“Not only that, he’s also a Chinese medicine doctor now!” Fei Xiang added to Zhao Fuyang.
This kid was local, a former lackey of Zhao Fuyang back in the day. Now he was a junior manager at a company. When Zhao Fuyang returned to the country today, he naturally came over to fawn over him, so he knew what Wan Yunting had been up to in the three months since his release.
“Oh, really.”
Zhao Fuyang chuckled, feigning surprise. “Wan Yunting, you truly are something. After serving so many years of wrongful imprisonment, you can still become a doctor. You truly live up to being called a genius back in school.”
Pure sarcasm, overflowing with it!
Fang Yanxi, sitting beside Wan Yunting, her pretty face completely darkened. Just as she was about to speak for her man, Wan Yunting showed a dismissive smile, made a small gesture to her, and then turned to look at Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang, saying with a smile, “Shall I check both of you for any ailments?”
Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang were stunned. They hadn’t expected Wan Yunting to still be able to smile. This immediately irked Zhao Fuyang, who then deliberately sneered, “Wan Yunting, your Wan family has fallen. What are you still so proud about?”
“Exactly. Does being a celebrated anti-drug hero fill your stomach?”
Fei Xiang stood by, his voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery. “I heard that the salary in the Chinese medicine department at Southern Hospital is only about ten thousand a month!”
“Haha…”
Zhao Fuyang burst into laughter, looking at Wan Yunting with utter contempt. “I take friends out for a meal, and it costs more than ten thousand yuan. Wan Yunting, you’re really going downhill.”
“That’s right.”
Fei Xiang glanced dismissively at Wan Yunting, Jin Xiuwen, He Chengping, and Xue Jianchao, saying proudly, “Young Master Yang is the impressive one, having worked at Goldman Sachs on Wall Street in the US before.”
“And now he’s been hired by General Manager Jiang, a ‘Wolf of Wall Street,’ as an investment manager for Chaoting Financial Investment Group in China. His annual salary alone is millions, not to mention that Young Master Yang is the future successor to our Langxin Co., Ltd. Can you even compare?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fuyang couldn’t help but tilt his head up, looking at Fang Yanxi with a hint of pride, wanting to capture the admiring gazes of the women.
However, Fang Yanxi, Jiang Peipei, Huang Yuqing, and Lin Yanan, the four women, didn’t even glance at him.
Not to mention Jin Xiuwen, Xue Jianchao, He Chengping, and Guan Hongyu present. If compared in this aspect, they truly couldn’t match Zhao Fuyang.
After all, his father, Zhao Lang’s Langxin Co., Ltd., was considered a second-tier company in the Huadu business circles, with assets reaching billions. If nothing unexpected happened, Zhao Fuyang would be the company’s successor.
However, when Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi heard that Zhao Fuyang was now an investment manager at Chaoting Group, their expressions turned odd.
Wan Yunting seemed to be thinking: What’s with that kid Jiang Wenhao? Why is he hiring just anyone into the company!
And Fang Yanxi seemed to be thinking: Once I become CEO, I’ll definitely fire him!
“That’s enough, Zhao Fuyang. Stop showing off in front of us. Get lost and don’t bother us.” Jin Xiuwen, unable to listen any longer, stood up and tried to usher Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang away.
“Exactly. You’re ruining our enjoyment of drinking.”
He Chengping and Xue Jianchao also wore expressions of disdain, raising their wine glasses and clinking them with Guan Hongyu.
“Jin Xiuwen, you really intend to get involved?”
Zhao Fuyang maintained an arrogant demeanor, scanning Jin Xiuwen, He Chengping, and the others with utter contempt. He scoffed, “If Fang Yanxi weren’t here, I wouldn’t bother wasting my breath talking to you trash.”
*Slap!*
Jin Xiuwen slammed the table in anger and stood up, pointing at Zhao Fuyang and cursing fiercely, “Zhao Fuyang, who the hell are you calling trash?”
“This is too much.”
Jiang Peipei, Huang Yuqing, and Lin Yanan also glared at Zhao Fuyang, their eyes filled with anger. Xue Jianchao and He Chengping wore dark expressions, but they didn’t move.
Only Wan Yunting and Guan Hongyu wore calm, unperturbed smiles. It seemed neither of them had taken Zhao Fuyang seriously from the beginning, hence they were even less bothered by his words.
