Her voice was not loud, but it cut through the living room with a resounding impact, interrupting the two of them.
Luo Fei slowly suppressed his smile, a fleeting, almost imperceptible darkness flashing in his eyes.
"Do not speak while eating, do not speak while sleeping?"
Why didn't you say so just now?
Were you afraid he would expose the useless one's true colors?
Luo Yang received a warning glance from Madam Luo, and seeing as he should stop, he grumbled, "Pour me some soup. Do you have any sense?"
The servant nodded repeatedly, "Yes, young master!"
As the meal neared its end, Madam Luo handed a napkin to Old Master Luo.
Old Master Luo took it and slowly wiped his mouth. He didn't look at either of his sons and said, "You've had more contact with company affairs than your elder brother. If your elder brother doesn't understand anything, help him out. Keep an eye on the new project."
Before Luo Fei could speak, Luo Yang began to throw his chopsticks, hitting the bowl rim with a clatter.
He threw a tantrum, "Dad! Why would I need his help! I can handle it myself! I don't want his help! Everyone knows he's just watching our family!"
Madam Luo interrupted him unhappily, "Yang Yang."
If this son of hers had even a sliver of Luo Fei's deep scheming, he wouldn't be like this...
Luo Yang grudgingly quieted down under his mother's gaze.
Madam Luo withdrew her gaze, stood up, and helped Old Master Luo put on his coat. "This child is stubborn. He feels you don't trust his abilities. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him and won't let him make mistakes."
Old Master Luo responded with a simple "Mm," not showing any anger. "It's good that you have it under control."
Madam Luo glanced at Luo Yang.
Luo Yang immediately said reluctantly, "Understood, Dad."
Luo Fei watched coldly, cursing the idiot inwardly. If he were to help, wouldn't it be to clean up Luo Yang's mess?
If anything went wrong, it would only be blamed on him, Luo Fei!
After Old Master Luo left, Madam Luo said indifferently, "I have to go to work too. You two eat slowly."
Luo Yang pushed his bowl away and said sarcastically, "Ugh, I feel like throwing up just looking at his face. I can't eat anymore!"
He got up from his seat and affectionately linked his arm through Madam Luo's, "Mom, I'm a little tight on cash lately..."
Madam Luo couldn't do anything about him, so she pretended to be stern and asked, "Where's the pocket money I just gave you?"
"Oh, I spent it before... Don't you spend money when you go out, Mom! Didn't I also give you a new handbag?"
The mother and son walked away arm in arm, their voices fading.
In the blink of an eye, only Luo Fei was left at the dining table.
The servant stepped forward and asked, "Does Young Master Luo still want to eat?"
Luo Fei looked up, his eyes narrowed, his expression so dark it could drip water.
How laughable?
While he was still at the table, the servant dared to openly clear the dishes.
Without a doubt, everyone in the room had received instructions from Madam Luo, and no one took him seriously.
Luo Fei's lips curved into a cold smile, his eyes flashing with an icy glint. He repeated with an unreadable expression, "Young Master Luo?"
The servant was startled by his tone and awkwardly explained, "The Madam instructed me to. She said the Luo family only has one young master."
What a sycophant!
Luo Fei cursed inwardly, his gaze cold. Suppressing the anger in his heart, he said, "Clear it away."
The servant immediately breathed a sigh of relief as if granted a pardon.
Soon, Luo Fei was the only one left in the living room.
He looked around at everything, thinking this excellent place was wasted on this family!
Every time he returned here, it made him restless.
He had regretted countless times in his heart that he was too young and naive back then. Why didn't he poison that wretched woman to death...
If not for her, how could his mother have died so miserably!
Luo family! You owe me! I will get it back sooner or later!
One day, this entire Luo family will be under his control!
...
Early in the morning, his assistant greeted him, stuttering, "Mr. Luo, I tried to arrange a meeting for you at "Blossoming Nights," but... but... they refused."
Luo Fei's expression was not pleasant; he hadn't slept well last night. "Refused? What did they say?"
"I just said our Mr. Luo invited him for a meal. He said... unless you invite him personally." The assistant pouted, clearly unhappy. "He's quite arrogant."
Luo Fei sneered, "Give me his number."
The assistant was surprised. "You're really going to invite him personally?"
"Of course."
He wanted to see what tricks Night Wing was playing.
He dialed the number, and they soon made arrangements.
They didn't arrange to meet for a meal, but at a professional indoor rock climbing gym.
After hanging up the phone, Ye San turned to Ye Yi, "Are you really going to meet Luo Fei?"
Ye Yi, while watching cartoons on TV, tore open a yogurt lid. "Yes."
"He has ill intentions," Ye San said.
Ye Yi nodded. "It's fine, I have ill intentions too."
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Ye San didn't say anything further.
Luo Fei finished his work early in the afternoon and drove to the location.
When he arrived, Ye Yi had already changed into his safety gear.
Seeing Luo Fei, he waved and called out, "Over here."
Luo Fei turned to look. Before he could speak, Ye Yi clicked his tongue. "Shall we have a competition?"
The competitive spirit in the man was ignited. Luo Fei readily agreed, saying in a deep voice, "Compete in what?"
Ye Yi looked up. "Whoever gets to the top first will have one request granted by the other, how about it?"
