"I don't need to pretend!"
Chen Fan said calmly, his face filled with immense confidence.
"Hmph, it seems you've become addicted to pretending! I'd like to see how long you can keep it up."
Xu Shaolin was even more disdainful. He quickly took out a pen and, with a flourish, signed a check for one million yuan, tossing it at Chen Fan's feet as if it were scrap paper.
"Can you see the zeros on it?"
Chen Fan merely glanced at it indifferently and lost interest.
But his expression only made Xu Shaolin more displeased. He put on a condescending air and said mockingly, "If you let your woman spend a night with me, this money is yours!"
Whoosh—
As soon as the words fell, the private room erupted.
This was an attempt to utterly humiliate Chen Fan!
Everyone looked at Chen Fan.
Their eyes were filled with contempt, indifference, and schadenfreude…
Only pity was absent!
"One million…"
Admittedly, Su Yingxia was tempted.
With that money, she could completely escape her predicament.
Moreover, Xu Shaolin came from a good family and was quite handsome. A night of indulgence wouldn't be a loss for her…
"Heh, you think this money is a lot?"
Chen Fan smiled faintly, looking at Xu Shaolin as if he were a vagrant.
"Hmph, what, still pretending?"
Shirley, swirling her wine glass, exuded superiority. Seeing Su Yingxia, whom she had always envied, being priced like a commodity, she felt an unspeakable joy.
Seeing Chen Fan ignore her, Shirley finally turned to Su Yingxia and said sarcastically, "Su, the campus beauty, you should make your good-for-nothing husband think carefully. One million a night, this cuckold's hat is quite a bargain. Don't be foolish!"
"Hahaha— it's just one night, what's the big deal!"
The others in the private room joined in the teasing.
"Yeah, maybe you'll even become a stepfather, what a profitable deal!"
"Hurry up and pick it up! It's a million, not a hundred yuan. Such an opportunity is the blessing you've cultivated in your past life!"
Taunting voices flooded Chen Fan's mind, constantly provoking his nerves.
The next moment.
Chen Fan took a step, then another, walking towards the check.
He bent down, reached out—
At this moment, everyone became excited.
"Look, this loser actually agreed!"
"Hoo hoo, the campus beauty is still the campus beauty. Even as a married woman, she's worth a million for a night of pleasure!"
"This deal is worth it! Chen Fan, you've hit the jackpot!"
To everyone's eyes, Chen Fan had definitely agreed to the deal.
Su Yingxia, on the other hand, felt disheartened.
As expected, Chen Fan was a spineless loser!
But one million for a night was still a good deal for her.
However, the next second.
"Riiip—"
Huh?
To everyone's surprise, Chen Fan directly tore the one-million-yuan check to shreds!
He even scattered the torn pieces on the floor!
"Chen Fan! Are you looking for death?"
Xu Shaolin felt insulted and leaped to his feet, turning to Su Yingxia: "I was going to help you, but look at your loser husband? What's the meaning of this?"
"Since he doesn't appreciate it, I don't need to be a gentleman!"
Before Su Yingxia could react, the enraged Xu Shaolin grabbed her clothes.
"Riiip—"
A corner of Su Yingxia's evening gown was torn, revealing a glimpse of her black lace lingerie.
Then, Xu Shaolin embraced Su Yingxia's slender waist.
Su Yingxia struggled a little, then stopped moving, seemingly having "resigned herself."
Everyone in the private room stared, their tongues clicking and their faces eager to watch a show.
Not a single person stepped forward to intervene, nor did anyone dare to.
"Dare to disrespect me, Xu Shaolin? I'll take care of your wife right now!" Xu Shaolin sneered with a sinister expression, "This is the price of offending me!"
Su Yingxia, held tightly by someone in broad daylight, and in front of Chen Fan?
What a sarcastic scene!
For a man, this was an even greater humiliation!
Everyone looked at Chen Fan with nothing but endless indifference and mockery.
Poor people would never understand the arrogance of the rich!
Just as Xu Shaolin was about to push Su Yingxia onto the sofa.
But at this very moment—
Chen Fan, who was considered a loser, moved!
He shot out like an arrow released from a bow, grabbing the crystal ashtray on the table.
His expression was blank, the atmosphere somber.
In an instant, he was behind Xu Shaolin.
The crystal ashtray was raised high.
Under the flickering lights, it became even more dazzling.
In full view of everyone, it slammed down forcefully towards Xu Shaolin's head—
"Clang!"
The crystal ashtray struck Xu Shaolin's head heavily.
"Ooh—"
The intense pain caused Xu Shaolin's teeth to clench, and he couldn't help but groan.
The pampered young master of the Xu family had never suffered such indignity.
Anger, coldness, and malevolence converged into fierce gazes, finally settling on Chen Fan's impassive face!
"Blood? Ah—"
Someone suddenly cried out, and the private room exploded.
"He's bleeding! Young Master Xu is bleeding!"
"Chen Fan! You've gone mad, you lunatic!"
Su Yingxia's eyes were filled with terror. She clenched her fists, her back already drenched in sweat. She timidly glanced at Xu Shaolin, then shrunk her neck and pointed at Chen Fan, cursing him loudly:
"You, you, how could you hurt Young Master Xu?"
"Do you know the power behind Young Master Xu? How can someone so distinguished be provoked by you?!"
Su Yingxia burst into tears as she spoke.
She never imagined that the always cowardly and useless Chen Fan would dare to injure Xu Shaolin!
If Xu Shaolin made a move, not only would Chen Fan be finished, but the entire Su family would suffer because of Chen Fan's ridiculous actions!
She was angry, she hated him, and she wanted to appease Xu Shaolin's wrath as soon as possible.
"Bastard—"
"You dare to lay hands on me?"
Xu Shaolin covered his bleeding head with a tissue and got up from the sofa in a disheveled state.
As the young master of the Xu family, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Following Xu Shaolin's roar, the atmosphere in the private room gradually became heavy, and everyone consciously fell silent, daring not to speak.
Chen Fan completely ignored the raging Xu Shaolin and looked at Su Yingxia, whose face was not looking well. He slowly said, "Xiaxia, there are some things I've kept in my heart for three years."