The Man In Rage novel Chapter 123

"So what if you can afford branded perfume? So what if you can afford rare tea? The things you are proud of are completely worthless in my eyes!"

"Moreover, whether I am worthy of Mu-Cheng or not is a matter between us alone. What does it have to do with you?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"What right do you have to find fault with Mu-Cheng's and my relationship?!!"

Ye Fan's tone was sinister and his face cold. He spoke articulately and his words resounded like rocks hitting the ground. As he dished out his rebuttals one after another, they stabbed into Su Qian like knives.

And each time he spoke, Ye Fan took a step forward. His presence was even more overwhelming than ever. And at the end, his anger exploded with a scream.

Su Qian was so frightened by Ye Fan's anger that her face turned as white as sheet. The panic was evident in her face and, finally, she fell off her chair because her body was shaking too badly.

Before this, Su Qian had not imagined that a low-born nobody like Ye Fan could actually display such presence and authority.

Ye Fan's words, especially, had made her feel as if she was being enveloped by danger.

It was as if the person standing before her was not a humble live-in son-in-law, but an influential and powerful bigwig.

Su Qian was shocked. She could not understand how a country bumpkin could give her that impression.

After saying his piece, Ye Fan walked away, leaving behind a panic-stricken Su Qian on the floor. For a long moment, she simply sat there in a daze.

"Qian-Qian, are you alright?"

"Did Qiu Mu-Cheng's good-for-nothing husband hit you?"

"What a loser! Not only is he poor and unambitious, but he also has a lousy temper!" Both Xue Lin and Yang Qian had come downstairs when they heard the commotion.

When they saw the panicking Su Qian sitting on the floor, they hurried forward to question her.

Just then, Su Qian was starting to calm down from her shock. And when she saw Ye Fan busying himself with serving drinks in the restaurant, the panic faded away.

"How dare a mere server brag so outrageously!" she snorted angrily.

"What else can you do besides telling lies?"

"You only know how to lie to protect what's left of your dignity."

Obviously, Su Qian did not believe what Ye Fan had said earlier.

She thought that Ye Fan was only lying to protect his pride.

After all, if Ye Fan was really a somebody, then why would he work here as a server?

But, right now, Su Qian was not in the mood to stay at the restaurant. After getting up from the floor, she told her friends that she was not feeling well and bade them farewell.

"Qian-Qian, give us a call when you reach home.”

And soon, Su Qian left. Only Yang Qian and Xue Lin remained behind to continue their reunion dinner.

It had barely started so the pair were not in a hurry to leave. They chatted desultorily and always ended up talking about this or that classmate.

They talked about the classmate who had become the boss of his own company and the one who had become a deputy county mayor but, most of the time, they talked about the class belles who had gotten married to their Mr. Rights.

Back then, our class had the greatest number of beauties. And Mu-Cheng was also the school's beauty queen. Everyone thought that Mu-Cheng would definitely be the one to marry the most successful man and live the cushiest life. But look at her now. She married the worst man and is the worst off among us. You can only say that she is not destined for a good life." Yang Qian put on a show of feeling sorry for Qiu Mu-Cheng but, in reality, she was feeling rather pleased.

Xue Lin, on the other hand, sighed regretfully. He truly regretted that he had failed to make Qiu Mu-Cheng his woman. If he had succeeded, then she would not be suffering right now.

Overwhelmed by his feeling of penitence, Xue Lin drank several glasses of wine in succession.

He truly felt sorry for Qiu Mu-Cheng.

As Yang Qian and Xue Lin were talking, a commotion broke out downstairs.

Both of them looked down and saw an ingenuous-looking young woman standing before a visibly angry man. The plate she had been holding in her hands was now lying smashed on the floor. And judging by the oily stains on the man's clothes, it was obvious that the young woman had just bumped into him while she was carrying the food.

"Damn!"

"Are you blind?"

"How could you just run into people like that?”

"You can't even carry a plate properly! What the hell can you even do?"