Chapter Seventy-Two: Quack, You Are a Quack!

Chen Xiong’s face was full of embarrassment; he was grateful he hadn’t spoken too much earlier, otherwise he wouldn’t know where to put his old face now.

“Mm.”

Chen Wenli didn’t dare raise her head anymore. Now, everyone at the banquet table was either flattering Su Zheng’s family or subtly criticizing and humiliating her. She truly couldn’t stand another moment.

Feng Qingyuan also felt there was no point in staying longer. With a cold snort, he stood up and left first.

Chen Wenli followed him, her face burning, her heart brimming with hatred and an unwilling admission that tonight, she had once again lost to Su Zheng.

Before leaving, Chen Xiong cast a furtive glance at the bracelet on Chen Muxue’s wrist. It was worth tens of millions—if only he could get his hands on it. As he signaled Chen Peng to follow him out, his mind began scheming, pondering how he might acquire that bracelet.

“Take care, big brother, haha…” Chen Jianguo, emboldened by the alcohol, called out to Chen Xiong, feeling he had finally shown himself off in front of his elder brother.

Lv Hongmei hurriedly tugged at him, signaling him to say less, worried that Chen Xiong might hold a grudge.

“Why are you pulling me? Hmph!” Chen Jianguo chided triumphantly, a look of confidence appearing on his face.

“Ah, Su Zheng, when you have time, introduce your friend to me. You’re inexperienced in networking, so let me handle it for you!” he ordered Su Zheng with pride, basking in the envious and admiring gazes of those around.

“Alright, I’ll introduce you when there’s a chance,” Su Zheng replied with a smile, though inwardly he mused that he wasn’t sure if Chen Jianguo would be able to speak coherently when meeting Li Yanjun, nervous as he’d surely be.

“Heh… May I sit here, everyone?” At that moment, a young man approached from afar, holding a wine glass, smiling gently as he asked the group.

Seeing everyone’s attention on him, he calmly took a seat and courteously announced, “I am Ye Lang from the Ye family in the capital. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

At Ye Lang’s words, a wave of exclamations swept across the banquet table.

“What? You’re Young Master Ye from the Ye family?!”

“Heavens, is this real? Young Master Ye has actually joined our table!”

“You’re too polite, Young Master Ye. To sit at the same table with you is my honor—my utmost honor!”

For a moment, everyone at the table was elated, even a little excited. Several women quickly took out their phones and used the screen’s light to adjust their appearance, anxious not to leave a poor impression on Ye Lang.

“Heh… You’re all very kind. It’s fate for us to meet—perhaps we’ll have a chance to discuss cooperation in the future,” Ye Lang replied with customary politeness, then turned his gaze to Chen Muxue.

The reason he had left the main banquet table for this one was for the sake of the woman who had stirred his heart.

As for Su Zheng beside her, Ye Lang regarded him as nothing more than air.

“As the saying goes, acquaintance grows with each meeting. We’ve met twice already—surely we count as acquaintances now? May I know your name?” Ye Lang’s handsome face exuded calm and confidence as he smiled at Chen Muxue.

Chen Muxue felt uneasy under his gaze; her cool demeanor intensified as she frowned slightly and replied, “Sorry, I’m not interested in being friends with you, nor am I your acquaintance. You’ve made a mistake.”

Ye Lang’s smile only grew at her words; he showed no sign of annoyance, rather, his expression displayed greater appreciation.

“But I am interested in being friends with you. You have no right to influence my decision, do you?” he said with another smile, elegantly raising his glass to Chen Muxue and sipping his wine.

Those at the banquet table were startled, but quickly understood.

The eldest son of the Ye family from the capital had come here for Su Zheng’s wife, Chen Muxue.

“Ahem… I think Young Master Ye is just being friendly. You shouldn’t have refused so hastily—it’s a bit rude.”

“That’s right, making friends isn’t a bad thing. You probably don’t realize how capable Young Master Ye is. He took a small, inconspicuous company public at a young age, all without family support. He’s a true rising star!”

“Come on, Young Master Ye’s toasting you—shouldn’t you reciprocate?”

Soon, everyone switched their stance again, feigning kindness as they tried to persuade Chen Muxue. Their motivation was merely to leave a good impression on Ye Lang, hoping for a chance at his favor in the future.

Chen Muxue’s brows furrowed even deeper, annoyance showing on her delicate face.

She had disliked these people from the start, and now their words only made her more irritated.

Su Zheng cast a cold glance at Ye Lang, his expression icy.

Just as he was about to speak up for Chen Muxue, his father-in-law, Chen Jianguo, spoke.

“Young Master Ye, hello. She’s my daughter, Chen Muxue, currently running a waterproof materials company. Please look after her business in the future!”

“Chen Muxue… The name is as beautiful as the person. Very nice,” Ye Lang replied, nodding slightly to Chen Jianguo, then continued to gaze at Chen Muxue with unabashed confidence, slowly offering his assessment.

Lv Hongmei frowned and tugged at Chen Jianguo. As a woman, she could clearly see the meaning in Ye Lang’s eyes. No matter how much she wanted her daughter to expand her connections, she disapproved of Ye Lang’s manner at this moment.

“My daughter doesn’t like talking to strangers. If you wish to support her business, why not leave your contact information? You can discuss things at the company later, alright?” Chen Jianguo, noticing Chen Muxue’s anger and prompted by his wife, explained again.

“Certainly. I’m about to start developing in Qingyang. Working with Muxue would be wonderful,” Ye Lang replied with a smile and directly took out a pure gold business card.

Yes, a business card made of pure gold, which he elegantly handed across the table to Chen Muxue.

“Dad! Can’t you say a bit less?!” Chen Muxue spoke coldly, her voice heavy with reproach and resentment, clearly unhappy with what Chen Jianguo had said.

“Su Zheng, you exchange contact information with him. I didn’t bring my card!” She naturally wouldn’t take Ye Lang’s card, instead looking to Su Zheng for help and deliberately raising her voice.

Su Zheng was about to reach out, but Ye Lang flicked his wrist and placed the card in front of Chen Jianguo.

“Uncle, why don’t you keep it for Muxue? Also, if you’d be so kind as to give me Muxue’s phone number, I’ll contact her directly.”

Ye Lang finally glanced at Su Zheng, his eyes full of disdain and arrogance.

Su Zheng’s expression grew colder. He felt he could no longer tolerate this—Ye Lang was clearly abusing his status, daring to behave so outrageously in front of him. This was nothing short of courting disaster.