Chapter 99: The Furious Yu Qian

“I believe that plot of land in Mong Kok is worth at least fifty million,” Chen Yang said with a faint smile, stating the price.

Hearing the figure of fifty million, Yu Qian inwardly sneered.

Fifty million? She could buy another piece of land right in the heart of Jiang City for that amount. Why bother with Mong Kok?

And just looking at Chen Yang’s smiling face made her feel sick.

“Fifty million, and you actually say it out loud?” Yu Qian retorted coldly.

Li Yuanhe felt a surge of frustration. He could tell that Chen Yang was deliberately stirring up trouble.

Who in their right mind would pay fifty million for that piece of land in Mong Kok?

Did Chen Yang really think everyone was a fool?

Li Yuanhe’s heart was bleeding. If the deal had gone through, he would have earned a handsome sum, but now Chen Yang had shattered his carefully laid plans.

“Mr. Chen, fifty million—isn’t that a bit too high?” Li Yuanhe asked cautiously.

“You don’t know a damn thing. If I say it’s worth fifty million, then it’s worth fifty million,” Chen Yang snapped at Li Yuanhe, launching into a tirade. “Our Chen family entrusted you with the Mong Kok land because we have faith in you, hoping you can manage it better for us.”

Though Li Yuanhe was reluctant to accept Chen Yang’s reprimand, he dared not show any displeasure. After all, he was merely a hired executive for the Chen family.

Any decision had to be approved by the senior leaders of the Chen family.

Chen Yang, a young master of the family, was one of its core members.

Li Yuanhe could not afford to offend him and had no choice but to swallow his pride.

“If you think you can sell it for fifty million, then find another buyer,” Yu Qian sneered. “I’d like to see who would be foolish enough to pay that much for Mong Kok.”

By now, she was certain Chen Yang was here just to cause trouble.

She wondered when she had ever offended him. In her memory, they had no prior dealings.

“Heh heh, if your Yuanfu Catering Group wants to buy the Mong Kok land, it’ll cost fifty million,” Chen Yang chuckled mockingly. “For anyone else, thirty million will do.”

Yu Qian’s anger flared at this.

“Of course, if you play along a little, I might sell it to you for less,” Chen Yang said, fixing Yu Qian with a calculating gaze. “If you’re sensible, you won’t even need thirty million to get the land.”

Yu Qian gave Chen Yang a cold look, fully aware of his ill intentions.

Especially when she caught that malicious glint in his eyes, she felt disgusted.

Seeing Yu Qian silent, Chen Yang pressed on, “My condition is simple—you spend one night with me.”

Upon hearing that Chen Yang’s real aim was to sleep with Yu Qian, Li Yuanhe was taken aback.

He had to admit, Yu Qian was stunningly beautiful, a true top-tier beauty.

In Jiang City, Yu Qian was a well-known beauty, and many wealthy young masters and CEOs had vied for her affection.

Yet none had captured her heart.

“Shameless,” Yu Qian spat, grabbing Yang Fan’s arm and preparing to leave.

“Pfft, don’t pretend to be so virtuous when you’re nothing but a slut at heart,” Chen Yang sneered. “Keeping a pretty boy on the side—do you really think no one knows? Pure on the surface, but starving and loose underneath.”

Chen Yang’s words were merciless. Though he spoke quietly, many nearby guests overheard.

Yu Qian tried to ignore him, but his humiliating accusations flushed her face with anger.

She turned and glared furiously at Chen Yang. “Young Master Chen, please show some respect when you speak, or I’ll sue you for defamation.”

Unfazed by her fury, Chen Yang just grinned contemptuously. “Save your threats. I’m never afraid of them, and everything I said is true.”

As a young master of the Chen family, he was a local tycoon in Jiang City. Why should he fear the CEO of a small group?

If he wished, the Chen family could bankrupt the Yuanfu Catering Group at any time.

Li Yuanhe stared at Yu Qian, surprised, thinking, “Could that guy really be her kept pretty boy?”

Yang Fan appeared fair-skinned, young, and handsome—a classic pretty boy.

Considering Yu Qian’s position as president of Yuanfu Catering Group, if she kept a pretty boy, she certainly had the means.

“Haha, come and see, everyone! The president of Yuanfu Catering Group can’t stand loneliness and actually keeps a pretty boy—what a scandal!” Chen Yang announced loudly, a mocking smile on his face.

The explosive news caught the attention of many guests.

Yu Qian, as the president of Yuanfu Catering Group and a striking beauty, was somewhat famous in Jiang City’s social circles.

Now, hearing that she kept a pretty boy, everyone was surprised.

For a moment, the glances cast her way were laced with amusement.

“Yu Qian? I know her. She’s the president of Yuanfu Catering—quite capable.”

“Tsk tsk, I heard she’s very aloof, disdainful of all the men who pursue her. Who would’ve thought she’d keep a pretty boy?”

“Come on, you don’t get it. Women can’t help but crave company after being single too long.”

The guests whispered among themselves, some making disparaging remarks.

Especially the mocking and derisive looks directed at Yu Qian.

Hearing the gossip, Yu Qian trembled with rage.

She was a woman not accustomed to bearing such slander. The pressure nearly brought her to tears.

“Get out of here with your pretty boy. Our Chen family’s banquet doesn’t welcome women like you,” Chen Yang spat mercilessly.

Since she refused to be sensible, Chen Yang was determined to strip her of all dignity.

Zhao Wei and Liu Yan, sitting nearby, saw Yu Qian’s furious expression and felt secretly pleased.

“What proof do you have that I keep a man?” Yu Qian shouted angrily at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang smirked, eyes gleaming with mockery. “Proof? Isn’t it obvious? Look at this pretty boy beside you.”

“What credibility do your words have?” Yu Qian snapped. “I could sue you for defamation.”

Chen Yang ignored her and turned his gaze to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan remained silent, watching the scene coldly.

Chen Yang sensed the young man lacked confidence.

“Hey kid, tell me—what do you do? Or who’s backing you?” Chen Yang approached Yang Fan, taunting, “If you’ve got nothing, then you’re just a pretty boy living off a woman.”

Yang Fan met Chen Yang’s gaze with icy calm, a trace of coldness flickering in his eyes.

“Speak up. Scared to talk? Looks like you’re really just a pretty boy with no backbone,” Chen Yang mocked.

“Fine, since you want an answer, I’ll give you one,” Yang Fan suddenly smiled.

Chen Yang watched him with interest, waiting.

The guests all perked up, eager to hear Yang Fan’s reply.

Under their watchful eyes, Yang Fan raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap to Chen Yang’s face.

“Smack!”

The crisp sound echoed as Chen Yang’s cheek reddened and swelled from the heavy slap, spinning him around.

Before Chen Yang could react, his face stung with pain, feeling as if a few teeth had loosened.

Everyone present was stunned, staring at Yang Fan in disbelief.