Chapter 131
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Chapter 131: How Terrifying This Guy Is!
“Xiao Xiao? Did you see someone you know?”
Jiang Qingyue was a sensitive girl and quickly noticed the shift in Ye Xiao’s emotions.
“No, just saw an eyesore of a small fry, that’s all,” Ye Xiao pouted slightly, sounding a bit sulky.
“I get it. Xiao Xiao, why don’t we switch to another restaurant? I suddenly don’t feel like eating barbecue anymore,” Jiang Qingyue offered.
“It’s fine. We’ve already waited in line for so long. If we switch places now, we might have to queue again,” Ye Xiao said. The thing she hated most in life was seeing beautiful girls fall victim to scumbags like Ye Chen.
If a playboy like Ye Chen had too many girls, then Ye Xiao would gladly take it upon herself to lighten the load for fate’s so-called chosen one.
Besides, they’d already waited in line for half an hour. If they went somewhere else, by the time they got a table and finished eating, they might miss the next scheduled event.
“Alright then,” Seeing that Ye Xiao insisted, Jiang Qingyue said no more.
“Number 98!”
Finally, after another table left, it was their turn.
After sitting down, Ye Xiao ordered beef tongue, marbled beef, and a veggie platter.
Her appetite wasn’t big—two girls like them wouldn’t be able to eat that much anyway.
Not long after they sat down, that scumbag Ye Chen walked into the restaurant with Xiao Han.
As luck would have it, they sat just across the aisle from Ye Xiao and her friend.
Ye Xiao was still contemplating how to make Ye Chen suffer and how to make the girl dislike him when suddenly—
From the table behind Xiao Han came an exclamation: “Damn! Didn’t expect there were guys this thick-skinned in the world. Total shrimp-head loser. I admit defeat, I admit defeat!”
The guy had a Douyin (TikTok) video playing. It showed Ye Chen that afternoon stealing techniques from Ye Xiao to hit on girls, and getting slapped for it. The video even included the second slap he received, edited for comedic effect.
“Let me see what’s going on,” Another guy at the table took the phone,
“Yo, trying to hit on a girl like that? Gotta say, this loser really is brave. That slap? He earned it.” Then, his eyes landed on Ye Chen’s face.
The guy from the video was right in front of them!
“Hey, doesn’t that guy look just like the brave soul in the video?”
The loud volume immediately dropped, but it was still audible to nearby tables.
The guy turned slightly, sneaking a look, “Looks like it really is him!”
Ye Chen had been feeling like his relationship with Xiao Han was about to break through a critical stage and finally move forward. But these idiots at the next table were ruining his game.
His face darkened.
“Ye Chen gege, what’s wrong? You suddenly look pale—are you not feeling well?” Xiao Han asked with concern. She had also heard the murmurs from behind, but never thought her Ye Chen gege was some shrimp-head loser.
To her, Ye Chen had always been gentle, courteous, and noble. Plus, he was the young master of the Ye family in Yanjing.
One of the famed Four Young Masters of Yanjing.
Of course, those outside that social circle knew little of Ye Chen’s identity. Publicly, the most famous among them was “Scallion Young Master,” founder of Big Cat Streaming and eldest son of the Qianda Group.
Though Big Cat Streaming had collapsed, the Scallion Young Master’s romantic exploits—changing girlfriends and dating influencers like drinking water—were still widely gossiped about.
Even now, his new girlfriends often got leaked online, and they always looked like the classic internet celebrity face he favored.
“Shh! Keep it down! Don’t let him hear!” One guy nudged his friend, pointing at Ye Chen.
“Ye Chen gege, don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous of your talent and trying to slander you,” Xiao Han said sweetly, looking every bit the devoted fangirl.
The other guys rolled their eyes—seriously, what did this shrimp-head have going for him to earn such blind devotion?
“Tongzi-jie, is that girl the female lead?” Ye Xiao asked silently.
“Beep. Target: Xiao Han. Age: 25. Extreme gold digger. Master of tea art. Romantic history: 198 partners. One of the main supporting females tied to Ye Chen’s destiny. Aside from certain degenerate fated sons, most of their love interests have zero experience before meeting them, so the system doesn’t flag them unless there’s something special,” Tongzi-jie replied.
Ye Xiao was stunned. Good grief, Tongzi-jie could even scan someone’s romantic history?
Xiao Han looked all sweet and innocent, but at 25, she was already that experienced?
Just goes to show—you can’t judge a book by its cover. The sea is wide and deep indeed.
A scumbag and a gold digger—what a perfect match.
But Xiao Han’s gold-digger nature made Ye Xiao more alert.
If a girl like that was this devoted to a man, it meant he had real power and status. With Ye Xiao’s current resources, she couldn’t afford to truly offend him… but making things a little awkward? That she could do.
With that thought, Ye Xiao pulled out her phone and opened Douyin. She scrolled briefly and easily found the video of Ye Chen looking like a shrimp-head.
She even found the mini-essay someone wrote about it earlier in the day.
She watched it several times, laughing harder each time as Ye Chen took slap after slap on screen.
Then, she came across an edited meme version—Ye Chen getting slapped in a fast loop, like some kind of Foshan Shadowless Hand. It nearly made her snort out loud.
“Xiao Xiao, what are you watching?” Jiang Qingyue asked.
“Here!” Ye Xiao pushed her phone over.
Seeing the video, even Jiang Qingyue burst out laughing.
To maximize the embarrassment, Ye Xiao turned up the volume and casually left the phone on the table, screen still on.
Ye Chen’s face turned from pale to purple—he was clearly furious.
Soon, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
Not long after, the audio from Ye Xiao’s phone stopped. She picked it up.
A message displayed: “This video contains prohibited content and has been removed.”
Good grief. Ye Xiao blinked. How terrifying this guy is!
She shrank her neck, pretending it had all been accidental. She picked up a lettuce leaf and wrapped it around a freshly grilled piece of meat from Jiang Qingyue, eating it with focus.
“Qingyue-jie, your grilled meat is delicious!”
“If you like it, eat more,” Jiang Qingyue replied happily.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen forcibly calmed himself down.
He wasn’t in Binhai to play around.
He had a cousin, lost for years.
Old Master Ye once declared: if any Ye family descendant could find this child, they would be granted 20% of the Ye Family’s shares—only for family members. Others would receive a different reward.
From Ye Chen’s investigations, that cousin was likely in Binhai.
As for Xiao Han—her family had some assets, not enough to mix in with Binhai’s upper crust, but as a socialite with good looks, she could move through elite events freely.
People like her often held key intel that others didn’t.
That’s why Ye Chen had invested the effort to date her today.
