{Chapter: 176 Ye Feng farts! The Audience was shocked!}
Earlier that day, while enjoying the lavish banquet, Ye Feng had felt a strange discomfort building in his stomach.
It was subtle at first—a low rumble, barely noticeable amid the clinking of glasses and lively chatter. His gut made a few discontented noises, which he brushed off as a result of overeating or perhaps mixing too many rich dishes.
After all, banquets like this one spared no expense, and the spread before him was a buffet of culinary temptation. He had indulged more than usual.
But what Ye Feng didn't realize was that his condition wasn't due to mere gluttony.
No.
The root of his discomfort lay deeper—silent, hidden, and perfectly disguised.
The so-called "Shit Poison" Lin Yuan had slipped into Ye Feng's meal was a masterpiece. Colorless, tasteless, and undetectable without advanced pharmaceutical knowledge. It was an agent of delayed chaos—designed to strike not immediately, but at the most inconvenient, humiliating moment possible.
And now, it was doing its work.
Still, Ye Feng remained completely unaware. Even as his stomach clenched slightly, he ignored the signs, thinking he was simply digesting a bit slower than usual.
With the formal part of the evening underway, Ye Feng stood up confidently, accompanied by Gu Qingshan, and strode toward Mei Yuxian. It was time to present his gift—something he had carefully prepared to impress her and the rest of the guests.
He carried the wrapped gift with both hands, adopting an elegant posture as he approached the center stage of attention.
He smiled politely at Mei Yuxian, bowed slightly, and began his well-rehearsed lines. "I wish the matriarch of the Mei family a long life full of joy and prosperity—"
But then, mid-sentence, a wave of pressure surged from deep within.
Ye Feng's eyes flickered.
Something's not right.
A powerful sensation struck his lower body—a bursting pressure pressing against his most private of muscles.
It was as if a dam had cracked, and behind it surged a tidal force of unstoppable nature.
But Ye Feng, ever the battle-hardened mercenary king, instinctively engaged every ounce of his physical discipline. He clenched. He stood straighter. His glutes tightened like steel cords.
He managed to hold it in.
Barely.
His smile remained, albeit a little strained, as he continued. "This gift is from me, on behalf of the Chen family—"
But just as he exhaled that final word, the second wave hit.
Stronger. Fiercer.
This time, his control broke.
PfffffffT—!!!
It echoed like a brass trumpet in a silent cathedral.
Sharp. Loud. Impossible to ignore.
The sound ripped through the banquet hall with the clarity of a gunshot. One could almost feel the vibrations in the air.
It was, ironically, comparable to the silence that followed when Lin Yuan first played the piano at a grand banquet—except this time, it was followed not by awe, but by absolute stillness… and then disbelief.
Everyone turned.
Dozens of heads swiveled toward the source of the sound, their expressions frozen between confusion and shock.
Eyes widened.
Jaws dropped.
Even Mei Yuxian, holding her gift gracefully in her hands, blinked a few times, unsure if she had just imagined what she heard.
Lin Yuan, casually seated at his table, twirled his wine glass slowly in his fingers and smiled with cool amusement. His gaze met Ye Feng's across the room.
'Someone just farted?'
'Was it Ye Feng?'
That's what everyone thought—because the sound had been so startlingly loud that it couldn't have been anyone else.
All eyes locked onto Ye Feng.
It was the kind of silence that screamed louder than any words.
Some guests tried to maintain composure, biting their lips or covering their mouths with napkins, but the moment passed too quickly.
"Pfffft—!"
A second blast.
Even louder than the first.
This one tore through any remaining restraint.
Laughter erupted like a broken dam.
First a few stifled chuckles.
Then an avalanche.
People burst out laughing across the hall—some leaned against tables for support, others wiped tears from their eyes.
The tension of the elegant gathering shattered in an instant, replaced with unfiltered, gleeful hysteria.
Ye Feng's face turned a deep crimson.
It was beyond humiliation.
This was a man who had walked through gunfire, who had crawled across battlefields, who had seen the face of death—and yet, nothing could have prepared him for the pure, undiluted shame of breaking wind twice in front of high society.
He forgot the rest of his lines.
His brain had short-circuited from embarrassment.
The laughter around him wasn't just sound—it was a storm of ridicule, pelting him from every direction like arrows in an ambush.
For a moment, he stood there frozen, stiff as a statue, his gift still outstretched in his trembling hands.
Ye Feng, who had never experienced such embarrassment before, was stunned for a while. He did not know what to do.
However, Gu Qingshan was like an old fox; His reaction was unusually fast.
Without missing a beat, he leaned down slightly and pressed his feet hard against the ground, dragging the soles of his leather shoes across the polished floor.
