122: A slap in the face that's neither here nor there - Part 3 (Bonus Chapter)

Inside the private room, the people who were drinking and chatting merrily were all stunned by this sudden scene, and they all looked toward the door in unison.

An Zhengyao dragged his brother along, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the startled people at the table. "Where is Jiang Ye?! Quick, come and despise this rebellious, cold-blooded bastard of a friend!"

Jiang Ye: "..."

He was completely dazed by this bizarre turn of events and weakly raised his hand with a bewildered expression.

"Uh... Brother An, what a coincidence... What's... the situation here?"

An Zhengjun wordlessly pressed his hand to his forehead, first offering an apologetic smile to the stunned crowd at the table. "I'm sorry, I apologize for disturbing your meal."

He pulled hard on An Zhengyao's arm and whispered, "A-Yao, stop messing around. Jiang Ye is..."

"You still damn well know I'm your brother?"

An Zhengyao let out a cold snort, his temper flaring. "Is this how an older brother should act?"

He turned toward Jiang Ye as if he had found an impartial judge to uphold justice. Dragging An Zhengjun along, he sat down boldly in the seat Ye Cheng had vacated, exuding a powerful aura.

"Brother! Come, you be the judge. He..."

This family drama had just barely begun when it was interrupted once again.

This time, the one who interrupted him was the "life mentor" at the head of the table, Liu Fangli.

Liu Fangli, who was originally somewhat displeased by this sudden intrusion, saw An Zhengyao's face clearly. His expression instantly shifted from irritation to shock, then from shock to unbelievable ecstasy and... trepidation.

He stood up abruptly, his knee even banging against the table with a loud "thud" because he moved too quickly.

But he couldn't care less about the pain. He leaned forward slightly, a fawning smile plastered on his face, as he asked cautiously and tentatively:

"Are... are you... Young Master An?"

Hearing the title "Young Master An," An Zhengyao's impending accusation came to a screeching halt.

He frowned and retracted his wild, playboy-like stance. He lowered his crossed leg and sat up straight. His entire aura underwent a world-shaking transformation, switching from an "idiot youth" to a "refined and noble man of high status."

An Zhengyao tilted his head slightly and glanced at Liu Fangli, his tone flat and emotionless. "You know me?"

Upon receiving confirmation, Liu Fangli was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed and scraped.

"Yes, yes, yes! Hello, Young Master An! I'm Liu Fangli from Tianying Entertainment, Liu Fangli! I had the honor of meeting you once in Dajing at the charity dinner hosted by President Li in October! I was standing not far behind President Li at the time!"

An Zhengyao's mouth twitched, and he cursed inwardly, "Damn, what bad luck."

However, his face remained impassive as he gave a faint "oh." "One of Li Jia's people."

Liu Fangli nodded incessantly. "Yes, yes, yes! Young Master An has such a great memory! Oh, I really... didn't expect to run into you here. It's been two months, and you look even more dashing than before!"

"..."

An Zhengyao glanced at his older brother, who was curling his lips as if watching a play. He snorted inwardly, suddenly losing interest in "acting."

"Get out."

The smile on Liu Fangli's face froze instantly, thinking he had misheard. "Huh? Young Master An... you... said...?"

An Zhengyao raised his eyelids, his calm gaze falling on Liu Fangli's face. He not only repeated himself but also "thoughtfully" added another word:

"Get the hell out."

He waited for two seconds. Seeing Liu Fangli still frozen in place, he frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure. "Do I need to say it a third time?"

"A-Yao!"

An Zhengjun couldn't take it anymore and scolded in a low voice, "What do you think you're doing?! Where are your manners?!"

"Oh, so you think I'm being improper and shaming the An family?"

An Zhengyao curled his lip. "Fine, then you be the 'Young Master An'! I'm sure you'll do a much better job than me!"

An Zhengjun was choked up by the remark. His eyelids twitched, but he didn't argue further. Instead, he chose to shut up, making An Zhengyao roll his eyes in annoyance.

Seeing that the people at the table were still standing there like idiots, especially Liu Fangli with his bewildered look, An Zhengyao felt his anger rise. He pulled off his leather glove and slammed it onto the table with a "smack."

"What? If even Li Jia isn't qualified to sit at this table, you think you are? Scram!"

As soon as those words came out, Liu Fangli shuddered violently. His face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat instantly poured down.

He frantically pushed Wang Jincheng and Zhao Qian, who were equally confused, his voice changing pitch:

"Go! Go, go, go! Quick! Let's get out of here!"

As he spoke, he practically scrambled out of his seat, rushing toward the door in a panic.

Although Wang Jincheng and Zhao Qian had no idea what was going on, seeing Liu Fangli's terrified reaction, they knew the young man in front of them was someone they absolutely couldn't afford to offend. They quickly got up and followed him out.

As he passed the girls who were still sitting there in a daze, Liu Fangli didn't care about his "gentle elder" persona anymore. He roughly grabbed their clothes and roared:

"What are you still standing there for! Go! Go! Get out now!"

The large group of people poured out of the private room like a receding tide.

In the chaos, Ye Cheng, who had just returned from the restroom, was also forced out by the crowd and almost tripped.

Jiang Ye blinked as he watched this dramatic scene, not quite processing it.

So that was it... the face-slap?

Wasn't it a bit too fast?

He hadn't even gotten into the mood, and it was... over?

Jiang Ye hesitated. Looking at the "Young Master An" with his overwhelming aura and Officer An next to him with a look of "I'm so done with this," he instinctively lifted his buttocks and asked with his eyes: Big shot, do I need to "scram" as well?

Seeing his movement, An Zhengyao made a pressing gesture with his hand. "Stay. If you leave, who am I going to find to judge for me?"

Then, without looking back, he shouted at the terrified group at the door, "Close the door!"

Hearing the command, Liu Fangli, who was standing at the door in a daze, hurriedly responded, "Yes, yes! Please go on, Young Master An! Go on!"

With that, he quickly grabbed the heavy handle of the private room door and slammed it shut with a "bang," locking out Ye Cheng, who had finally managed to squeeze back to the door.