"Young Master Chen, the selection tonight is top-notch! See that beauty over there in the office attire? Gold-rimd glasses, curvy in all the right places... Tsk tsk, I just want to pin her down on this booth and have my way with her!"
"Fuck, Yang Fan, can you not be so disgusting? On the booth? Why not just drag her to the bathroom..."
"*Ahem ahem*... Well, that’s not out of the question! The three of us could even do it together..."
"Hehe~ I like that..." the skinny guy chid in with a smirk.
"Fuck off..."
Listening to their conversation, Su Chen’s brow furrowed even deeper.
He walked up to the booth and knocked on the table. "This is my booth. I’m going to have to ask the three of you to move."
The three n, interrupted mid-conversation, all turned to glare at Su Chen with hostile expressions.
The leader, Young Master Chen, sized Su Chen up in the dim light. Seeing nothing remarkable about him, he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed.
Seeing this, Yang Fan and the skinny guy took their cue. When they heard Su Chen’s standard Mandarin accent, their lips curled and a flash of contempt appeared in their eyes.
"Hey, mainland punk. You say this booth is yours? Why don’t you call its na and see if it answers you?" Yang Fan said sarcastically.
"You should take a good look at yourself. Is Xiangjiang a place for your kind? You should just crawl back to the mainland!"
Hearing this, Su Chen’s expression instantly darkened. He had heard that many people in Xiangjiang looked down on mainlanders, but he never thought he’d run into it himself today.
’So luck I’m having!’
Just as he was about to grab a bottle to teach the two a lesson, he heard two WHOOSHES fly past him.
SMASH!
SMASH!
Two wine bottles smashed directly onto the heads of Yang Fan and the skinny guy.
"AHH—" Blood gushed from the heads of Yang Fan and the skinny guy. They collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads and groaning in pain.
"You motherfucker, Chen Feiyang! If you can’t control your damn dogs, don’t bring them out here to embarrass yourself!" an angry voice roared from behind Su Chen.
Su Chen turned to see Sicong striding over, his face contorted with rage.
"Young Master Su, are you okay?" Sicong was secretly terrified. He was the one who had invited Su Chen out tonight. If anything happened... he couldn’t even imagine the consequences.
"I’m fine. What are you doing up here? Weren’t you dancing downstairs?"
Hearing Su Chen say he was fine, Sicong breathed a sigh of relief.
"I noticed you were gone, so I ca up to have a drink with you. Didn’t expect to hear a couple of dogs barking up here!" After speaking, he turned his gaze to Chen Feiyang at the booth and the two n still collapsed on the floor.
"Wang... Wang Sicong!" The lighting at the rooftop bar was dim, and only now did Chen Feiyang recognize the newcor’s face.
Chen Feiyang scrambled to his feet, looking at him nervously.
Sicong raised his hand, causing Chen Feiyang to flinch back in fear, but the slap never landed.
"Call your brother. Tell him you’ve pissed off soone you can’t afford to offend, and tell him to get over here and apologize in person!"
Hearing this, Chen Feiyang felt like his world was collapsing. He’d just co out for a few drinks and to hit on so girls. How had he gotten into such deep trouble?
Seeing Sicong’s icy expression, Chen Feiyang tremblingly pulled his phone out of his pocket.
He walked to the side to make the call.
"You know him?" Su Chen asked, a little puzzled.
"Yeah. He’s from the Chen family of Xiangjiang. Their family is also in comrcial real estate, and their malls specialize in luxury goods. Their business is pretty widespread. The Chen family is a big na in Xiangjiang."
"I get along pretty well with his older brother, Chen Feiyu. I’ve t this punk a few tis!"
Su Chen nodded slightly. He knew that the circles of the wealthy second-generation were actually very small. People in the major cliques of Beijing, Shanghai, and Hong Kong pretty much all knew each other.
However, Sicong’s earlier introduction seed to carry an underlying aning.
"Break it up, break it up! Stop crowding around!" A man in a suit, leading several security guards, pushed his way through the crowd.
When he saw the two n on the ground, his expression turned grim. But the mont he turned and saw Sicong, his face instantly broke into a smile.
"Young Master Wang, what’s all this...?" the bar manager asked cautiously.