The friction created a few awkward creaking sounds—similar enough to mimic a chair or shoes shifting.
He repeated the action quickly a few times.
Gu Qingshan, ever the master of damage control, quickly stepped forward with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.
"Ah… I must apologize, everyone," he said with a sheepish smile, lowering his head just slightly. "The quality of my shoes isn't what it used to be. The soles have become rough and worn. I'm terribly sorry for the noise just now. I must've dragged them across the floor too harshly."
Though almost everyone present had already guessed what had truly happened, Gu Qingshan's quick thinking and willingness to take the blame came at just the right moment. His intervention helped ease the tension and gave people an excuse to pretend—if only for formality's sake—that nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
The guests who were still chuckling quietly to themselves out of courtesy chose not to press the issue.
"Oh, so it was Brother Qingshan's shoes after all. That's okay," someone nearby offered with a diplomatic smile, helping the atmosphere settle down again.
That person was Wang Sheng, the boss of one of the many subsidiaries under the Chen Family's control. Though no direct representative of the Chen Family was present at the event, Wang Sheng's influence within the Chen business empire made him a man of considerable standing.
By speaking up for Ye Feng and going along with Gu Qingshan's cover story, Wang Sheng was essentially preserving the Chen Family's dignity.
After all, saving Ye Feng's face was the same as protecting the Chen Family's honor.
Gu Qingshan gave a light chuckle and nodded in thanks. "I'll walk a little more lightly from now on. I wouldn't want to disturb such a beautiful evening."
With Wang Sheng's support and Gu Qingshan's clever excuse, the scene smoothed over—at least on the surface.
But not everyone pretended to be fooled.
Seated comfortably nearby, Lin Yuan took a calm sip of his red wine, the faintest smirk dancing on his lips.
He wasn't worried in the slightest.
Why?
Because he knew exactly how powerful his concoction was.
This wasn't over.
Not by a long shot.
The first fart was only the beginning—a simple warning shot, so to speak. The real show was yet to come.
And sure enough, as Ye Feng continued to stand there—still clutching the gift in both hands, trying to keep up his composure—he tried his best to finish his prepared speech.
But something was off.
His voice sped up ever so slightly, his words becoming clipped.
It was obvious to anyone paying close attention: Ye Feng was trying to finish things as quickly as possible.
He wanted out.
He wanted a bathroom.
Immediately.
Only ten seconds had passed since his initial humiliation, when suddenly, his lower abdomen tightened again—violently.
A fresh wave of unbearable pressure surged through him, straight to his backside.
Ye Feng's face stiffened, his eyes trembling.
No… not again!
He clenched every muscle in his body, activating the discipline honed through years of brutal mercenary training. He could control his breath, his heartbeat, even his reflexes… but this?
The anus was the one part of the body that no amount of training could truly tame.
He tried.
He fought.
But Lin Yuan's poison didn't care about training or dignity.
The pressure mounted.
Ye Feng's face turned the color of a ripe tomato as he struggled with everything he had to hold back the coming storm.
And then…
PFFFFTTTTT—!!
It happened again.
Another loud, high-pitched, unmistakable fart tore through the silence.
This one was even more shocking than the last.
If the first had sounded like a trumpet, this was a full-on brass section playing the opening to a symphony.
The blast rang out behind Ye Feng, loud enough to cause the guests who had turned their heads away in courtesy to snap their necks back toward him in disbelief.
The sound lasted for a good four or five seconds.
It wasn't a quick slip.
It was long.
Loud.
Unrelenting.
The pitch rose slightly at the end, like the final flourish of a particularly proud note.
And this time, there was no mistaking it.
The source was clear as daylight—directly behind Ye Feng's tightly fitted formal trousers, which now bulged slightly with the aftermath.
The timing, the location, the expression on Ye Feng's tortured face—it all pointed to one undeniable truth:
He had farted again.
And this time, no one could cover it up.
Ye Feng's ears burned. His face was glowing red—not from the pressure, but from the sheer, soul-shattering embarrassment.
Even Gu Qingshan and Wang Sheng, who had come to his rescue moments earlier, stood frozen, their faces caught between horror and disbelief.
Gu Qingshan instinctively lifted his foot and dragged it across the floor again in a desperate attempt to recreate the earlier shoe sound.
But it was useless.
That kind of noise couldn't compare to the musical monstrosity that had just escaped from Ye Feng's behind.
The guests could no longer restrain themselves.
The hall exploded in laughter.
"PFFFT!! Hahahaha!"
"I can't—hahaha! Someone please stop him before he sets off another one!"
"I swear to god, that fart was louder than the funeral horn that passed by my street last week! I'm not even kidding!"
People were doubled over with laughter.
Some were clutching their stomachs, while others wiped away tears.
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