Chapter 6: Try it if you don't have money

"Oh, I see, no wonder."

"You buy so many gifts for Qin Xueli, yet you're unwilling to buy even a single piece of clothing for yourself. You really are a good person."

"Qin Xueli, when you come across a man like this, you really must cherish him!"

Although these words seemed to be encouraging Qin Xueli to cherish him, Xinxin and Angela spoke with such heavy sarcasm that they were saying the complete opposite.

Qin Xueli felt a bit anxious.

She had asked them to come along to help her block alcohol, but now they were turning the tables on her?

Are these even real best friends?

As expected, best friends are made of plastic.

Once they see a good man, they don't care about friendship anymore.

Although it wasn't an outright robbery, it was no different from one.

When they were out shopping, Qin Xueli had told Zheng Qian that she felt quite embarrassed about him buying her so many things and wanted to buy him a decent outfit, but Zheng Qian had refused, rejecting her very firmly. What could she do?

She couldn't just force it on him; that wouldn't be right either.

But now, these people were using this situation to corner her.

"Oh, I don't really have any requirements for clothing."

"Besides, Qin Xueli said she wanted to buy me an outfit. Don't look at my clothes as being a bit worn out; they are actually very comfortable to wear."

"Qin Xueli, why don't you join me on the dance floor for a while?"

Zheng Qian could easily see what Xinxin and Angela were thinking.

However, Zheng Qian didn't have any good feelings toward these two, so he took the initiative to help Qin Xueli out of the awkward situation.

[Favorability + 10]

Qin Xueli's Favorability toward him immediately shot up by 10 points.

"Okay." The two stood up and entered the dance floor.

Although Qin Xueli didn't come often, she had been to bars and nightclubs plenty of times. She couldn't say her dancing was skillful, but she knew the basics.

However, in front of Zheng Qian, she had to pretend that she rarely went clubbing and wasn't very experienced.

"How is it? Can you still drink?" Zheng Qian asked while swaying to the music like everyone else.

If Qin Xueli could still drink, he would have the salesperson bring over another set of 'Divine Dragon' later.

"Hmm... If you haven't had enough fun, I'll keep drinking with you."

"Good."

Zheng Qian never even dared to dream that Qin Xueli would say something like that to him.

Usually, Qin Xueli was an extremely cold girl. Only rich, handsome men could melt the frost on her face. To someone like him, a 'loser', she wouldn't ignore him, but he was basically just a passerby, with no interaction outside of work.

Now, she was acting like a well-behaved little kitten, saying that if he hadn't had enough, she would keep drinking with him.

What did this mean?

Even if she had reached her limit, she would still drink just to keep him company.

Is this what the happiness of the wealthy feels like?

If it were the old Zheng Qian, he wouldn't have been able to imagine this at all!

"I'm sweating. Let's go down and rest for a bit."

"Okay."

When the two returned, Zheng Qian saw that a strange man had sat down in their booth.

His eyebrows were neatly groomed, and he wore makeup on his face, accentuating his cheekbones to make himself look a bit handsome.

This man was sitting at about the same distance as Zheng Qian's original spot, holding a wine glass and whispering to Angela. Their eyes were hazy, and if they had been any closer, they would have been kissing.

This made Zheng Qian very unhappy.

Damn it, you didn't even say hello, you drank my alcohol, sat in my seat, and are even hitting on my girl? What is the meaning of this?

Zheng Qian was a bit angry.

Although he didn't have any feelings for Angela, and Angela wasn't his girl, the booth was booked by Zheng Qian, the alcohol was bought by Zheng Qian, and the people were brought in by Zheng Qian.

This was completely disregarding him.

If someone doesn't hold you in any regard, they will commit all sorts of offensive acts against you.

Apart from that man, there was actually a small part of the reason that lay with Zheng Qian himself.

Even though he was rich now, he didn't have the aura to command his own territory.

So, he decided to be more assertive.

Qin Xueli also noticed the situation between Angela and the man at the booth.

She secretly glanced at Zheng Qian's face, wanting to see what he would do.

Zheng Qian just narrowed his eyes, his face as calm as water.

This surprised Qin Xueli a bit.

