Liu Yuebo was caught off guard. He felt a damp chill as the cold, bitter iced Americano poured all over his face.
The dark coffee flowed down his hair, soaking his upper clothes and pants. He looked both embarrassed and ridiculous.
Extremely shocked, Liu Yuebo froze, not knowing what to say or do.
Although his family background wasn’t as prestigious as Lu Zhuonian’s, he was still a well-known and prominent young master of the Liu family in Beijing. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?!
Liu Yuebo glared at Chen Zhe. “You…”
Chen Zemian finally shook his hand and dropped two brown paper coasters on Liu Yuebo’s head with a clang, cutting off whatever he was about to say.
It didn’t hurt but left Liu Yuebo utterly confused.
Not only Liu Yuebo, but everyone else was also confused. They even forgot basic etiquette and stared wide-eyed at the absurd scene before them.
Although their gazes weren’t malicious, it was harder for Liu Yuebo to accept than having coffee poured over his head.
Everyone was laughing at him!
Being publicly humiliated by someone of lower status felt like a slap in the face.
Liu Yuebo’s skin tingled, blood rushed to his head, veins bulged in his neck, his chest heaved violently, and his cheeks flushed red, purple, and blue — mixed with the coffee dripping down — his complexion looked more colorful than a painter’s palette.
He swung his hand and stood abruptly, his finger nearly poking Chen Zemian’s face. “Are you fucking crazy? Are you looking for a fight?!”
“Mr. Liu, pointing at people is very rude, and…” Chen Zemian tilted his head and said in a calm tone something that would infuriate Liu Yuebo even more, as if stating a simple fact: “You can’t beat me.”
Liu Yuebo was so furious he almost jumped up and slapped Chen Zemian. “I can’t fucking kill you?!”
The tension escalated instantly, and the crowd burst into low murmurs.
He Yinan and Xue Duo stepped forward simultaneously, trying to pull the two men apart, but they were still some distance away, and Liu Yuebo’s moves were fast. His angry slap was about to land on Chen Zhe’s face, and it seemed impossible to avoid.
Chen Zemian didn’t dodge either.
He raised his arm, firmly grasped Liu Yuebo’s wrist, and with a slight push, forced the tall and strong Liu Yuebo back onto the sofa.
Before Liu Yuebo could react, he fell back into a pool of coffee.
What just happened? Didn’t he slap Chen Zhe? And Chen Zhe pushed him down? How was that possible?
You must be dreaming.
Everyone felt it was surreal.
They watched Liu Yuebo struggle, clearly disbelieving, trying to stand again. Chen Zhe lightly placed his fingers on Liu Yuebo’s shoulder.
Suddenly, Liu Yuebo was pushed back, his shoulders pinned to the backrest, unable to break free no matter how hard he twisted.
The scene was truly bizarre.
Just one finger — long, slender, fair, with thin, translucent skin and visible blue veins in the sunlight — held the 1.80-meter-tall Liu Yuebo firmly in place.
Though immobilized, Liu Yuebo’s determination to beat Chen Zhe to death did not waver.
He leaned back and kicked Chen Zhe in the stomach.
The two were face to face, mere inches apart. The kick was full of rage and force. Had it landed solidly, Liu Yuebo might have seriously injured Chen Zhe’s internal organs.
If the slap earlier was to vent anger, this kick was meant to cause harm.
He Yinan reacted quickly and grabbed Chen Zhe’s arm, trying to pull him away.
But when he pulled, Chen Zhe wasn’t there!
Where did he go?
He Yinan suddenly looked up, pupils contracting behind his glasses, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
Chen Zhe remained calm, lifted his foot, and stepped down, pressing on Liu Yuebo’s knee to counter the kick.
Leaning forward slightly, Chen Zemian pressed his middle and index fingers on the hollow of Liu Yuebo’s sternum. Liu Yuebo instantly felt suffocated and weak, losing the strength to speak, struggle, or strike.
Before Liu Yuebo’s buttocks even left the sofa, he slumped back, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, eyes wide with shock as he looked at Chen Zemian.
One stood while the other sat, with Chen Zemian’s shoe sole resting on Liu Yuebo’s thigh.
