179: Chapter 178: Teaching You a Lesson 179: Chapter 178: Teaching You a Lesson “You…
you little weasel,” Xiao Ran pointed to Song Yun, ready to explode with curses, but the class president interrupted him, signaling everyone to stay quiet and then picked up a phone call.
After a lengthy “uh-huh” and “alright” on the phone, he finally hung up.
The class president poured himself a glass of water and said with a smile, “My cousin said he’s also in this club having dinner with someone else, and knowing I’m here hosting a reunion, he plans to come over and have a couple of drinks with us later.”
“Young Master Qian is coming?” Xiao Ran exclaimed with surprise.
“Classmates, when Young Master Qian comes later, you all must open your eyes wide and take a good look.
Only people like Young Master Qian are truly high-profile socialites, completely different from some so-called weasels.”
Song Yun almost scoffed at these words.
Damn it, can’t these disgusting villains come up with some new lines?
It’s like he’s grown calluses from hearing the same things over and over.
The dishes arrived, and the drinks were served; the interesting class reunion had officially begun.
Song Yun and Li Shishi sat together, looking helplessly at all the boastful people around them.
Can’t you guys come up with something new and creative to brag about?
Stop dragging up those old stories.
Didn’t you see that the person opposite you just told the same stories, though with different characters?
The content was practically the same.
Although the meal was tasty and the drinks went around, Xiao Ran never causing any trouble to Song Yun.
Instead, he switched tactics, giving Song Yun sinister looks, those green eyes seemingly plotting some evil scheme.
Song Yun didn’t care, ready to face whatever moves you have, and if all else fails, let’s make it fair with a martial arts competition that entertains the crowd and establishes who’s the victor.
Just as Song Yun and Li Shishi started chatting about first going to ‘hn,’ the door was pushed open, and in came a man dressed in a suit wearing a luxury watch.
“Sorry, the folks upstairs were too enthusiastic; it was hard to get away,” Qian Zimo had just finished speaking with a smile when he saw Song Yun sitting there, looking at him with a playful expression.
He was startled.
This man, who haunted him in countless nightmares, how could he be here?
Damn, Qian Zimo did not want to see him again—a single encounter could shorten his life by ten years.
It’s undeniable, due to the last incident, Song Yun had left an indelible shadow in Qian Zimo’s heart.
“It’s fine, Cousin, it’s great that you could come,” the class president said with a smile.
Qian Zimo, unable and unwilling to care what anyone else said, rubbed his face and forced a perfect smile, walking towards Song Yun.
But halfway there, he saw Song Yun subtly shaking his head.
Understanding the gesture, Qian realized Song Yun wanted to keep a low profile and not stand out too much.
But having walked halfway, it felt fake to just change his path forcibly, and even without greeting Song Yun, observant people would suspect something was off.
So Qian Zimo continued walking forward, but when he reached Song Yun, he didn’t speak to him, and instead, grinned at Li Shishi saying, “President Li, it’s been a long time, I apologize for not going outside to meet you.”
Li Shishi looked slightly startled—she didn’t recognize this man.
But feeling Song Yun squeeze her hand gently, she understood that this man wasn’t here for her.
She straightforwardly replied, “Today, I just came to attend a class reunion, and there’s nothing important happening.
However, people here really admire Young Master Qian, saying he’s a top figure in Sunan City.”
“Ah, I’m really nothing; I’m just squeezing through life among everyone else,” Qian Zimo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, even as he cursed inwardly at those who had been singing his praises in front of Song Yun.
“Cousin, you really are a formidable figure in our Sunan City.
You don’t have to be so modest,” the class president said, adjusting his glasses flatteringly.
“Exactly, Young Master Qian, I saw you at a charity event in our Sunan City.
You were extremely generous then—it was impressive how well you treated the lady next to you,” Xiao Ran jumped into the conversation, completely missing Qian Zimo’s increasingly cold gaze.
Inwardly, Qian Zimo had cursed Xiao Ran, and his ancestors eighteen generations deep—though he couldn’t curse the class president, given they were sort of family.