At the booth, Xinxin made eye contact with Zheng Qian and quickly pinched Angela's waist.

Angela also realized something was wrong and quickly pulled away from the man.

At this moment, Zheng Qian brought Qin Xueli back.

"Who is this?" Zheng Qian asked.

"Ah, this is my friend, Chen Feiyu. I didn't expect to run into him here, so I pulled him over for a drink." Angela introduced him to Zheng Qian, taking the opportunity to make an excuse.

"This must be Young Master Zheng. I'm Chen Feiyu." Chen Feiyu quickly stood up from the booth, proactively lowering his stance to introduce himself to Zheng Qian.

After all, what he had just done was indeed a bit inappropriate, and he didn't know if Zheng Qian had seen it or not, so it was better to be humble.

"A friend, eh? Then sit down." Zheng Qian sat back in the main seat.

He called the salesperson over: "Bring me another set of 'Little Divine Dragon'."

After swiping his card, there was no system cashback, as it wasn't spent on a woman.

When the 'Little Divine Dragon' arrived, there was no dry ice smoke, the music didn't stop, and there was only a three-second spotlight.

Qin Xueli was actually a bit surprised.

If it were anyone else, they might have already started cursing and gone up to beat that man up or kick him out.

Back at the office, Zheng Qian had always been an honest, unassuming person; calling him timid wouldn't be an exaggeration.

He actually had this kind of backbone and magnanimity?

He didn't kick anyone out, didn't hit anyone, and instead even ordered a 38,888 'Little Divine Dragon' set for Chen Feiyu.

In her eyes, Zheng Qian's performance was remarkably brilliant.

"Ah, I didn't expect Young Master Zheng to think so highly of me. I must toast Young Master Zheng."

Chen Feiyu raised his glass to toast Zheng Qian and downed three cups in a row.

"Did you come alone?"

"Yes, alone. Just arrived."

"Then that's perfect, sit down and drink with us."

"Young Master Zheng is mighty! Then this little brother will respectfully accept, I'll crash your table."

Chen Feiyu didn't sit next to anyone, taking the seat at the very edge.

He didn't know what Zheng Qian's background was, so he didn't dare to offend him.

But one thing Chen Feiyu knew: Zheng Qian was definitely richer than him.

Next, they continued playing dice.

After drinking a few rounds, Zheng Qian asked: "Feiyu."

"Yes?"

"What is your relationship with Angela?"

Chen Feiyu's heart tightened, and his expression shifted slightly.

Angela also frowned.

This question touched on privacy to some extent; asking such a question directly was indeed a bit too offensive.

But Chen Feiyu didn't dare not answer.

"Um... I used to work in short-video operations; I was barely Angela's boss. She was someone I recruited."

"I see..." Zheng Qian nodded thoughtfully.

Immediately after, Zheng Qian asked again.

"Then, have you ever used your power to force yourself on Angela?"

If everyone were on equal footing, saying this would likely lead to a fight, or perhaps even having a glass of wine splashed in his face.

Everyone frowned, but no one dared to show anger.

"No, Angela and I are just ordinary colleagues. Although she doesn't work under me anymore, we are just normal friends. It's definitely not what you are imagining, Young Master Zheng." Chen Feiyu quickly waved his hands, explaining.

Zheng Qian could tell from his expression that he was obviously lying; otherwise, how could he have taken so long to answer and been so stuttering?

"What about other girls?"

"None either..." Chen Feiyu was sweating profusely.

"Oh."

Zheng Qian felt great inside.

This was much more satisfying than having security guards beat Chen Feiyu up.

At a drinking table, if a man doesn't drink, I tell you to drink, and you have to drink it even if you have to grit your teeth.

At a dinner party, if I tell a girl to dance to liven things up, even if you are incredibly reluctant, you have to grit your teeth and dance for me.

Offending others is also a manifestation of power.

Try being poor, and if you run into someone with a short temper, it's normal for them to flip the table on the spot or smash a bottle over your head.

These two people probably hated Zheng Qian a lot right now, but they still had to smile at him. When Zheng Qian raised his glass, Chen Feiyu and Angela still had to smilingly accompany him.

Try being poor?