A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 43 A Thoughtful Gesture

"You bastard! One day, you will completely disgrace our family~"

In the dining hall, the Qius continued to hurl abuse at Ye Fan. And Master Qiu was so worked up that

his whole body was trembling. As he watched his family's live-in son-in-law make a spectacle of

himself, he got so enraged that he nearly choked to death.

Nobody had noticed that, at the moment of Ye Fan's appearance, the Shens' demeanor had turned

more respectful. And just then, the Shens were escorting him with eyes that were filled with piety and

reverence, as he walked toward the stage.

At that moment, however, the great dining hall of the hotel was filled with the noise of clamor and

ridicule.

And two men were walking on the red carpet leading to the stage.

One of them was the most excellent son-in-law of the Qiu family, the husband of the fourth Qiu

daughter, Qiu Mu-Ying. He was also the son of Chu Yang, the boss of Yangtian Real Estate. Chu Wen-

Fei was someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

To Qiu Mu-Ying, her husband was the son of a multi-millionaire. To Wang Qiao-Yu, Chu Wen-Fei was a

most excellent son-in-law. And in the eyes of the Qius, he was the Mr. Chu who was so powerful that

even the Shens had to toady up to him.

It could be said that, in the Qiu family, Chu Wen-Fei's light was so dazzling that no one else could

measure up to him. Even though he had only just become their son-in-law mere days ago, he was

already in a pre-eminent position within the family.

Qiu Guang, the eldest Qiu brother, had declared that Chu Wen-Fei was the son every parent hoped for.

The attitude of the Qiu family showed just how much they respected and appreciated Chu Wen-Fei.

If Chu Wen-Fei was the one who brought glory to the Qiu family, then Ye Fan was

their shame.

All the Qius were scolding and ridiculing Ye Fan, as he made his way toward the stage. Wang Qiao-Yu

and Qiu Mu-Ying even came up with all sorts of insults to mock him. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

They laughed at his humble background, his plain clothes, his misapprehension and his

shamelessness.

At that moment, Ye Fan had become the shame of the Qiu family.

But Ye Fan ignored their jeering.

He continued to walk slowly and composedly along the red carpet, giving off the impression of being an

unstoppable glacier. As Ye Fan looked forward, his eyes were calm and impenetrable. At that moment,

the Qius had no idea just how powerful he was.

"Idiot. He's an idiot."

He's just like a moron!

"How did our family get a son-in-law like him?" Qiu Guang roared in anger.

"You are just a useless piece of trash. A country bumpkin. How dare you compete against my

husband?" Qiu Mu-Ying's eyes were filled with ridicule as she looked at Ye Fan.

"Are you worthy?”

"You are overestimating yourself!"

Master Qiu was so worked up that his whole body was trembling with rage. "You bastard! Are you not

coming back? Are you trying to shame our family?"

Meanwhile, Qiu Mu-Cheng was so worried that her eyes had turned bloodshot. She was ready to burst

into tears. "Ye Fan, why are you doing this? Even though you are not as capable as Chu Wen-Fei, I

have never looked down on you. So why are you acting like this?"

A stream of rebukes erupted from the Qiu camp.

By then, Chu Wen-Fei had already noticed Ye Fan. Disdain filled the former's eyes as he said

mockingly, "Is this fellow an idiot?"

"You really think you are Mr. Chu?"

"Mr. Shen was calling for me. You are just a low-born piece of trash. And you have no status. How are

you going to compete with me?"

Chu Wen-Fei smiled smugly as he looked at Ye Fan in contempt. And then he continued to stride down

the carpet in high spirits.

They were both sons-in-law of the Qiu family. And they were both human beings, doing the same

things. But what Ye Fan received for his efforts was very different from Chu Wen-Fei's rewards.

Chu Wen-Fei was getting praise, flattery and respect from the Qius.

On the other hand, the Qius were ridiculing, mocking and insulting Ye Fan.

Sometimes, whenever Ye Fan thought about how the Qius were treating him, he could not help but

think: why?

But why was he being treated differently from Chu Wen-Fei, even though they were doing the same

thing?

