A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 122 You Are Not Worthy of Her

"Didn't you go back to the countryside to see your mother?"

"Why did you come here to do a servant's job?"

"Quick, get out and go home!"

"Mu-Cheng will lose face if people finds out about this!"

At first, Su Qian was surprised to see Ye Fan. And then, she started to lash out at him.

Ye Fan glanced at her, but said nothing. He simply turned around, went back downstairs and continued

to help Li Xiao-Hong deliver the beer and wine.

"Qian-Qian, is that server really Mu-Cheng's husband?"

"She must have been feeling very pessimistic when she married a guy like that?!" After Ye Fan's

departure, both Yang Qian and Xue Lin turned to question Su Qian with looks of disbelief and surprise

on their faces.

"So he's actually a server?”

"He is too low-class, isn't he?"

"Mu-Cheng is even more worse off than my nanny. At least my nanny's husband has a proper job,"

Yang Qian exclaimed unbelievably. When she finished speaking, she burst out in mocking laughter.

And the disdain she felt for Qiu Mu-Cheng could be clearly seen in her eyes.

"You never know what the future holds. To think that the school beauty who was always in the limelight

would be living such a wretched life after falling from her throne. Qian-Qian, you go talk to her. If she

keeps living with such a man, then she will end up living a life that is completely different from ours.

When that happens, she won't even be able to hang out with us."

Yang Qian's words sounded like she was showing concern for Qiu Mu-Cheng but, in reality, she was

just mocking the latter. And her tone was, in fact, filled with a sense of superiority.

In her eyes, Qiu Mu-Cheng, the person who was formerly the favored young lady of the Qiu family and

the belle of the school, had already faded from the spotlight. That has-been no longer had any right to

associate with upper-class ladies like herself.

Of course, Su Qian knew what Yang Qian was getting at. But the latter had been speaking the truth. A

person's financial well-being dictated his or her social circle.

If Qiu Mu-Cheng refused to see the error of her ways and continued to stay married to Ye Fan, then

she would find it difficult to associate with well-off young ladies like themselves in future.

"No, I can't allow Mu-Cheng to continue down this path of error."

As she spoke, Su Qian got up and went downstairs.

At this moment, Ye Fan was still helping Li Xiao-Hong with her beer and wine deliveries.

"Do you have time? Let's talk for a bit." Su Qian walked over to Ye Fan, accompanied by a waft of

expensive perfume.

Ye Fan nodded as he looked at the fashionably-dressed young lady before him, and followed her to

where she wanted to go. She was Qiu Mu-Cheng's BFF after all, so Ye Fan had to show her some

respect.

Su Qian sat down at an empty table and ordered two cups of tea.

After taking her seat, Su Qian whispered to Ye Fan: "Do you like the scent of my perfume?"

Ye Fan had no idea why she would suddenly ask him a question like that, so he merely nodded

courteously and gave an affirmative grunt.

"Do you know what brand this is?" Su Qian asked again. And without giving Ye Fan the opportunity to

answer, she continued with her monologue. "The brand's name is Creed. It is a luxury brand adored by

European royalty, politicians and celebrities. Creed only accepts fifteen personal orders every year. The

cheapest bottle costs thirty thousand American dollars and every collection they have released is a

legend in itself."

"Well, this type of perfume is not well-known even among the upper-class, so it is normal for you to not

know its name."

Su Qian continued to speak slowly, while Ye Fan remained silent. But a slight frown could be seen on

his forehead.

"Ma'am, here is your tea."

Just then, a server arrived with Su Qian's tea. After accepting her cup, she took a sip and asked, "And

this tea, do you know what type of tea is this?"

Once again, she did not give Ye Fan the opportunity to answer and continued to talk by herself.

She felt that there was no need to wait for an answer.

In Su Qian's opinion, a country bumpkin like Ye Fan would not know anything about expensive perfume

or tea.

There was no such thing as equality in this world after all. A gap would always exist between the rich

and the poor.