“Zhao Fuyang!”
Fang Yanxi’s pretty face turned cold. She stood up and said icily to Zhao Fuyang, “You’ve seen enough. Please leave. You are not welcome here.”
Zhao Fuyang’s expression sank. Seeing Fang Yanxi, whose expression was cold, still speaking up for Wan Yunting and the others made him extremely unhappy. However, he patiently said, “Yanxi, you’re the chairperson of the prestigious Fang Group. Why are you still associating with these low-class people? Come…”
As he spoke, Zhao Fuyang reached out to grab Fang Yanxi’s wrist. “I’ll take you out. Some foreign friends of mine are waiting for me downstairs. They are also senior executives of Chaoting Group. I’ll introduce you to them. Stop hanging out with this trash…”
Seeing his large hand reaching out, Fang Yanxi took a step back to dodge it. Her eyes were icy as she glared at Zhao Fuyang and said coldly, “Zhao Fuyang, do you know why I dislike you? It’s because you always act as if you’re superior to everyone else, as if the whole world has to listen to you, Zhao Fuyang!”
Zhao Fuyang’s expression froze. Looking at the angry woman, he couldn’t help but nod smugly and laugh, “Yanxi, can I consider your words as a compliment?”
“Damn it, if you don’t get out of here soon, I’ll kill you.”
Jin Xiuwen, burning with rage, directly picked up an empty wine bottle and pointed it at Zhao Fuyang, roaring angrily.
“Jin Xiuwen, what do you think you’re doing…”
Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang’s expressions tensed. They glared at Jin Xiuwen and, forcing themselves, shouted, “You dare to hit me? Believe it or not, I’ll have you sent to prison for a few years like Wan Yunting back then!”
“Damn it…”
This enraged Jin Xiuwen to the point of lunging forward, but Wan Yunting stood up and stopped him, snatching the wine bottle and putting it down. He then turned back to look at Zhao Fuyang and the others, sighing, “I suggest you two know when to stop. Don’t keep pushing your luck here. Just leave.”
“Wan Yunting, get out of the way.”
To his surprise, Zhao Fuyang pointed at Wan Yunting’s nose and yelled arrogantly, “I’ll see today if Jin Xiuwen dares to lay a finger on me… Ah…”
The next second, Zhao Fuyang let out a pig-like scream.
Wan Yunting, with an extremely impatient expression, had directly broken the finger Zhao Fuyang was pointing at his nose.
The sudden turn of events stunned Fang Yanxi, who was on the phone. Jiang Peipei, Huang Yuqing, Lin Yanan, Jin Xiuwen, Xue Jianchao, and He Chengping were all dumbfounded. Only Guan Hongyu, who remained seated without moving, looked indifferent, holding his wine and taking a sip…
“Young Master Yang…”
Fei Xiang, who had recovered, rushed over. He stared in shock at Zhao Fuyang’s broken index finger, feeling both shocked and terrified. His voice was shaky as he called out, “Wan Yunting, why are you hitting someone?”
“Ah, my finger…”
Zhao Fuyang’s eyes widened. Looking at his broken index finger, the pain contorted his face. Trembling, he roared at Wan Yunting in anger, “Wan Yunting, you dare to hit me…”
“Scram!”
The response was Wan Yunting’s domineering command.
He had already given Zhao Fuyang a chance to show off. He thought the kid would know when to quit, but he had pushed his luck too far. So, Wan Yunting decided to teach him a lesson.
“You…”
Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang saw Wan Yunting’s domineering stance, especially his sharp, wolf-like gaze fixed on them. A powerful aura, like an invisible boulder, pressed down on Zhao Fuyang’s heart, making him inexplicably feel immense pressure. He fearfully retreated step by step.
Fei Xiang’s face was tense. He was also thoroughly intimidated by Wan Yunting. Supporting Zhao Fuyang, he quickly said, “Young Master Yang, we should leave first. We’ll find someone to deal with him later.”
Zhao Fuyang’s heart was in a panic, truly frightened by Wan Yunting. He forced a nod and, swallowing hard, stammered, “Wan… Wan Yunting, you just wait. I, I won’t let you off. Let’s go…”
“Wait!”
Just as Zhao Fuyang and Fei Xiang were about to leave dejectedly, Fang Yanxi called out to them.