusing to dissipate.
As guests struggled to breathe and tried to recover their dignity, many turned to look at Qiao Jianye, who still had a particularly strange, stiff expression on his face—likely a direct result of inhaling Ye Feng's toxic gas earlier.
Meanwhile, several of the women around Lin Yuan, including Yan Ruyue, Gui Qingtong, and Yu Shanshan, shifted their gazes toward him with visible surprise.
Their thoughts were remarkably similar:
How did Lin Yuan know in advance that Ye Feng's fart would be so unbearably stinky?
Not only had he known—but he had calmly and methodically handed out wet wipes before disaster struck.
Yu Shanshan, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned in and asked directly, "Brother, how did you know?!"
Instead of answering immediately, Lin Yuan smiled faintly, reached out, and gently pinched Yu Shanshan's cheek.
"I'm used to it," Lin Yuan said with a teasing tone. "After all, I often smell your farts. It's given me a sixth sense for these things."
"Phew! That's nonsense!" Yu Shanshan immediately pouted and swatted Lin Yuan's hand away. "It's you who's always farting when we hang out! Don't blame me!"
Hearing her grumble, Yan Ruyue, Mei Yuxian, and Gui Qingtong all chuckled softly, their laughter finally easing some of the awkward atmosphere still clinging to the hall.
Of course, Lin Yuan hadn't actually predicted the situation because of Yu Shanshan's supposed farting habits.
The truth was much simpler—and much more sinister.
He had given Ye Feng a special "medicine" earlier, designed to wreak havoc on his digestive system. Lin Yuan knew exactly how potent it was.
It didn't just cause gas—it turned the gas into a monstrous, weaponized stench that no ordinary person could endure.
Given how the medicine worked, it was inevitable that Ye Feng's flatulence would be catastrophic.
Every bit of gas had to pass through Ye Feng's intestines, absorbing the worst odors along the way.
How could it not be deadly?
Even after Ye Feng's dramatic exit, the thick, revolting smell clung stubbornly to the hall.
The helpers quickly moved to open every door and window in the venue. They even brought in electric fans, but it still took a long time for the air to clear enough that people could breathe normally again.
Perfumes were sprayed. Scented candles were lit. High-end air fresheners were deployed en masse.
It was as if the entire hall was trying to erase the memory of Ye Feng's shame through sheer force.
And then, in Lin Yuan's mind, a familiar mechanical chime echoed:
[Ding! Changed the guests' impression of Ye Feng! Reward: 300 Counterattack Points!]
Lin Yuan's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.
'This medicine... It's even more effective than I thought.'
Ye Feng hadn't just embarrassed himself.
He had become a living joke—a walking cautionary tale—for all the high society elites present tonight. Even someone like Qiao Jianye, who had once boldly declared loyalty to Ye Feng, was now visibly disgusted and disillusioned with him.
The plan was progressing perfectly.
With the smell finally starting to fade and some semblance of normalcy returning to the hall, the banquet proceeded.
The helpers went around spraying a new round of expensive perfumes to mask whatever traces of disaster still remained.
Soon after, the main event of the evening resumed: Mei Yuxian began receiving birthday gifts from the attendees.
One by one, lavish gifts were presented: priceless jewelry, rare paintings, ancient artifacts, and other tokens of admiration and alliance.
After receiving all her gifts, Mei Yuxian gave a warm smile to everyone and ordered the staff to bring out dozens of small, exquisitely wrapped boxes.
Lin Yuan knew exactly what this meant.
It was tradition for Mei Yuxian to prepare return gifts for the younger generation during her birthday celebrations.
It wasn't just about receiving—this was her way of expressing goodwill and maintaining strong ties with the juniors of the family and allied families.
Of course, Lin Yuan was well aware of this practice.
However, he had different plans tonight.
He wasn't content to be treated as just another junior receiving a gift.
He intended to give Mei Yuxian a special present of his own—one that would solidify the closeness of their relationship to make his stars shine tonight in her bed.
But there was no rush.
There was still plenty of time before Mei Yuxian would be truly free of social obligations.
In the meantime, Lin Yuan had a few matters to handle.
First, he needed to detoxify the mild "poison" Ye Feng had secretly slipped into the banquet dishes earlier.
Although it wasn't dangerous to Lin Yuan thanks to his preparations, he still preferred to clear it out of his system cleanly.
Fortunately, Long Wu had already delivered both the painting Lin Yuan had commissioned and the antidote he had requested, all without drawing any attention.
The items were now safely in Lin Yuan's possession.
With a thoughtful glance, Lin Yuan inspected the scroll in his hands.
It was a beautifully crafted painting—a rare and precious artwork that carried deep meaning.
Lin Yuan smiled lightly, then he walked towards Yan Ruyue.
As he approached her, Yan Ruyue's eyes immediately lit up like stars.
Her heart quickened in her chest.
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"By now, you've probably heard that India has launched missiles toward Pakistan. I live in India — and while the chances of a full retaliation are low, if one does happen, my city, Jaipur, would likely be a primary target.
So, if you don't hear from me for the next fifteen days, there's a chance I'm either lying in a hospital bed… or I've left this world altogether.
Until then… take care."