Take the Creed perfume for example. Ye Fan had probably never heard of the name before, let alone

smelled it.

This was the gap between them.

"This is the Wuyi tea. And the one I have ordered is a highly-prized version of Wuyi tea, also known as

Da Hong Pao."

"They only produce less than a hundred catty of the tea each year. It's priceless. Unless you are one of

the power elites, it is almost impossible for you to know what it tastes like.”

"But the people in my social circle can afford to drink this tea several times a year."

From the beginning to the end, Su Qian was speaking in a tone filled with disdain and a sense of

superiority.

She had said all that in order to make Ye Fan back off on his own; to make him realize the gap between

himself and the upper-class folks like Qiu Mu-Cheng.

Su Qian was smiling lightly as she sipped her tea. She was looking at Ye Fan at the same time, and This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

waiting for the look of defeat and self-abasement to appear on his face.

But she was left disappointed. Ye Fan kept his composure throughout their conversation, and he

remained unstirred like the calm surface of a lake. Her words did not seem to have the slightest effect

on his demeanor.

Su Qian frowned and put down her tea cup, the unhappiness evident in her eyes.

"I have already said a lot. Don't you understand what I am getting at," she said coldly.

"Your marriage with Mu-Cheng was a mistake to begin with.” "You are of humble birth and a nobody.

The biggest thing you have ever seen is probably your family farm back in the countryside. And your

worldview is probably limited to the few miles around your farm. And now that you have married into

the Qiu family and moved into the city, you are limited to the most menial jobs, such as being a server."

"But Mu-Cheng is from a wealthy family. She graduated from a good school. Whether it is family

background, academic knowledge or level of refinement, there is a wide gap between the two of you."

"And Mu-Cheng is a very talented lady. In future, her accomplishments are not going to be limited to a

small place like Yunzhou. If she marries into a rich family and gets her husband's support, her sphere

of influence would expand to Jianghai, or an even bigger city."

"The both of you belong to two different worlds. Have you not seen the difference between you and Mu-

Cheng during your three years of marriage?" "Let her go. Leave Mu-Cheng. Stop pestering her."

"Her life is supposed to be bright and full of promise. But now, because of you, she is living in the dark

shadows," Su Qian said coldly. As she talked down to Ye Fan, her tone was filled with the disdain she

felt toward him.

From the beginning, Su Qian had never approved of Mu-Cheng's marriage to Ye Fan. In the past, she

had not been able to do anything because she was living abroad. But now that she was back, she had

to terminate this erroneous marriage. Because she was Qiu Mu-Cheng's BFF.

Within the restaurant, the hubbub around them continued unabated.

Some of the diners were offering their toasts. Some were laughing with each other. Others were

sighing deeply as they drank. And some were trying to drink their sorrows away.

Such was life.

And Ye Fan sat quietly in his seat, as he observed the various facets of life taking place around him.

Meanwhile, Su Qian's words continued to ring around his ears. When the light from the setting sun

streamed in through the window, it fell across Ye Fan's body and cast a huge shadow on the floor.

Suddenly, Ye Fan laughed a playful and mocking laugh.

"What are you laughing at?” Su Qian's frown grew deeper. Ye Fan's laughter had made her very

unhappy.

"I am laughing at your self-opinionatedness and ignorance!"

Ye Fan stood up suddenly. Just then, a sinister look had come over his delicate face and his cold

laughter exploded around the table like a peal of thunder.

At this moment, Ye Fan looked like a completely different person. His demeanor was proud and his

face cold. If one were to look into his eyes right now, one would be able to see the overwhelming

authority in them.

"I am of humble birth?"

"I am a nobody?"

"Don't you think your opinion of yourself is overrated? And don't you think you are underestimating

others?"

"Do you really think that everything you know is the truth? And that everything you have seen are

facts?"

"You have absolutely no idea just what kind of existence is standing before you right now!"