This training wall was eight meters high, not short, with varying angles and moderate difficulty.
Luo Fei didn't immediately agree. He smiled subtly, "This is a bit too much of a gamble."
Ye Yi's lips curled into a smile, both roguish and wild. "What? Mr. Luo, are you scared?"
Even though he knew it was a provocation, Luo Fei still agreed.
It wasn't that he couldn't stay calm, but he had intentionally shown weakness just now.
After all, rock climbing was one of his favorite sports.
Ye Yi waited for him to change his gear, and the coach stood by as the referee.
Luo Fei quickly put on his gear, and the two stood facing each other.
He spoke first, "Mr. Ye, I won't go easy on you."
Ye Yi shrugged and flatly refused, "I don't need you to."
"Ready - Go - "
The two attacked swiftly, chasing each other from the start, neither giving way.
After a few minutes, Ye Yi glanced at him and suddenly slowed down.
Luo Fei was half a head taller than him. He looked down at the man. "Can't go on?"
Ye Yi didn't speak, firmly gripping the holds and climbing upwards.
The two maintained a close but not too close distance.
This was nothing to Luo Fei; he often went rock climbing privately and was even a VIP at this gym.
But Ye Yi clearly didn't know this.
A hint of triumph flashed in his eyes, and he shifted his gaze from Ye Yi.
He climbed upwards with his hands and feet.
In contrast, Ye Yi climbed at a steady, unhurried pace.
Seeing that there was only one meter left to reach the finish line, Luo Fei shouted down, "Mr. Ye, it looks like you're destined to lose."
"You haven't reached it yet, why the hurry?" He quickened his pace, quickly closing the distance between them.
Seeing this, Luo Fei no longer hesitated. With a burst of effort, he reached the finish line first.
"I won!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yi rappelled down the wall.
Until his feet were firmly on the ground, Ye Yi looked quite regretful. "Congratulations."
A moment later, Luo Fei descended to the ground.
While untying the rope, he couldn't hide his pride and was still a bit out of breath. "I won."
"Yes, you won," Ye Yi said sincerely.
He hadn't expected to win so easily.
Luo Fei was in a good mood. He smiled, "A bet is a bet. Mr. Ye, you have to grant me one request."
Ye Yi blinked, looking a little confused. "I grant Mr. Luo one request? Shouldn't Mr. Luo grant me one request?"
Luo Fei's face darkened. "Is Mr. Ye going back on his word?"
"No, no, no, we agreed," Ye Yi said innocently. "What exactly did I say?"
Luo Fei frowned, not knowing what trick he was playing.
His voice carried a hint of coldness. "I didn't expect Mr. Ye to be a sore loser."
"It's an injustice, am I that kind of person?" Ye Yi looked wronged, to be spoken of like that.
Luo Fei snorted coldly, gritting his teeth and repeating, "You said it yourself, whoever gets to the top first wins, and the winner grants the loser a request."
"Did I say that? I clearly said, 'Whoever gets to the top first will have one request granted by the other, how about it?' Doesn't that mean whoever gets to the top first has to grant the person who goes up later a request?" Ye Yi grinned and looked at the coach. "The coach was here just now, wasn't he? That's what I said, right?"
The coach, under their gazes, especially Luo Fei's, which seemed like he could devour people, almost broke out in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and nodded. "It seems that's what was said."
"Yes, yes, so it should be Mr. Luo who grants me a request," Ye Yi said, grinning happily.
Luo Fei's expression turned grim. At this point, he realized he had fallen into Ye Yi's linguistic trap.
At first listen, his words seemed perfectly fine.
Anyone would have assumed the meaning he intended.
Therefore, no one thought to repeat it to confirm.
Luo Fei narrowed his eyes, carefully examining Ye Yi.
The man had an ethereal appearance, with clear eyes. Dressed in a black and white hoodie, he looked more like a young university student than a CEO.
But Luo Fei would never consider him a mere university student now.
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, took a silent breath, and then smiled faintly, without a trace of anger. "I misunderstood the rules. A bet is a bet. Mr. Ye, please state your request."
Ye Yi still had that cheerful demeanor, letting Luo Fei look at him. He appeared very innocent.
"This is our first formal meeting, Mr. Luo. Let's be friends. I won't make things difficult for you. Mr. Luo can just post on Weibo with his phone."
"Post what on Weibo?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Just post that 'Lock Heart' is very good." Ye Yi unbuckled his safety gear. "It's that simple, it shouldn't be difficult for Mr. Luo, right?"
Luo Fei narrowed his eyes. His Weibo account had tens of millions of followers.
Usually, apart from work-related promotions, he also posted some daily updates. He had many active followers.
Using his account to post this message would undoubtedly be promoting Jiang Mian.
Even his rival acknowledged the TV series, so it couldn't be that bad, right?
Luo Fei's expression fluctuated. Ye Yi was indeed... calculating.
He reached out, and someone handed him his phone.
Luo Fei unlocked his phone and opened Weibo, editing the text in front of him.
Ye Yi waved his hands repeatedly. "Oh, I won't look. I trust Mr. Luo. I'll check Weibo after you've posted."
"Done," he said in a sinister tone.
Ye Yi didn't pay attention and sincerely praised him. "One must be like Mr. Luo, keeping one's word. Right! We must cooperate sometime!"