Chen Zemian looked down at him with lowered eyes. Though expressionless, he radiated an indescribable arrogance.
Arrogant and aggressive.
“I told you, you can’t beat me,” Chen Zemian said slowly and softly. “Want to try again?”
Liu Yuebo: “…”
Easy to say — but how the hell could he try?
Everyone exchanged bewildered looks, dizzy from the rapid series of events, unsure what to do next.
He Yinan patted Chen Zemian’s shoulder. “Chen Zhe, let’s talk this over.”
Chen Zemian nodded. “We should talk nicely.”
He Yinan was kind-hearted and one of the rare good guys among the young masters. He had also helped Chen Zhe before when he was in trouble.
Chen Zemian gave a slight nod to He Yinan, loosened his legs, releasing Liu Yuebo, wiped the coffee off his collar, and said nonchalantly, “Mr. Liu, a dirty mouth is a disease that needs treatment.”
Liu Yuebo was still in shock and instinctively leaned back when Chen Zemian raised his hand.
“Don’t be afraid,” Chen Zemian chuckled. “Today, I’ll treat you to iced coffee to cool your fever. Next time I hear you talk nonsense, I’ll tell you to drink more hot water.”
Everyone: “…”
What the hell? Is Chen Zhe crazy?
He’d never acted like this when ridiculed before. Could this be the legendary silent eruption?
This is terrifying!
Chen Zhe had a handsome face and a sweet smile like a blooming peony. But this contrast between his gentle appearance and terrifying actions was even more frightening.
It felt like his whole mental state was off.
Not just slightly wrong, but dangerously unhinged — crazy enough to be exempt from criminal punishment.
As they say, crazies fear crazies. Young masters and young ladies are noble and proud but also cherish life and fear death. Who dares provoke a madman? If eight cups of hot coffee had really been poured on him, even if Chen Zhe’s skin was peeled off afterward, at that moment, the only one suffering would be him!
Chen Zemian pulled out two tissues and handed them to Liu Yuebo. “Wipe your face.”
Liu Yuebo took the tissues, fingertips trembling slightly — whether from cold or fear, he wasn’t sure.
Chen Zemian smiled. “Say thank you.”
Liu Yuebo was really scared. “Thank… thank you.”
“You’re a good boy as long as you realize your mistake,” Chen Zemian said with satisfaction, leaning over and staring at Liu Yuebo. “Will you scold me again in the future?”
Liu Yuebo quickly shook his head.
Chen Zemian laughed.
Great! Another day of convincing people with reason. I have successfully corrected Liu Shao’s bad habit of swearing.
Chen Zemian turned and walked toward Xue Duo.
Like Moses parting the sea, the people on both sides of Xue Duo scattered.
Xue Duo took a step back unconsciously, cursing these cowardly friends in his heart and thinking, I didn’t curse Chen Zhe, so why is he coming for me?
Chen Zemian hooked Xue Duo’s sports bracelet and shook it.
Xue Duo suddenly had an idea and admitted his mistake: “I shouldn’t have thrown the bracelet to you. That was so disrespectful.”
Chen Zemian tilted his head in confusion. “What are you talking about, Mr. Xue? I actually wanted to ask what kind of coffee you want.”
“I don’t want any anymore, Chen Zhe. Suddenly I’m not thirsty,” Xue Duo pressed his sports bracelet and turned to look at everyone else. “Does anyone else want a drink?”
Who dares to drink?
Xue Duo’s question hung in the air unanswered.
Chen Zemian said, “Then I’ll just buy whatever I want.”
Xue Duo grabbed Chen Zhe and invited him to sit in a quiet corner away from the crowd. His attitude was as gentle as a spring breeze, as if soothing a ticking time bomb: “I’ll buy it. What do you want to drink? I’ll buy it.”
Chen Zemian couldn’t help laughing. “Iced Americano, please.”
Xue Duo said repeatedly, “Okay, iced Americano is good, iced Americano is fast. Would you like any snacks?”
Chen Zemian shook his head.
Xue Duo felt as if he’d been pardoned and quickly retreated with his sports bracelet.
