199: Chen Family Elderly

"Hiss, maybe first, let's not... not talk about this...?"

Lin Yao was panicking a little. Subconsciously, she reached out to pull back her fearless best friend.

It wasn't that she was afraid of trouble.

It was just that the scene before her had completely exceeded her ability to handle it.

On one side was a mysterious suitor who had appeared out of nowhere, handsome enough to infuriate both gods and men.

On the other side was the arrogant and overbearing Factory Second Generation classmate she had just offended.

If these two sides clashed... she didn't even dare to imagine the result.

However, while she wanted to smooth things over, someone else seemed determined to stir up trouble.

Wang Qingxuan—no, she should be referred to as "Young Master Wang" now—looked at the scene before her and almost burst out laughing.

When you were sleepy, someone brought you a pillow.

She had been worried that her "Hero Saving the Beauty" script wasn't robust enough, lacking a crucial villain to highlight her glorious image.

And hadn't one just delivered himself right to the door?

How professional!

Leaving aside everything else, when it came to provoking trouble, Wang Qingxuan was extremely familiar with it, and she rather enjoyed it.

Not only did she not stop it, but she stepped forward, subtly shielding Lin Yao behind her.

This small action drew another round of low screams from the surrounding girls.

So much boyfriend power!

"Oh?"

She looked at Chen Ruiyu, whose face was flushed and who was being pointed at by the crowd, and spoke with great interest.

"Something like this happened?"

Her voice was drawn out with a hint of playfulness, every word scratching at Chen Ruiyu's fragile and sensitive nerves like a feather.

"You're trying to lecture my person in front of so many classmates?"

The three words, "my person," were deliberately emphasized by her.

Overbearing, arrogant, and filled with unquestionable possessiveness.

Hearing this from behind, Lin Yao's cheeks burned, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

What do you mean, "your person"! We just met for the first time, okay?!

Yet, the feeling of being protected by such a handsome guy... damn it, it wasn't bad at all.

The surrounding shouts of encouragement grew louder.

"Woah!"

"Protecting his wife with dominance!"

"Chen Ruiyu just hit a steel plate!"

Every comment was like a slap, fiercely striking Chen Ruiyu's face.

He felt like he was about to explode.

His father's warnings were still echoing in his ears; reason told him he must immediately leave this place of trouble.

But being publicly humiliated by some unknown brat who appeared out of nowhere—he couldn't swallow this insult!

"Who the hell are you?" Chen Ruiyu gritted his teeth, forcing the words out, "The matter between her and me, as classmates, is none of your damn business!"

"Classmates?"

Wang Qingxuan smiled.

It was an extremely contemptuous mockery, stemming from her very core.

"Do you even qualify?"

"Parading around the school, relying on a few stinking dollars your family has—you call that being a classmate?"

"Or is your family education teaching you to use your family's name to threaten a girl?"

Wang Qingxuan's speaking speed wasn't fast, but every word pierced the heart.

With every sentence she spoke, Chen Ruiyu's face grew paler.

The fact that the person opposite could speak like this proved their influence was no less than his own.

True, even he would have to carefully consider the consequences of setting up such a grand scene.

At this point, the last bit of luck he held onto in his heart was shattered.

The other party was clearly prepared!

"What... what exactly do you want?" A tremor he hadn't even noticed crept into Chen Ruiyu's voice.

Wang Qingxuan tilted her head, a naive yet cruel expression appearing on her handsome face.

"I don't want anything much."

"I just want to tell you one thing."

She extended a finger and pointed at Chen Ruiyu from a distance.

"Apologize."

"Kneel down and apologize to my person, immediately."

Boom!

Everyone was stunned by this earth-shattering demand.

Kneel and apologize?

That's too much.

This was demanding to completely crush the other party's dignity underfoot!

Lin Yao was also stunned, and she forcefully tugged at Wang Qingxuan's sleeve.

"Don't... don't do this, it's too much..."

Wang Qingxuan didn't turn her head, but instead reached back and grasped Lin Yao's hand, squeezing it gently to reassure her.

Then, she poured all her oppressive aura onto Chen Ruiyu.

"What?"

"You don't want to?"

Chen Ruiyu was trembling all over, half from rage and half from fear.

Kneel?

In all his life, when had Chen Ruiyu ever suffered such a monstrous humiliation!

"Don't you fucking push your luck!" he screamed hysterically.

"Bully you?" Wang Qingxuan sneered, "Do you even qualify for me to bully?"

She took a step forward.

Chen Ruiyu instinctively took a step back.

This detail was seen by everyone.

The difference in status was immediately apparent.

Wang Qingxuan's airy line, "Do you even qualify for me to bully," completely shattered Chen Ruiyu's last psychological defense.

He was afraid.

Truly afraid.

The "man" in front of him, who was impossibly handsome, had too strong an aura. That innate arrogance, treating everything as nothing, was something a Rich Second Generation like him, who relied on family background to throw his weight around, could never imitate.

This was a truly influential figure.

This was the kind of existence his father spoke of—someone they needed to look up to and use every means possible to connect with.

And he had actually tried to show off in front of him just now?

Foolish.

Too foolish.

Chen Ruiyu's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

The surrounding whispers and mocking laughter stabbed at his eardrums and his self-respect.

"Kneel down and apologize."

The "man's" voice sounded again, flat, yet still carrying an irresistible authority.

Chen Ruiyu's knees went weak.

He knew that if he didn't kneel today, his fate might be a hundred times more miserable than if he did.

His father's warnings, the family's reputation... at this moment, everything was completely overwhelmed by the instinct for survival.

He closed his eyes, tears of humiliation mixing with cold sweat as they streamed down.

Just as his knees were about to touch the cold ground.

A hand—aged, yet steady as a rock—gently rested on his shoulder.

A calm and firm force transmitted through the hand, forcibly halting his descending body.

Chen Ruiyu froze, opening his eyes in confusion.

An old man wearing an ordinary Zhongshan Suit, not tall but standing perfectly straight, had appeared behind him without him noticing.

The old man looked to be over fifty, with white hair and a face covered in the marks of time, yet his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

He merely stood there quietly, possessing a mountain-like composure that instantly suppressed the surrounding noise and agitation.

"Uncle Fu?"

Chen Ruiyu subconsciously cried out, his voice trembling with relief and a hint of dependence.

This was Chen Fu, the most trusted bodyguard by his father's side.

He was reportedly a veteran who had retired from the war zone, possessing unfathomable strength, and held an extraordinary status within the Chen Family; even Chen Ruiyu's own father treated him with utmost respect.