Chapter Sixteen: Chen Da?

Jin walked gracefully to Ye Feng’s table.

“Ladies, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Jin bowed slightly.

Xia Ling didn’t even look up, savoring her meal at her own pace.

“Can you eat a bit slower?” Man Yun scolded.

Ye Feng frowned. Clearly there were three people here, yet he was always the one ignored.

“And who might you be?” Ye Feng asked, somewhat displeased.

Jin hadn’t expected to be ignored by the two beautiful women, only to have this brat address him. He glanced at Ye Feng, saw his shabby appearance, and immediately lowered his threat level to the minimum. He wondered why such goddess-level beauties would dine with a man so poorly dressed—perhaps a relative of theirs, he guessed. Even though they paid him no mind, Jin wasn’t anxious; he had his trump card—his identity.

“Keep pretending to be reserved. Soon you’ll be begging me,” Jin sneered.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jin Zeyu, heir to the Jin Group.” Jin spoke with a touch of arrogance; he had seen plenty of women like this who feigned modesty, but once his identity was revealed, they were all eager to throw themselves at him. Now he waited patiently for their astonished reactions. But after a moment, nothing happened. They carried on as before, unperturbed.

They must not have heard him clearly, Jin thought. He cleared his throat and repeated, “I am with the Jin Group…”

“Yes, we’ve heard. Is there something you need? If not, please leave. The food here is excellent, and the service too.” Ye Feng disliked how Jin kept lingering, clearly targeting Ling’er and Yun Yun.

“Leave? Service? This brat thinks I’m a waiter?” Jin’s anger exploded. How could anyone be so blind? The Jin Group was one of the four major companies in BD City, a household name. No one ever failed to fawn over him in person.

Ye Feng saw Jin wasn’t responding. He frowned, “Oh, are you waiting for a tip? I’ve seen waiters on TV wait for tips. Hold on, let me see if I have any change.” He pretended to search his pockets. In truth, Ye Feng had known Jin’s intentions from the moment he appeared, but Jin’s domineering attitude made Ye Feng want to humiliate him.

“A tip? Change? Do I look like a waiter?” Jin slapped the table. In front of women, one establishes dominance by defeating their companion; Jin didn’t even need an excuse to provoke Ye Feng, as Ye Feng had handed him one. In Jin’s mind, he was secretly pleased—now he could humiliate Ye Feng in front of the two beauties.

The slap made Xia Ling put down her chopsticks, a hint of displeasure on her face—her peaceful lunch disrupted. Man Yun stopped as well; she knew the Jin Group, but had always disliked spoiled heirs like him.

“You frightened Ling’er and Yun Yun!” Ye Feng’s eyes flashed coldly as he looked up, like a wolf ready to pounce.

Jin involuntarily stepped back at the sight of those eyes. He felt as if a wolf was staring him down, sending chills through his body.

“Who’s your Yun Yun? Annoying!” Man Yun snapped. Normally, she’d have followed up with a punch, but seeing Ye Feng’s cool demeanor, she refrained.

“His? Both Ling’er and Yun Yun?” This brat had two beauties as his own? Jin now realized Ye Feng wasn’t their relative.

“Do you even know who you’re talking to?” Jin’s lackey stepped forward and shouted.

“Get lost! If you leave now, I won’t hold your interruption against you,” Ye Feng said coldly.

“Damn, you’re cocky! Get him! Just don’t hurt the ladies.” Jin, always on the back foot, was determined to teach Ye Feng a lesson—to show him that not everyone was a waiter waiting for tips.

“Young master, fighting here isn’t a good idea. We’re supposed to keep order,” Jin’s bodyguard hesitated.

“Screw keeping order! Go! If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility—just don’t kill him!” Jin shouted.

“Yes, sir!” With Jin’s assurance, his men had no more scruples. They glared at Ye Feng, clenching their fists and lunged at him.

“Courting death!” Ye Feng snorted.

“Bang, bang, bang.” In three swift moves, Jin’s men were kicked out, crashing against the wall, expertly avoiding the crowd and tables.

The commotion drew the attention of everyone in the restaurant, including the staff and the lobby manager.

The lobby manager saw Jin and hurriedly called the owner. A short while later, a fat man rushed down in a panic.

“Mr. Jin, what an honor! Please forgive me for not welcoming you sooner,” the owner greeted respectfully.

Jin felt somewhat appeased by the owner’s attitude. He glanced sidelong at Ye Feng, thinking, “See? Even the owner treats me with such respect. You’ll pay for this.”

“What’s going on here? Why is there trouble? This brat assaulted my men—do something about it,” Jin said coldly.

