455: Chapter 444: Idiot 455: Chapter 444: Idiot Although there were a few flies trying to spoil the meal, overall, it turned out quite well.
Song Yun wiped his mouth with a napkin and smiled, “It always feels a bit awkward to let a girl pay.
I’ll cover this meal.”
“What age are we living in?
Still playing the chauvinist, huh?
I told you I’d treat you, so of course, I’m paying.” Hao Ying pulled out a black bank card from her bag and handed it to the waiter, saying, “The PIN is six zeros.”
“Really sorry to have you spend.” Song Yun groped his pocket, thinking of having a smoke, but seeing Song Yuxue staring straight at him, he gave up the idea.
“Then next time, you can treat me,” said Hao Ying with a sweet smile.
“Do you have any plans after this?
If not, how about we go for coffee together?”
“I’ve got some stuff to handle in the afternoon.
I’ll call you some other day,” Song Yun replied.
“It’s getting late; we should head off now.”
“Let’s go out together.
I’m sure Wang Chuan will come back to harass me after you leave.
I’d rather go home and sleep than deal with that.” Hao Ying gave a sly smile.
“You aren’t going to be mad at me for using you as a shield, are you?”
“Since you’ve put it that way, how can I be mad?” Song Yun shrugged.
Indeed, when they stepped outside, they found Wang Chuan and a group of people standing at the entrance, looking like a bunch of privileged troublemakers which Song Yun couldn’t be bothered with.
“Wait up, letting you leave like this, huh?” Wang Chuan blocked Song Yun’s way, taunting, “That was a pretty long dinner.
Who knows what you were up to inside?”
“Wang Chuan, he’s my guest.
What are you trying to do?” Hao Ying glared at Wang Chuan hostilely.
“I’d advise you to be cautious unless you want me to spill all your dirty secrets to your uncle.”
“Little Ying, I was just joking.
Why get so mad over some country bumpkin?” Wang Chuan said with a forced smile, fully aware of the consequences if his dad learned about his misdeeds—it would be nothing short of a skinning.
“Then step aside.
You’ve got a whole crew here; are you planning to fight?
Don’t you know the rules of Dunhuang Hotel?”
“I do, so I wouldn’t be foolish enough to cause trouble here.
Little Ying, what exactly is your relationship with this guy?
If he’s some distant cousin or younger uncle, maybe I can tolerate it,” Wang Chuan probed.
“Sorry, are you done chatting?
I need to leave,” said Song Yun, pushing past a young man blocking his way.
“Why the hurry?
You know, inside Dunhuang Hotel you might avoid getting beaten, but it’s not guaranteed once you step outside,” said Wang Chuan, swaggering forward.
“This little sister is really endearing.
How about hanging out with me?”
“Please keep your distance,” Song Yuxue stepped back.
“Oh, don’t be shy, little sister.
I’m not a bad guy,” Wang Chuan grinned, reaching out to touch Song Yuxue’s face.
*Smack!*
A crisp sound followed.
Wang Chuan looked at his swelling arm in anger, roaring like a lion at Song Yun, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?
Do you know who I am?
Kid, you’re done for.
Don’t think being in Dunhuang Hotel will save you; even in Diaoyutai, I’d still deal with you.”
“I warned you before not to entertain any thoughts about my sister.
If you don’t want to die, then get lost,” Song Yun said coldly.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on here?
I step away for a moment, and all of a sudden, there’s trouble,” Mr.
Tom approached, peeling an orange.
“So, who was it that said they wanted to cause trouble?
Who was talking about killing?
We might not be Diaoyutai, but we still have our dignity.”
Wang Chuan, wary, took several steps back.
“Mr.
Tom, I know the rules of Dunhuang Hotel, so I’ve been restraining myself until now.
This kid is clueless.
If Mr.
Tom could do me a favor, I’ll be sure to repay you in the future.”
“Who are you?” Mr.
Tom looked at him disdainfully.
“I’m Wang Chuan, my dad is Wang Yitian.”
“Oh, if your dad came here and said this, maybe I’d listen, but who are you to make promises to me?” Mr.
Tom tossed the orange peel onto the ground.
“Besides, this gentleman is my honored guest.
Even if your grandfather were here, I wouldn’t show any favoritism.”
“Are you provoking me, Mr.
Tom?” Wang Chuan squinted.
“Thinking a mere hotel can be so arrogant?”
“Well, just so you know, I can be arrogant,” Mr.
Tom said with a grin.
“If there’s any talking to be done, have Wang Yitian come see me.”
“Alright, Mr.
Tom, you’re tough, really tough.” Wang Chuan glared at Song Yun through gritted teeth.
“Let’s go.
I really want to see if this kid can live in this hotel forever.”
“Song, although this kid is nothing special, his dad is a notable figure in Sunan.
Be careful.”
“Ha, let those who come be blocked, and those who flood be drowned.
I’m not concerned about such childish tricks,” Song Yun laughed.
“I’m leaving.
If there’s any important information, just call Zhao Yan; the price can be discussed.”
“Song Yun, should we lay low here?
Wang Chuan specifically said he would wait for you outside,” Hao Ying said worriedly.
“What’s there to fear?
Do you really think his dad can cover the sky with one hand?
If his dad can’t handle his business, what makes you think he can?”
“Brother, let’s not stoop to their level,” Song Yuxue said, pulling on Song Yun’s sleeve.
“It’s not worth it to bite back when a dog bites you.
Besides, fighting with such people is beneath you.”
“Alright, alright, we’ll do as you say.
If we’re ignoring them, let’s pretend they don’t exist,” Song Yun said, patting the young girl’s head.
No sooner had they stepped out of the hotel’s entrance than they saw Wang Chuan with about ten black-clad bodyguards standing behind him, their imposing demeanor quite conspicuous.
Song Yun couldn’t help but curse silently, What a fool, putting on such a show.
Do you really think you own this place?
It’s broad daylight, and all these eyes are watching.
If you start something now, and it gets kicked up to higher-ups, you’ll be the one at a disadvantage.