"Young Master Wu, let's skip the pointless talk."
Chen Xiaobei asked, "You're pursuing Mengchen? Did you go to the school to pick her up today?"
"I asked her, but she said she had things to do and didn't let me come over," Wu Junfan replied.
"Hehe, do you know what she went to do?" Chen Xiaobei grinned.
"No idea," Wu Junfan shook his head and asked, "Do you know?"
"Of course I do."
Chen Xiaobei pointed to his head and said, "She took me to get a haircut. This hairstyle was done by her personal hairstylist."
"Hmph, stop bragging. Mengchen's personal hairstylist isn't just anyone—even I can barely get an appointment with him," Wu Junfan curled his lips, completely disbelieving.
"Don't believe me? Look at this." Chen Xiaobei took out a business card and handed it over.
"T-This is Miranda's business card! Mengchen really took you to get a haircut? How is that possible?" Wu Junfan was instantly dumbfounded.
"Not just a haircut—she also bought me this suit."
Chen Xiaobei smiled playfully: "This suit alone costs 80,000 yuan! I told her not to buy it, but she insisted on giving it to me. I had no choice but to reluctantly accept it."
Uh...
Wu Junfan's expression froze, suffering a million times critical damage to his psyche, just one drop of blood away from collapsing.
But wait—Chen Xiaobei immediately delivered a final blow: "By the way, Young Master Wu, has Mengchen ever given you a gift?"
"N-No... she hasn't..."
First blood! Wu Junfan was completely defeated!
His handsome face twisted, and he felt an urge to spit blood. He was supposed to be Qingteng's number one hunk! Yet this guy had outshone him!
Chen Xiaobei looked at him playfully, snickering inwardly. Not to target anyone, but when it comes to pretending and slapping faces, everyone here is garbage!
"Young Master Wu! What are you doing? Why's your face green?" At that moment, a familiar voice came from afar.
A group of young rich second-generations walked over.
Leading them was Wen Feng, who had spoken.
"Oh, nothing."
Wu Junfan, being well-mannered, composed himself and introduced: "Young Master Feng, come meet a new friend. Let me introduce you..."
"Hmm?"
Wen Feng and Chen Xiaobei were enemies meeting—hostility flaring instantly. Wen Feng scoffed: "No need for introductions. I won't remember some lowlife like him anyway."
The other rich second-generations, all Wen Feng's followers, immediately joined in the mockery.
"How did this lowlife sneak in? He's definitely not from our circle."
"Look at him dressed up like a poser—did he rent that suit?"
"Go call security! If he's not on the guest list, kick him out immediately! He's ruining everyone's appetite just by being here!"
They took turns humiliating Chen Xiaobei.
"Chen Xiaobei is my invited guest. As for you few, tagging along with Wen Feng to freeload, behave yourselves! Otherwise, all of you get out!"
At that moment, Lan Mengchen walked over.
She wore a purple long dress with her hair tied up, revealing her jade-like neck—elegant and intellectual.
Her voice was cold, carrying her usual authority, exuding a hint of queenly aura!
"Miss Lan..."
The rich second-generations tensed up, like mice seeing a cat, immediately shutting their mouths and daring not even breathe loudly.
"Mengchen, you're here..."
Wen Feng unconsciously put on a lecherous expression, staring at Lan Mengchen's graceful figure, almost drooling.
Lan Mengchen ignored him completely, walking to Chen Xiaobei's side: "Xiaobei, let's go."
"Mengchen, I..." Wu Junfan tried to say something.
Lan Mengchen cut him off: "What about you? I always thought you were a good person, yet you just stood there watching Xiaobei get bullied without helping! I'm disappointed in you!"
With that, she took Chen Xiaobei's wrist and walked away.
"I..."
Wu Junfan froze, nearly tearing up.
He and Chen Xiaobei had exchanged fewer than ten sentences—was it really that strange he didn't help?
Moreover, Lan Mengchen had rushed over before he even had a chance to intervene!
Wu Junfan felt utterly wronged—he was suffering in silence...
Everyone around was shocked beyond words!
"Who the hell is this Chen Xiaobei? Miss Lan is defending him like that!"
"And Lan Mengchen is pulling him toward the inner rooms—what does that mean?"
"Damn it! Wu Junfan and I haven't even touched Mengchen's finger! Why does that lowlife get to!" Wen Feng gnashed his teeth, wanting to pounce on Chen Xiaobei and fight to the death.
On the other side.
Lan Mengchen led Chen Xiaobei to a large room.
"Why did you bring me here?" Chen Xiaobei asked curiously.
"My grandma is inside," Lan Mengchen said.
"Oh, to greet the birthday star—of course, that's proper." Chen Xiaobei quickly straightened his clothes and hair, looking very solemn.
"Wait a minute first."
Lan Mengchen bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then said seriously: "I want to ask you to read my grandma's fortune."
"Why is that?" Chen Xiaobei was surprised.
"My grandma has always been healthy, but her vitality suddenly declined recently. We took her to the hospital, but the doctors said everything is normal..." Lan Mengchen explained.
"Science can't find the cause, so you want to try metaphysics?" Chen Xiaobei understood immediately.
"Yes, I hope you can help me," Lan Mengchen nodded.
"No problem. Leave it to me—I'll handle it properly," Chen Xiaobei grinned.
Then the two walked inside.
The room had an antique Chinese design, with all rosewood furniture.
There was a screen at the entrance, and a brass incense burner in the center, emitting a pleasant fragrance.
Stepping into the room felt like traveling back to ancient times.
Chen Xiaobei was slightly surprised but not overly shocked—Lan Mengchen had mentioned her grandma liked antique items.
"Is that you, Mengchen?"
On a recliner, Lan Mengchen's grandma was resting with her eyes closed. She sat up slowly upon hearing the noise.
The old lady was over eighty, and as Lan Mengchen had said, her vitality was extremely weak. She looked emaciated, as if she hadn't eaten properly in a long time.
"Grandma, this is my friend Chen Xiaobei. He specially came to wish you a happy birthday," Lan Mengchen said.
"Hello, Grandma! I wish you fortune as boundless as the East Sea and longevity as eternal as the Southern Mountain!" Chen Xiaobei smiled, bowing respectfully to the old lady.
"Sweet child, sweet child. Stand up, don't be shy," the old lady smiled kindly, but her voice was weak.
"Hmm!?"
As soon as Chen Xiaobei stood up, his heart suddenly tightened—he discovered something terrifying!