Could it be because, compared to Chu Wen-Fei, I am just a commoner of humble birth?

But then, that means you people are just blind fools who cannot recognize me for what I am.

A person's birth or family background mattered little to Ye Fan.

After all, even a top Yunzhou tycoon like Shen Jiu-Yi was just a small fry in Ye Fan's eyes. So a nobody

like Chu Wen-Fei did not even register on his radar.

Meanwhile, the Qius continued to mock and scold him. But in the face of all his attackers, Ye Fan

remained composed. He continued walking forward and his expression did not falter. It was as if he

was a small boat sailing on a stormy sea.

No matter how strong the wind blew and how hard the rain fell, the boat remained undisturbed.

There is a saying. If the world slanders you, bullies you, insults you, underestimates you, harms you or

cheats you, then you should endure the bullying, give way to them, let them be, avoid them, respect

them or ignore them.

And then, take a look at those who wish you harm!

Just like that, amidst the scolding voices of the Qius, Ye Fan and Chu Wen-Fei reached the stage, one

after the other.

Perhaps Chu Wen-Fei was the faster walker, because he was the one who reached Shen Jiu-Yi first.

At that moment, Shen Jiu-Yi was standing quietly on the stage. In his hands, he was holding the box

containing the twentymillion painting. It had already been carefully rolled up and placed in a

sandalwood box earlier.

He held on to the box with both hands, as if he was prepared to hand it over to Mr. Chu at a moment's

notice.

Shen Jiu-Yi was, after all, the boss of Qianyi Corporation, so it was only natural that his authoritative

presence would overwhelm Chu Wen-Fei. It was the latter's first encounter with a tycoon of Shen Jiu-

Yi's calibre in close proximity. So Chu Wen-Fei could not help but feel nervous.

But even though he was nervous, Chu Wen-Fei managed to squeeze a smile on his face. He then

proceeded to thank Shen Jiu-Yi. "Hahaha-"

"Mr. Shen, you are really standing on ceremony. I find it difficult to reject your overwhelming kindness."

"Don't worry. I will treasure this painting. I will not dull its lustre."

"As for my father, you have nothing to worry about. I will definitely put in a good word for you with my

father."

Chu Wen-Fei laughed heartily. And while he was greeting Shen Jiu-Yi, he stretched out his hand

impatiently to take possession of the twenty-million painting.

Ying-Ying, are you excited?

You are going to become a multimillionaire!

"Haha~"

When Wang Qiao-Yu and Qiu Mu-Ying saw Chu Wen-Fei standing on the stage, they nearly went

hysterical.

The other Qius were also full of envy and, one after another, they heaped praises on Chu Wen-Fei.

"Wen-Fei is so capable!"

"Qiao-Yu, you have found a good son-in-law. Ying-Ying, you have found a good man."

"Congratulations."

"Don't forget us when you make it into the big league-"

The Qius were full of good cheer.

Qiu Mu-Ying had a smug smile on her face, while her mother was grinning like a Cheshire cat. As for

Chu Wen-Fei, he could barely contain his excitement. The moment he had finished speaking, he was

already reaching impatiently for the painting.

But, unexpectedly, a heavy sound rang out from the stage.

A frowning Shen Jiu-Yi had just kicked Chu Wen-Fei to the floor.

"Ouch~"

Chu Wen-Fei let out a scream when his face hit the floor.

"Who is this bastard!"

"This is my gift to Mr. Chu! How dare a lowly scum like you covet it?"

"Guards! Where are the security guards? What are you doing? How dare you let these riff-raffs come in

here? If you anger

Mr. Chu, just killing all of you won't appease his anger!”

"Quick! Throw this moron out!"

Shen Jiu-Yi frowned as he cursed angrily. And his screams of rage reverberated through the air.

After kicking away Chu Wen-Fei, Shen Jiu-Yi and his son stepped forward and bowed to Ye Fan. "Mr.

Chu, please accept the painting."

Their tone was most respectful, as if both father and son were just insignificant specks of dust.

Ye Fan nodded. "Mm, I can see that you have given this some thought."