A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 103 The Panicking Ye Fan

"Are you... still Ye Fan?"

Outside the restaurant, by the roadside, Qiu Mu-Cheng was holding on to Ye Fan's arm. Her eyes were

filled with panic and uncertainty as she looked dazedly at the man standing before her.

She did not know why, but Qiu Mu-Cheng suddenly felt that Ye Fan had turned into a stranger. Right

now, he was nothing like the submissive live-in son-in-law whom everybody had despised.

If she had to use metaphors to describe the change, then she would liken the old Ye Fan to a spark of

fire. His light had been too weak to be noticed in this vast world.

But right now, Ye Fan was like a sun; his light was radiant and far-reaching.

Ye Fan was taken aback when he heard the question. And then, he broke into a smile.

With his lips slightly curled up, Ye Fan looked at his wife and said, "Isn't it obvious?"

"As long as I am still your husband, then I am still Ye Fan."

Amidst the sound of laughter, and under the escort of the Jiangdong leaders, Ye Fan headed into the

restaurant. Meanwhile, the intoxicating beauty was left behind, with a dazed expression on her face

and the flowing sound of her husband's laughter ringing in her ears.

After a brief moment, she burst out laughing as a look came over her intoxicatingly beautiful face; a

look that was part joy and part gratification.

Following the burst of laughter, a sudden memory came to her and she took out her phone to send Ye

Fan a text message.

You jerk. Don't forget we are going back to Yunzhou on the 3 o'clock train. I will wait for you downstairs

at 2. We will go to the station together.

If you get there first, wait for me. But if I get there before you, then you will be in trouble!!!

After sending the text message, Qiu Mu-Cheng left right away with Chen Nan to go shopping.

Sheng Tian Restaurant, VIP Lounge.

Lei San, Chen Ao and the other leaders had already taken their seats. And the seat of honor was

naturally occupied by Ye Fan.

Meanwhile, Lei Ao-Ting was kneeling on the floor before Ye Fan. Clearly, he was doing this to atone for

the mistake he had made at Madam Han's birthday banquet.

"Mister... Mister... Mister..." At his moment, Lei Ao-Ting was completely frightened out of his wits. His

whole body was shivering as he knelt on the floor and, even though his mouth had been open for a

long while, he could only keep repeating one word over and over again.

And then Li Er, who had already gotten impatient, suddenly slapped the young man in the face. "Speak

properly! Stop stammering!"

Lei San's eyes bulged in shock.

Li Er, you bastard! How dare you hit my son?

But Ye Fan was just right in front of him, so Lei San kept these words to himself.

Li Er, however, smiled at Lei San and said, "San, I got impatient at his stammering just now. So I

stepped in to teach him a lesson on your behalf. I trust you are fine with that?"

"It doesn't bother me. This disobedient brat had a death wish. He actually went and offended Mr. Chu.

He deserves to be beaten to death." But although Lei San said he was not bothered by the slap, he

was inwardly cursing away at Li Er and his entire family.

"Alright. Since you and your son have both apologized so sincerely, I will let bygones be bygones."

"Take him home and discipline him properly. If there is a next time, I shall punish him severely!" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Also, Lei Ao-Ting? As you go about your daily life, it is better to be low-key and courteous. You should

learn to be a calm and kind person. Like me. And remember this. Always keep a smile on your face."

Ye Fan looked at Lei Ao-Ting and said nonchalantly, "Do you understand?"

"Under... Under... Under..." But the latter was still stammering, and he could not get the word out.

Once again, Li Er got impatient and slapped Lei Ao-Ting. Lei San was so angry that he jumped up from

his seat and readied himself to kick Li Er.

Screw you!

Do you like hitting my son so much?

"San, calm down. Mr. Chu has already said that we should be calm, kind and always have a smile on

our face. You are a father so you should lead by example," Li Er said with a chuckle.

"You~You~” Lei San was so furious that he nearly choked to death!

"Stop it. Both of you, be quiet. Let us get down to business?"

"You have invited me here to talk about Wu He-Rong, I presume?"

Ye Fan abruptly changed the topic. Clearly, he did not want to waste time on an inconsequential

person. So after telling everyone to be quiet, he got down to business.

As he was speaking, Ye Fan picked up a cup to pour himself some tea. Lei San, who was standing

nearby, walked over to give his son a kick and a scolding.

"You silly brat! Don't you know how to read the room? Can't you see that Mr. Chu wants some tea?