Damn it, this kid really knew how to draw hatred towards himself.
At such a young age, why doesn’t he learn to behave?
Is gossiping behind others such a glorious thing?
“In our Sunan City, there are many even more powerful figures than me, whose presence you’re not even aware of.
If you ever find out about them, you’ll regret the words you said today,” Qian Zimo said icily.
However, his cool demeanor was taken by Xiao Ran and the class president as modesty.
Xiao Ran was about to say something more, but a chilling glare from Qian Zimo shut him up.
If he kept his mouth shut, perhaps the matter would pass, and Qian Zimo could have a couple of drinks with everyone and then leave, and everyone would be happy.
But Xiao Ran, aiming to create a new level of stupidity, acted like he was digging up a grave, revisiting a topic that others had left behind to nitpick.
Such people were the most annoying.
Xiao Ran cleared his throat arrogantly and said, “Mr.
Song, didn’t you say you didn’t know someone named Qian Zimo?
Look, isn’t this our Young Master Qian here?
You were so boastful when you said that earlier; why can’t you say anything now?”
“Idiot,” Song Yun muttered under his breath.
You really can’t read the room, can you?
Didn’t you see Qian Zimo’s eyes almost popping out?
Yet here you are, still trying to redirect the hatred towards me.
Ah, should I call you stupid, dumb, or naïve?
“What did you just say?
I didn’t hear you clearly,” Xiao Ran mockingly cupped his hand over his ear.
“I said you’re an idiot, really, you’re such a scoundrel, willing to let me insult you in front of so many people,” Song Yun retorted disdainfully as he sipped his water.
“You son of a…” Xiao Ran’s words were cut off as Qian Zimo slapped him across the face.
Qian Zimo glared coldly at Xiao Ran and stated, “Mr.
Song is not someone you lowlifes can insult.
He doesn’t bother with you because he’s broad-minded and also because you’re too filthy for him even to want to bother.
But why do you keep provoking him again and again?
Do you think I don’t know what you’re plotting inside?”
“Ah, he’s just a child who doesn’t know any better; why get angry with him?” Song Yun said smilingly.
“His behavior is like a tiny Chihuahua barking at a giant elephant.
Do you think the elephant would bother to strike over such a minor irritation?
We live in a lawful society; we don’t operate like the times before liberation anymore.”
“Mr.
Song is correct; my mindset is still not high enough,” Qian Zimo admitted humbly.
“Zicheng, come over and greet Mr.
Song.
Such a character stands at the top of our societal pyramid.
All those lords you’ve been hanging out with are nothing but trash, only good for drinking with you.”
“Mr.
Song, hello,” Yin Zicheng stood and respectfully greeted Song Yun.
Song Yun sighed and said, “Today, I just came to attend a plain and simple class reunion with Shishi, but who could have expected so many complications to arise?
Ah, the current atmosphere at reunions is so displeasing, with everyone being opportunists, such as someone attempting to drag others down for their selfish desires.
But in the end, they didn’t succeed, did they?”
“As to such people, I can only offer this poem as advice—’Good and evil will see retribution, Heavenly Dao makes its rounds; if you don’t believe me, look up and see, who has ever been spared by heaven?'”
“Great poem!
Mr.
Song, you really are a literary master, a living Li Bai or Du Fu,” Qian Zimo exclaimed fervently as he clapped.
“Young Master Song truly is an all-around talent, I am thoroughly impressed.”
“That’s enough, stop flattering here.
We haven’t even enjoyed today’s meal.
Let’s go,” Song Yun said, standing up first and then leading Li Shishi out of the private room.
Qian Zimo followed closely, fleeing the room as if escaping a calamity.
Yin Zicheng watched Xiao Ran holding his face, still looking dazed, and sighed.
Patting his shoulder, he said, “Now do you understand what kinds of figures you should not provoke?
You probably didn’t expect Song Yun to have such strength.
Honestly, I didn’t either.
But that’s how society works—the strong prevail, and the weak get weeded out.
Consider today a lesson for you.
Next time, try to see the true nature of people.”