Ye Tian nodded. Mo Yu, standing behind him, felt annoyed but kept silent, watching what he would do.
The man who spoke clearly seemed to be the leader of the six, his demeanor not that of a common man, if not wealthy and powerful, at least he was evidently more refined than the others.
"Hello, I’m Chen Yu. Can we be friends?"
It’s said not to hit a smiling face. Before any inappropriate actions from the other party, Ye Tian saw no reason to make an enemy. He naturally extended his hand, "Ye Tian."
The people behind Ye Tian were quite dissatisfied with his attitude. Not to mention that in the Imperial Capital, Chen Yu was one of the few who excelled in both literary and martial skills, he also stood out amongst the younger generation. This unknown man hastened to act, which not only disappointed them but even Chen Yu felt ashamed.
Chen Yu’s pursuit of Mo Yu was well known. Leaving aside the backgrounds of the Chen and Mo families, just their appearance, personality, and shared interests alone matched so well that no one thought a third party could be more suitable for them. But here was Ye Tian, shamelessly proclaiming himself as Mo Yu’s boyfriend.
What are brothers for if not to stand up at crucial moments?
"Kid, do you know who you’re talking to?" Another man, who had his arm around a woman, stepped forward.
Ye Tian glanced at him. A chubby little guy, typically either rich or powerful, probably a pampered only child.
"All who are here to meet Yu are friends, why bother distinguishing each other. If we are to make friends, let’s go somewhere to have a drink. If not, exchanging a few words and going our separate ways would be even more pleasant."
Mo Yu looked at him, her eyes revealing an indefinable mindset. Her first impression of this man was that of a desperate outlaw, one who recklessly takes risks without thinking of the consequences. That time on the highway in Tianhe City, this guy, using some tricks, conned her out of her red Ferrari and then raced recklessly on country roads, smashing his own car but not himself. And now, here he was again, right in front of her, declaring himself as her boyfriend, which was clearly intended to embarrass her. Thinking of this, Mo Yu got angry. It’s bad enough causing trouble yourself, why drag her into it?
She had no idea that Ye Tian involved himself with these people entirely for her sake.
Chen Yu observed Ye Tian. Though dressed simply, the unique aura about him was unmistakeable, especially the commanding presence and the arrogance of someone who believes they are second to none, almost a mirror image of himself, even stronger in some aspects. This aspect made Chen Yu regard this young man with a bit more respect.
"Since you are Mo Yu’s boyfriend, it’s unavoidable that we’ll be together for a while. Look, I have just reserved a table at Beiping Restaurant for a banquet in honor of Mo Yu. Since everyone is here and we are all friends, let’s not be too formal and just enjoy together. How does that sound, Brother Ye?"
Ye Tian smiled slightly, "It’s not up to me to decide. Let’s ask Yu."
Whipped by his wife? Embarrassing? No, no, no. Although it may sound embarrassing verbally, in reality, no one would think such a man is weak or incapable. On the contrary, such a man would be well-liked by most people, as these men are usually family-oriented and responsible. Who says a man whipped by his wife is unmanly? Ye Tian is not.
Mo Yu glanced back at Ye Tian, her eyes clearly telling him to go back quickly and not to provoke these people.
Actually, Ye Tian really miscalculated this time. He thought Mo Yu would be like her sister, a broad-hearted and down-to-earth woman. Even if not that broad-hearted, at least someone worldly-wise. But Mo Yu was not; she was the kind who didn’t shun away from trouble. No, rather, she was still a little girl. It’s often said big-chested women are brainless, and in this regard, Ye Tian somewhat agreed. But this little one lacked ample bosom yet her lack of brain was quite sufficient.
Mo Yu stepped forward, asking, "What do you want to play? Let’s play together."
Damn, Ye Tian almost cursed out loud.
So it’s not you who’s uppish!
Hearing Mo Yu’s words, Chen Yu, who had been keen to gauge what sort of man Ye Tian was, found her words playing right into his hands, "We were just about to provide a welcoming feast for Miss Mo, so since that’s settled, let us just go along."
Ye Tian’s headache worsened. Seeing that Mo Yu, she looked utterly smug.
Perhaps she had boundless confidence in Ye Tian or her perception of him had swelled to unimaginable proportions; she resolutely agreed to the other party’s seemingly reasonable but actually unreasonable provocation.
Ye Tian now believed even more that this young lady was merely venting her anger on him. From the moment he took her car, she had harbored resentment towards him, wanting to make him look foolish even if not for her own sake. This guy wasn’t inferior to her sister at all. Suddenly, Ye Tian began to understand Old Man Mo’s reason for having him pick up Mo Yu; with one Mo Yan starting to vie for control over the TV station and adding a Mo Yu, would his days ever be peaceful?
This old man! Ye Tian started to grind his teeth.
"Brother Ye, let’s go."
Mo Yu walked ahead, and Ye Tian had no choice but to follow. As they chatted while walking, Ye Tian learned that these six - three men and three women - were not couples except the other two pairs. Chen Yu and another woman were just friends, but by the tone of their conversation, the woman seemed to have aspirations to cling to Chen Yu. However, Ye Tian didn’t dare to make more assumptions about it.
They reached the airport exit, where several very ordinary cars were parked. The most expensive one was just a Volvo, the other four were common Volkswagen and Hyundai models. Ye Tian was all the more attuned to these people now.
If these were just some wealthy second-generation kids driving brands like Ferrari, Aston Martin, and Bugatti, it would just be some bullies dependent on their parents. But seeing the cars they drove and their composed expressions, Ye Tian realized he had encountered some genuinely clever people.
In reality, the rich second or third generations are not as foolish or brainless as described in novels.