Chen Zemian found it so funny he couldn’t help laughing out loud.
When others heard him suddenly laugh for no apparent reason, they thought he was mentally ill and didn’t even dare to look at him.
The rest area fell silent for a long time.
Chen Zemian had become the uncrowned king of this area.
As soon as Xiao Kesong came off the stage and walked into the rest area, he smelled the rich aroma of coffee in the air.
Chen Zhe sat alone in a corner, while the others sat in groups of three or five on the other side.
This situation was very common before. They couldn’t play with Chen Zhe, and Chen Zhe felt uncomfortable sitting with them.
But today… it seemed Chen Zhe wasn’t the awkward one.
After waiting for so long, Xiao Kesong finally showed up. All the second-generation young masters looked at him with indescribably complicated expressions.
The atmosphere was a bit weird.
At that moment, Xiao Kesong’s phone vibrated slightly. Someone in the second-generation group was @-ing him:
[Mr. Xiao, help me. Can you please keep your little brother under control? He seems crazy.]
Xiao Kesong typed with one hand:
[You’re crazy.]
After sending the message, Xiao Kesong frowned and looked at everyone unhappily.
These people were so boring. They bullied Chen Zhe while he was away and said bad things about him in the group.
That was too much.
Xiao Kesong opened the group chat and skimmed through the chat history while walking toward Chen Zhe.
The name of the second-generation group was [Share the Happiness, Leave the Group When in Trouble]. When the group was first established, there weren’t many people — just a few who were close. Later, the group grew larger and larger, and now had more than 200 members, some of whom were particularly chatty. Xiao Kesong found the message notifications annoying, so he turned on “Do Not Disturb.” He usually didn’t read messages and only checked when someone @-ed him.
Entering the group, he saw they were indeed discussing Chen Zhe.
After reading several pages, Xiao Kesong roughly summarized what they were saying and felt a little confused.
Chen Zhe spilled coffee all over Liu Yuebo and beat him up?
That must be fake.
If you’re going to lie, make it more believable. How could Chen Zhe hit someone?
In the group, someone @-ed Xiao Kesong, saying: Mr. Xiao, is Chen Zhe possessed by something? He’s so scary. He wasn’t like this before.
Some people also made sarcastic remarks: Chen Zhe was a marginal figure before, but now he’s popular in front of Mr. Lu. Young Master Liu has run into trouble; he should just accept his bad luck.
Xiao Kesong frowned and typed: You guys are free to make up stories, but can you at least make them believable? Chen Zhe doesn’t look like someone who can fight. He can’t even argue.
Everyone in the group fell silent at the same time.
Xiao Kesong was right. Chen Zhe didn’t look like a fighter.
But he was really good at fighting.
Although his movements were small from beginning to end, those few moves pressed Liu Yuebo onto the sofa and held him there repeatedly. Liu Yuebo tried several times to stand up but couldn’t.
Is this still a fight?
It was simply witchcraft!
Words were not enough to prove it, so someone posted a secretly taken photo in the group.
From the side, it was a little blurry, but you could barely make out Liu Yuebo. His clothes were covered in dark brown stains, his hair wet and clumped, making it look like he’d been doused with coffee from head to toe.
There was a small figure in the photo, even less clear, but from the back it was definitely Chen Zhe.
Both appeared in the same picture.
A picture proves the truth.
Moreover, Liu Yuebo has a quick temper. If it was fake, there’s no way he wouldn’t have jumped out to refute it by now.
Xiao Kesong sat down next to Chen Zemian. “Did you spill coffee on Liu Yuebo?”
Chen Zemian was editing some new gun parameters with his head down. Hearing this, he casually replied, “Well, my hand slipped.”
His hand slipped.
Xiao Kesong replied seriously in the group:
Chen Zhe didn’t mean it. Let’s just let it go.
After these two messages, the group was silent for five seconds.
Several people present put down their phones and looked at Xiao Kesong at the same time.
They really wondered what kind of mental state Xiao Shao was in when he typed such a sentence.
Are you haunted by Chen Zhe?
Please wake up, Mr. Xiao.
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