A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Ye Fan and Qiu Mu-Cheng arrived downstairs to find the Han family waiting forthem.

"Han He"

Just then, a capable-looking man in a suit was standing in front of the car. When she saw him, Qiu Mu-Cheng broke out in a smile and greeted the suited man politely.

The man looked like he was just in his twenties, but he exuded a mature and sedate presence.

Yes, this man was Han He, the son of Han Hai and the mayor of a township.

He nodded in reply. "Mm, Mu-Cheng, you still look as beautiful as ever."

Qiu Mu-Cheng's beauty was renowned among her relatives. Both the Qius and the Hans recognized her as the number one beauty among their womenfolk.

In the past, Qiu Mu-Cheng had been overjoyed whenever she received such a compliment. But she was a married woman now, so such compliments no longer stirred her heart.

"Thank you, Han He. But what is the use of having good looks? I can't depend on my looks to earn a living." Qiu Mu-Cheng shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

When Han Hai heard this, he turned to glare at his niece and snorted coldly. "Who told you that having good looks cannot help you earn a living? You went and married a worthless man, so this is your own faul for being foolish and not wanting to make the effort. Why do you think, out of all the members of our family, only your branch is in such a pathetic state?"

Qiu Mu-Cheng bowed her head. She did not know how to refute her uncle.

At this moment, Ye Fan came up to them while carrying some things. And just like his wife had done, he also greeted Han He.

"Mm? Dad, who is he? A poor distant relative?" Han He glanced at Ye Fan and

frowned.

Han Hai's mood turned foul and he said coldly, "Who else can it be? He is your cousin's husband. That live-in son-in-law."

Han He had never met Ye Fan before, so he did not know the latter. But he had heard about his cousin marrying a worthless man.

Han He did not continue the conversation with his father. He turned to look at Qiu Mu-Cheng and said indifferently, "If you don't want him to make a fool of himself, then you had better not bring him to the banquet. Let him stay at home and wait."

And Han Hai chimed in supportively. "Mu-Cheng, listen to your cousin. Let this live-in son-in-law stay at home. It doesn't really matter if he goes or not. He will only end up embarrassing you. You come with us by yourself. Yu-Hao will be there as well. You can sit next to him."

"Listen to me. I am doing this for your own good!"

Qiu Mu-Cheng listened to what her relatives had to say and started to hesitate.

Of course, she was not afraid that Ye Fan might embarrass her. He had never attended a single birthday banquet before, and that had not saved her family from humiliation at any of those past events. Qiu Mu-Cheng mainly did not want her husband to suffer the same humiliation as she had.

She herself had no other choice but to attend. Madam Han was her maternal grandmother and they were bound together by blood. But Ye Fan had no such ties with the Hans, so he was not obligated to attend the birthday banquet.

But Ye Fan continued to smile and said indifferently, "Mu-Cheng, since I am already here, I should attend the banquet. After all, I am your husband."

When Han Fei-Fei heard this, she snorted and said, "Go if you wish. I guess some people don't mind making fools of

themselves in public."

Han Hai blew his top and snorted coldly. "I see we are just casting pearls before a swine! Go ahead if you want to make a fool of yourself!" Han Hai truly detested his niece's husband.

Since Ye Fan was not getting along with her relatives, Qiu Mu-Cheng felt embarrassed about sharing the same vehicle with Han Hai's family.

"Uncle. Han He. You go ahead first. I will talk to him and take a cab to the banquet afterward."

"Okay, Mu-Cheng. Listen to me. Don't bring him along." Han Hai reminded his niece. And then, he drove off with his family.

Afterward, Qiu Mu-Cheng did not try to persuade Ye Fan to stay and the couple went off together in a cab.

When he saw that his wife had purposely declined to leave with Han Hai, Ye Fan laughed lightly and asked: "What? Are you afraid I will get into a fight with your uncle?"

And Qiu Mu-Cheng replied in a huff, "What do you think? How did you offend my uncle? He has a very bad opinion of you."

Ye Fan placed his hands behind his head, leaned back against the car seat and said indifferently, "I didn't really offend him. He told me to leave you and I said no. Emphatically." Qiu Mu-Cheng: "Wow, you are really thick-skinned."

Ye Fan: "Thanks for the compliment."

Qiu Mu-Cheng:".."

Qiu Mu-Cheng was so enraged by Ye Fan's shamelessness that she almost had a stroke.

Afterward, she ignored Ye Fan and turned around huffily to look out the window.

As she watched the passing scenes outside the window, Qiu Mu-Cheng's lips curled into a smile.

She had no idea why but, even though Ye Fan was shamelessly sticking to her, she did not feel angry or humiliated. Instead, she felt an enigmatic feeling of happiness

When she thought of this, her heart jumped for a second.

Could it be that I am in love with him?

Qiu Mu-Cheng was overwhelmed with confusion as she looked at the reflection of his profile in the window.

In the end, she shook her head hard.

It's impossible! It's not true! I can't be in love with a shameless man like him! Inwardly, Qiu Mu-Cheng was screaming stubbornly as she tried to reject this thought. But her words lacked conviction. Putting it bluntly, she was just unwilling to admit the truth.

When she was younger, she had often daydreamed about her future lover. He would be a talented elite, or a well-mannered young man with good looks and a sunny disposition. A man of talent with achievements to his name. Someone handsome, learned and unrestrained by conventions. Ideally, his family would be one that produced scholars and he himself would be one of the top talents in his field of study.

Ye Fan was simply too far removed from the image of her ideal lover.

That was the reason why Qiu Mu-Cheng refused to admit that she would one day fall in love with the man she had once despised.

But it is impossible to make things not happen just by disbelieving in them.

Whoosh-

The car sped along the road.

The blue cab zoomed through Jianghai toward a small town in its territory.

Meanwhile, inside Shengtian Restaurant.

The leaders of Jiangdong, who had been waiting for an entire night, finally received their long-awaited phone call.

Lei San answered the phone. The caller was Chen Ao.

"Master San, how is it?"

"Have they found out Mr. Chu's whereabouts?"

In the room, everyone was feeling panicked and anxious as they questioned Lei San.

After all, everyone present had offended Mr. Chu. They were naturally worried and anxious to apologize to Mr. Chu in person. If they did that, then they might be forgiven.

The bald-headed Lei San slapped the table and stood up. "My brothers, let's go!" "We will go to Dongyang Town to pay our respect to Mr. Chu and beg for his

forgiveness."

"Also, bring along some gifts. Pick the most expensive ones."

"Whether Mr. Chu will forgive us or not and whether Jiangdong can survive this calamity or not, it all depends on how we perform today!"

Swoosh-

All at once, all the assembled leaders got up and headed downstairs.

Half an hour later, luxury cars zoomed through the city like so many flashing swords. They were all headed toward a town in the east of Jianghai City.

The convoy of luxury cars had a grand presence. If one were to look at them from afar, the vehicles looked like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea!

"Damn-" "What the hell is going on today?"

"So many luxury cars"

"Maybe they are all going to some VIP's birthday celebration?"

In the suburb of Jianghai, luxury cars such as these were a rarity. But now, dozens of the vehicles were streaming past like nobody's business. And they were all headed toward the same direction. The passersby who witnessed this sight felt both envy and shock.