At dusk, the kitchen staff at Dongfeng Restaurant in Shibao Town was bustling with activity because their boss was about to meet with someone who could save their business.
Today, Li Fuyou was full of vigor, no longer showing any signs of previous disheartenment. Success or failure would be determined tonight.
He had made all the preparations, and was determined to bring that person over to his side.
"Amo, is the kitchen ready?"
"Young master, everything is ready. Don’t worry, we are just waiting for the guest to arrive."
While the two were waiting in the private room, Xiao’er suddenly ran in, flustered, "Young master, young master."
"What’s the matter?" Li Fuyou’s brow furrowed. If Dongfeng Restaurant was to turn things around, everyone would need to be retrained. How could they treat guests so nervously?
"Young master, it’s—it’s..." Xiao’er continued to stutter without getting the words out.
"It’s the former Young Master of Dongfeng Restaurant who has come." Xiao’er finally managed to say what he needed to say all in one breath.
"What?" Li Fuyou rose from his seat in surprise, slapping the table. Why would he come at such a crucial time?
As far as he knew, over two months ago, Li Fugui had left the Yang Family Village without a trace.
"Throw him out," Li Fuyou said without any courtesy. Today was the day he was meeting with an important figure, and he couldn’t allow any disruptions.
"Yes, young master." Xiao’er responded and started to back toward the door, but as soon as he stepped out, he bumped into Li Fugui who was coming in, "Ouch."
Looking up and seeing Li Fugui, Xiao’er became so frightened that he started to stammer again, "Young—Young master."
At this moment, Xiao’er did not know whether to refer to the current young master or the former one, so he quickly ran away.
Seeing Li Fugui barge in, Li Fuyou’s eyes became cold, and he spoke icily, "What are you doing here?"
Li Fugui did not speak but instead started striding toward Li Fuyou, the airs of his once noble status seemingly returning with each step.
He looked at Li Fuyou with a casual smile and said lightly, "My dear brother, I have returned."
At these words, Li Fuyou felt an ominous premonition, as the tone reminded him of how he used to speak to his brother.
"You’re not welcome here. Leave immediately," Li Fuyou said with urgency, wanting Li Fugui to leave quickly so as not to delay the arrival of his guest.
Instead of leaving, Li Fugui grabbed a chair and sat down, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upwards as he said, "Didn’t you want to see me? Now that I’m here, you want to drive me away? Is this how you treat your guests?"
At this statement, Li Fuyou was stunned, his complexion instantly turning ashen, "It’s you who have been helping Yuelai Restaurant." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel~fire~net
Even though he already had his answer, he couldn’t help but voice the question.
Li Fugui looked at Li Fuyou, smiling knowingly, "Indeed, it is me."
Li Fuyou glared at Li Fugui, his fists clenched at his sides. He was shocked by this revelation; his big brother, who seemed not so sharp, was unexpectedly this cunning. They had never known about this side of him before.
His brother’s presence here was not to help but to relish in his misfortunes. He realized he had been completely played.
He now wanted to keep his reputation outside and the predicament of Dongfeng Restaurant hidden from the brother he had once brought to ruin.
"Heh," Li Fuyou suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Now that Big Brother has seen my outcome, you can go back."