410: Chapter 399: Your Name Is Not on the Roster 410: Chapter 399: Your Name Is Not on the Roster “Of course, that kid struts around as if he owns the place, acting like he’s some hotshot deity.
I can’t stand that kind of attitude,” Qingluan complained bitterly.
“If anyone in our sect was like that, I would’ve tossed them into Heavenly Pond to cool off a long time ago.”
“Impressive,” Song Yun praised.
While Song Yun and Qingluan were chatting, Li Shiwan secretly took an invitation list and said, “Boss, this is the Xu Family’s invitation list.”
Song Tianli knew that everyone present was either rich or noble, so he started flipping from the second page and didn’t see Song Yun’s name even after reaching the end.
He sneered and said, “That bastard really did sneak in on his own.”
“Really?” Li Shiwan said eagerly.
“What should we do next?”
“Let’s blow this wide open,” Song Tianli said with a cold sneer.
“You’re more familiar with the people here than I am, so I’ll leave it to you.”
Li Shiwan nodded and approached Song Yun with the list in hand, saying loudly, “You still didn’t believe me when I said you snuck in.
Now look, your name isn’t even on this list.”
“Oh?” Song Yun responded in surprise.
“And so, what are you trying to imply?”
“I mean, you weren’t invited and have no respect for the rules,” retorted Li Shiwan, attracting everyone’s gaze once again, including Xu Hongxing and his group, who frowned and turned to look in their direction.
“Who is that kid?” Li Yingtian said, displeased.
“He must be a junior from some family.
Don’t worry, Song Yun won’t suffer loss in any case,” Xu Hongxing said with a smile.
“Today is really surprising, Old Man Bai here as well.
You hardly ever make an appearance.”
“I have no choice, the younger generation at home doesn’t make things easy for me, always causing troubles that I have to clean up,” Mr.
Bai sighed.
“I hope you can all put in a good word for me when I try to mediate with Song Yun later.”
“I’m confident you will come to an agreement with Song Yun,” Mr.
Li said with a laugh, implying that they would rather not get involved and it was up to Mr.
Bai to handle it himself.
Mr.
Bai, the sly old fox, certainly understood the subtext and he sighed again, “You’re fortunate, with two lovely granddaughters by Song Yun’s side, while my lot is less favorable.”
“It’s up to the kids to decide these things.
If they don’t want to, I can’t just ignore their wishes,” Mr.
Li stated.
“But your grandson is quite promising.
This time, he even managed to involve someone from the Public Security Bureau.”
“Really?” Luo Jian Country asked in surprise.
“Alas, such is the misfortune of my household.”
“Yes, your grandson was indeed reckless to provoke Song Yun.
Now, I imagine the Bai Family has been getting quite a few calls these last couple of days,” Mr.
Li said, clearly aware of the underlying manipulations.
If it was just a young master from the Bai Family, how could he possibly have the clout to involve a deputy bureau chief of the Public Security Bureau?
It couldn’t have been orchestrated without Old Man Bai’s backing.
Even if Old Man Bai hadn’t directly supported his grandson, he surely knew about it.
If a patriarch didn’t even know what his direct descendants were up to every day, the Bai Family would have declined long ago.
“Let’s not talk about this anymore.
Today is Mao Shan’s engagement celebration, let’s not bring up such unfortunate matters,” Mr.
Bai said, waving his hand dismissively.
Meanwhile, Li Shiwan, seeing Song Yun’s unfazed expression, grew even angrier.
“Are you deaf?
I said you sneaked in here.
You shouldn’t be at an occasion like this.”
“Why do you care?
The hosts haven’t said a word,” retorted Song Yun with a look of helpless resignation.
“You’re really like a dog.
I was wrong not to scare you off last time, but would you like to try that feeling again?”
Remembering the beating he’d received on the school grounds, Li Shiwan’s face contorted with rage.
“You son of a bitch, I took my lumps for what happened last time, but don’t expect to get any favors from me in the future.”
“Get lost,” Song Yun dismissed contemptuously.
“Does what I do need your supervision?
Besides, take a good look at the list, isn’t my name right here?”
The list was organized according to social status, and because of his special identity, Song Yun was placed fourth.
The three above him were none other than Mr.
Li, Mr.
Bai, and Li Yingtian.
Those three had influence beyond measure, yet who was Song Yun?
Anyone outside the province might not know him, but it just happened that such a person was ranked fourth on the guest list.
Li Shiwan, incredulous, snatched the list from Song Yun’s hands.
But when he saw the golden characters spelling out Song Yun’s name at number four, the list slipped from his grasp, dropping to the floor as his face turned deathly pale.
He felt as though the heavens were playing a cruel joke on him, a huge joke.
The significance of the list was clear, even to someone as simple as Li Shiwan, and he knew all too well what being within the top ten signified.
Only because of his father’s status was he ranked at number thirteen, while the top ten were the social elite with indescribable power.
Only then did he realize why no one had stopped his antics; they had all been watching his folly unfold.
An ant cannot shift a lion, and those who knew Song Yun’s true status were without a doubt.
“How could this be, aren’t you just a street thug?” Li Shiwan muttered, seemingly in shock, as if he couldn’t believe the reality—a reality as jarring as mocking a beggar who, when shedding his ragged outer garments, reveals a suit worth tens of thousands underneath.
“What’s wrong?” Song Tianli, noticing Li Shiwan’s abrupt stillness, walked over to inquire.
“See for yourself,” Li Shiwan, with head bowed, handed the list to Song Tianli, who frowned deeply.
When he saw Song Yun’s name at the fourth spot, he too was stunned to immobility.
“Impossible, you’re just a lowly thug,” Song Tianli protested loudly.
“Who says I’m a thug?
Could it be Li Shiwan told you that?
Ha, you actually believed him,” Song Yun laughed heartily.
It seemed Li Shiwan was quite cunning, riling up Song Tianli against him.
“No, no, that’s not it.
He’s just a thug, he’s just—” Before he could finish, someone suddenly grabbed his arm.
Turning around, Li Shiwan found his father glaring at him with furious indignation.