"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Young Master Shi, what are you talking about? Please wait a moment..."
As soon as the manager heard the name "Young Master Feng", he immediately cowered and hurried over to Lan Mengchen.
"Miss, I'm really sorry. As you can see, I can't help the situation today. Could you two please try another restaurant? I'll give you an 20% discount when you come back next time!" the manager said in a low voice.
He chose to address Lan Mengchen.
This small detail showed that he didn't take Chen Xiaobei seriously at all.
To put it bluntly, in his eyes, Chen Xiaobei was just a kept boy raised by Lan Mengchen, and a rather low-class one at that.
"Forget it, let's go to another place," Lan Mengchen said, not wanting to make things difficult for the manager since he had a good attitude.
But Chen Xiaobei was displeased.
Being ignored by the manager! Being mocked by Shi Mingwei and Yao Bingbing!
This result was absolutely unacceptable!
Chen Xiaobei's state of mind had long since changed; he was no longer that timid little farmer.
"Why should we go to another place? I said I'd treat you to dinner here, and that won't change!"
Chen Xiaobei's eyes were firm. He had made up his mind to confront this head-on!
Hearing this, Lan Mengchen furrowed her brows slightly, thinking to herself that she had underestimated Chen Xiaobei's pride.
Shi Mingwei roared angrily: "Manager! Throw him out immediately! Otherwise, I'll call Young Master Feng right now!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
The manager panicked instantly and continued to persuade Lan Mengchen: "Miss, as the saying goes, even if you don't respect the monk, respect the Buddha's face! You must have heard of our Young Master Wen Feng. For Young Master Feng's sake, please change to another restaurant."
"Wen Feng?"
Lan Mengchen paused slightly.
Of course she knew—Wen Feng was the heir to the Wen family, the second most powerful family in Qingteng City!
But this time, she didn't answer. Instead, she said softly: "Xiaobei, you decide."
The manager's expression froze. He never expected that a noble goddess like Lan Mengchen would defer to Chen Xiaobei's decision.
"Sir, please, for Young Master Feng's sake!" The manager's attitude took a 180-degree turn as he bowed and groveled to Chen Xiaobei.
"Hmph! I can give face to others! But Wen Feng? Does he even have any face to speak of?" Chen Xiaobei scoffed.
Just the other night, he had slapped Wen Feng hard across the face.
Give Wen Feng face? Dream on!
"You little bastard! Who do you think you are? In Qingteng City, who dares to disrespect Young Master Feng? Just wait, I'll call Young Master Feng right now and let you get struck by lightning for your arrogance!" Shi Mingwei shouted furiously.
The manager also looked slightly angry, thinking Chen Xiaobei was being too ungrateful.
"Come here and look at this," Chen Xiaobei pulled out a golden card from his pocket and waved it casually.
"This... this..."
The manager's eyes widened in shock. After stammering for a moment, he exclaimed: "You actually have the Supreme VIP Gold Card of our Wen Group!"
"What!?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Shi Mingwei and Yao Bingbing's hearts skipped a beat in shock.
There were only three Supreme VIP Gold Cards of the Wen Group in Qingteng City.
Even if they had a million brains, they would never have imagined that one of them was in Chen Xiaobei's hands.
Owning this card meant enjoying the treatment of the Wen Group's chairman.
Even Lan Mengchen widened her beautiful eyes, filled with surprise.
"It's fake! This card must be fake! That guy's just a stinky farmer—how could he have a real card?" Shi Mingwei roared unwillingly.
But the manager shook his head and said seriously: "Young Master Shi... this card is real, absolutely genuine!"
Shi Mingwei's face contorted in anger; he was so frustrated he felt like his lungs would explode.
"Now, do I still need to give Wen Feng face?" Chen Xiaobei asked coldly.
"No... no need..." The manager shook his head repeatedly.
Wen Feng was the heir to the Wen family, but the chairman was the actual controller of the Wen family!
In other words, even Wen Feng would have to treat Chen Xiaobei with respect. Why would Chen Xiaobei give him any face?
"Listen carefully. Throw these two out of Xianghu Club and put them on the blacklist—never let them step foot here again!" Chen Xiaobei glared coldly at Shi Mingwei and Yao Bingbing.
Throwing them out wasn't enough; they had to be blacklisted too!
How domineering! Wasn't it!
F**k!
Shi Mingwei and Yao Bingbing felt like a million 草泥马 (grass-mud horses, a slang term for frustration means fk your mo..) were galloping through their minds. It was more frustrating than stepping in dog shit.
"Both of you! Please leave! Xianghu Club doesn't welcome you!" The manager's attitude shifted again as he spoke coldly to Shi Mingwei and Yao Bingbing.
"Don't do this! I'm buddies with Young Master Feng!" Shi Mingwei gritted his teeth.
"It doesn't matter who you're buddies with. That gentleman's words are as good as our chairman's. If you don't leave, don't blame me for calling security!" The manager's face was cold, leaving no room for negotiation.
Shi Mingwei was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.
Yao Bingbing looked devastated. She wanted to slap herself twice for breaking up with Chen Xiaobei back then—how stupid she had been!
At this moment, Chen Xiaobei and the goddess Lan Mengchen walked side by side into Xianghu Club as supreme VIPs!
While she, Yao Bingbing, was thrown out by the manager like a plague with Shi Mingwei.
There's no harm without comparison...
Yao Bingbing's heart felt like it was bleeding.
Inside the private room.
While waiting for the food to be served, Chen Xiaobei habitually took out his phone and checked the Three Realms Red Envelope Group.
At the sight, he immediately perked up—
The group was flooded with red envelopes again.
Chen Xiaobei didn't hesitate; he used both hands to start snatching them frantically!
For the past five days, the group had been mostly idle chat with few red envelopes, so today's flurry was exciting.
The more red envelopes there were, the higher the chance of snatching one.
In no time, Chen Xiaobei got his first one.
Ding—
Congratulations! You've snatched a red envelope from Xiao Tianquan and received a bag of dog food, which has been stored in your treasure chest.
"Damn it! Even Xiao Tianquan (Heavenly Hound) is sending red envelopes? I'm a single dog, but I don't need dog food!"
Chen Xiaobei looked dumbfounded, but didn't stop to think—he kept tapping his phone frantically.
"Xiaobei, what are you doing?" Lan Mengchen asked curiously.
"I'm snatching red envelopes... you can entertain yourself for a bit first," Chen Xiaobei didn't even look up.
Lan Mengchen paused, feeling a little annoyed.
She was the top of the four campus beauties, after all. How many men would beg on their knees for a chance to dine with her alone?
But here was Chen Xiaobei, this annoying guy, ignoring her to snatch red envelopes!
Lan Mengchen pouted, growing more annoyed by the second.
"Hmm? Wait a minute! Lan Mengchen! What's wrong with you? Why are you getting angry at Chen Xiaobei? Could it be... you're falling for him?"
Lan Mengchen froze, her pretty face filled with surprise.
Before this, she had been cold to all boys, earning her the title of the "Cold Beauty".
But today, she was actually angry at Chen Xiaobei for snatching red envelopes!
This was a dangerous sign!
Lan Mengchen shook her head vigorously, trying to calm herself down.