The lobby manager had already explained the situation over the phone. In reality, Jin had instigated the whole thing, but according to him, Ye Feng started it. But Jin was the heir to the Jin Group, a key guest. The owner had worked hard to get someone from Jin Group to attend an event; having Jin himself was a huge honor.

The owner was clearly troubled. “Mr. Jin, they are guests here as well. May I ask you to be magnanimous and let this go—just as a favor to me?”

“A favor to you? Do you have the status to ask that? Let me tell you, if you hadn’t begged me, I wouldn’t have come to this dump. What star-rated hotel? It’s no better than a roadside stall. I came here and suffered such humiliation, and you expect me to let it slide?” Jin raged.

The owner’s face was grim. He was about Jin’s father’s age, yet Jin called himself “the boss” in front of him, showing no respect whatsoever. But with Jin’s powerful background, what could he do?

“Well… Ladies and gentleman, this meal is on me. Would you mind apologizing to Mr. Jin?” The owner hoped to buy peace with the meal.

Man Yun, furious, replied, “Us apologize to him? Do you even know what happened here? I can afford my own meal, thank you.”

Ye Feng nearly spat out his food. “Did she just say ‘I can afford it’?”

“Apologize? Just an apology? As if it were that simple! You shouldn’t be an owner at all. Let me show you how to handle this—call security and have them beat that brat, that’s all!” Jin saw the owner’s difficulty, but an apology was too cheap; he wanted Ye Feng punished.

“Are you even reasonable? You think you can order anyone to be beaten?” Man Yun finally couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Oh? Feeling sorry for your pretty boy now? Fine, don’t beat him—just… just come upstairs and have a few drinks with me, and I’ll let it go, alright?” Jin leered at Xia Ling and Man Yun.

“You!” Man Yun started to curse, but Ye Feng stopped her.

“Are you brainless? I just beat up your men; whether or not to let this go is up to me, not you,” Ye Feng shook his head.

Man Yun, anger rising, was pulled back by Ye Feng. She thought about it—if she let her temper get the best of her, she’d have lost. So she said, coquettishly, “Sorry, we don’t have time for drinks. After lunch, the two of us are going to be with Brother Feng, and who knows how long that’ll take—at least until evening, maybe until tomorrow morning if he’s in a good mood. Just thinking about it is exhausting!”

She finished, head lowered, blushing deeply.

Xia Ling hadn’t expected Man Yun to include her in the story, and a rosy flush colored her cheeks.

Jin watched the two beauties, faces flushed, heads bowed, imagining the “great endeavor” they’d undertake that afternoon. He was more than a little frustrated—how could such beauties be wasted on Ye Feng!

“Owner! My men were beaten, and this brat is still so arrogant. I don’t care—have your staff beat him until he can’t stand! Let’s see if he’s still busy tonight!” Jin shouted. He vaguely recalled his lackey mentioning the owner’s name, but he’d forgotten, so he simply called him “owner.” It hardly mattered.

“This…” The owner, a middle-aged man, saw through the situation instantly. If it were handled privately, he’d comply, since the Jin Group was not to be trifled with in BD. But with so many people present, if he called security, word would spread and his hotel’s reputation would be ruined.

“You won’t call anyone? Fine! I’ll do it myself!” Jin said through clenched teeth. He whipped out an iPhone X and dialed.

“Hey, Chen Da! Bring a dozen guys to Shu Kingdom Banquet!” Jin barked and ended the call, glaring at Ye Feng. “You’re tough? Let’s see if you can handle a dozen!”

“Chen Da?” Ye Feng frowned and asked Man Yun, “Is it that Chen Da?”

“Could it really be such a coincidence?” Man Yun replied with an awkward smile.

Xia Ling, curious by nature, asked, “You two know him?”

“It’s a long story,” Ye Feng sighed deeply.

“Forget it…” Xia Ling saw Ye Feng gearing up for a lengthy tale.

“No, I have to start from when I bought you underwear…” Ye Feng recalled, quite seriously, how he’d met Chen Da.

“Shut up!” Xia Ling interrupted. At home, she could tolerate such talk, but here, even if she didn’t care about others’ opinions, in this setting it would become widely known.

“Wow! You bought Ling’er underwear! You have to buy me some too, don’t show favoritism!” Man Yun seized the chance to rile Jin.

Ye Feng saw right through her intentions. After Man Yun spoke, Ye Feng could feel Jin’s furious gaze.

Trying to use me to deal with this lecher? Not so easy. Ye Feng turned to her, feigning lewdness, “Yun Yun, what kind of underwear do you like? I’ll buy some for you next time.”

“As long as you buy them, I’ll like them.”

“But you’ll just take them off anyway.”

“You pervert!”

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