"Drag these two aside, they’re an eyesore. And clean up this booth!"
Hearing this, the manager waved his hand, and his subordinates imdiately sprang into action.
The two n on the ground knew they had ssed with the wrong people. They played dead and let the security guards carry them away without resistance.
Once the booth was cleaned, the manager, knowing his place, had a few bottles of wine and a fruit platter sent over.
Just then, Chen Feiyang returned from his phone call. He walked to the booth and stood with his head bowed, a flicker of hatred in his eyes.
Su Chen and Sicong completely ignored him, chatting and drinking leisurely.
After about ten minutes, a group of seven or eight people rushed in. Several of them were dressed in sharp suits, clearly bodyguards.
"Feiyang!" Chen Feiyu had gotten a call from his younger brother saying he was being bullied, and he had imdiately rushed over with a group of n.
As the youngest son of the Chen family, he had been doted on since childhood and had naturally developed a host of bad habits.
"Brother! I’m over here!" Hearing his older brother’s voice, Chen Feiyang’s confidence instantly returned.
Chen Feiyu led his n over. He paused when passing Yang Fan and the skinny guy, recognizing them as his brother’s lackeys.
"Are you okay?" He walked up to Chen Feiyang and looked him over. Seeing that he wasn’t injured, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sicong? What are you doing here?" Only then did Chen Feiyu notice Sicong and the other person at the booth. His gaze lingered on Su Chen for a mont, but seeing that he wasn’t a familiar face from their circle, he paid him no further mind.
Hearing this, Sicong glanced at Chen Feiyang, who was standing behind Chen Feiyu, and said, "Heh, didn’t your brother tell you on the phone?"
Chen Feiyu turned to Chen Feiyang, his face dark. "What exactly happened?"
Chen Feiyang shuddered in fear. "We just ca here to hang out and accidentally took Young Master Wang’s booth. Yang Fan and the skinny guy said a few harsh words, but they also smashed their heads open!"
Chen Feiyu shot his brother an exasperated look. He knew exactly what kind of personality his brother had.
He turned, walked to the booth, picked up a bottle, and poured a glass. "Sicong, this is my brother’s fault. I’ll offer you this drink as an apology."
Sicong was exasperated. He had clearly told Chen Feiyang that he had offended a "big shot," but the kid obviously didn’t take it to heart and was still trying to play gas. It really pissed him off.
’No good deed goes unpunished!’
"I don’t dare drink this on Young Master Su’s behalf. You should be apologizing to Young Master Su," Sicong said, jutting his chin in Su Chen’s direction.
Chen Feiyu’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned to look at Su Chen and saw a pair of bright eyes scrutinizing him...
Yes, scrutinizing!
Chen Feiyu was very familiar with that kind of gaze. He encountered it every ti he accompanied his father on visits to his friends.
"Mr.... Mr. Su!" He had intended to say Young Master Su, but for so reason, "Mr. Su" ca out instead.
Su Chen nodded slightly and said in a slow, deliberate tone, "Since you’re a friend of Sicong’s, drink that glass in your hand... and we’ll let this matter drop."
Chen Feiyu tilted his head back and drained the glass in one go.
"Mr. Su, I will host a banquet at the Peninsula Hotel tomorrow to formally apologize. I hope you will grace with your presence."
Su Chen didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he glanced at Sicong, who was more familiar with these social protocols.
Seeing Sicong give a slight nod, Su Chen finally spoke. "Fine. Contact Sicong to make the arrangents."
After all that had happened, Su Chen had lost all interest in continuing the night. He shot Sicong a aningful look.
The two of them then stood up to leave.
As Su Chen passed by Yang Fan and the skinny guy, he paused.
He crouched down and, with a smile, looked at the two of them. "Looks like this ’mainland punk’ ca out on top today, huh?"
With that, a sharp SLAP echoed as he struck Yang Fan across the face, sending his head crashing into a nearby table.
It made a loud BANG.
Everyone gasped, their eyes fixed on Su Chen... His face was now as cold as ice.
"My apologies for the scene, everyone." At so point, a faint smile had returned to Su Chen’s face.
Watching the departing figures of Su Chen and Sicong, Chen Feiyu remained stunned, unable to process what had just happened.
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