Quick! Go pour him some tea!"

Lei Ao-Ting dared not make a sound.

There was no trace left of the haughtiness and majesty he had displayed at the Han's family house.

Right now, he looked just like a servant as he poured the tea for Ye Fan.

When the Jiangdong leaders heard this, they blushed with shame and turned around to look at each

other. One of them smiled awkwardly and said, "Since Mr. Chu is so forthright, there is no need for us

to beat around the bush."

"We won't lie to you. We have indeed invited you here to talk about Wu He-Rong."

"As you already know, because of Wu He-Rong, the entire Jiangdong has been thrown into chaos. In

order to deal with him, we spent an enormous amount of money to hire the Boxing King, Huo Dun, from

South East Asia. We had such high hopes for him."

"But who knew he would turn out to be such a joke?”

"Last night, through our ignorance, we have offended you. We hope Mr. Chu will be magnanimous

enough to forgive us."

Lei San smiled ingratiatingly as he asked Ye Fan for forgiveness.

Both Chen Ao and Li Er looked embarrassed when they recalled last night's fiasco. They had ignored

Ye Fan when he volunteered to help them. But now, things had come full circle and they found

themselves begging him for help.

Ye Fan laughed and said, "How could you call yourselves the leaders of Jiangdong? Look at you. You

people are so contemptible. Last night, you ignored me when I offered to help you. But today, you

people are begging slavishly for my help. Tell me. Don't you all deserve my contempt?"

"Yes yes yes. You are right, Mr. Chu."

In the face of Ye Fan's scolding, Chen Ao and the other leaders merely kept nodding their heads in

agreement. None of them dared to offer a retort.

Lei Ao-Ting, who was serving drinks at the table, became dumbfounded when he saw this.

Aren't they supposed to be the most powerful leaders in Jiangdong?

Aren't they supposed to be the richest nobility in Jiangdong?

Before today, Lei Ao-Ting would never have thought that a proud and majestic person like his father, or

Chen Ao, would act so subserviently in front of a younger man. They were all so afraid of offending Ye

Fan that they dared not make any unnecessary sound.

It was rare for Lei Ao-Ting to admire another person. But at this moment, he had nothing but the utmost

admiration for Ye Fan!

Mr. Chu, you are truly awesome.

Ignoring Lei Ao-Ting's gaze, Ye Fan continued to speak.

"At first, after last night's humiliation, I did not want to help you at all."

"But since you all have apologized so sincerely, I shall forgive you. Alright, I will help you this time."

"Tell me the time and location."

"And I will be there.”

Both Chen Ao and Li Er were his subordinates, so there was no way Ye Fan would just let them die

without doing anything to help.

And that they had shown such sincerity, it gave Ye Fan the opening to offer his help again without

looking embarrassed.

Chen Ao and the other leaders were overjoyed. They kept thanking Ye Fan and, afterward, they

handed him the letter of challenge from Wu He-Rong.

Ye Fan lowered his head and looked at the majestic gold-stamped characters that were etched deep

into the parchment.

"Fifteenth of August, on top of Mount Tai. I, Wu He-Rong, challenge all of Jiangdong to a duel!"

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled. "This Wu He-Rong. He sure loves to brag."

"But he does have the might to back up his words."

Ye Fan had seen Wu He-Rong's fist print before.

In the whole of Jiangdong, besides Ye Fan himself, Wu He-Rong was probably the only other martial

artist with such a powerful punch.

"Mr. Chu, why don't you look at the video footage again? It would be good to understand your opponent

before the fight.” And Chen Ao instructed his employees to play the video clip of the Niu family

massacre.

Although the recording was blurry, the audience was still affected by the violent and blood-soaked

atmosphere emanating from the screen.

Toward the end of the recording, they saw a black-robed man throwing a punch.

Bang-

A sound, like that of an explosion, rang out.

The punch was so strong that it blew away a bullet and killed Niu Chao-Yang instantly! As the Niu

family head collapsed onto the ground, blood spurted copiously from his wound.

When he saw this, Ye Fan jumped up from his seat. There was a never-before-seen look of

sombreness on his face. It seemed that he had just realized something dreadful.

Chen Ao and Lei San were so frightened by Ye Fan's sudden movement that they started trembling.

Everyone else at the table stood up one after another, their faces pale with worry. "Mr... Mr. Chu, what...

what's wrong?"