A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

No matter how much Liu Zhao-Ran and Chen Hai-Sheng racked their brains, they could not figure out why their uncle and father had come to this banquet.

Both Chen Qing-Quan and Liu Biao were important figures who held the reins of power in their respective families. They were completely different from wastrels like Liu Zhao-Ran and Chen Hai-Sheng, who di nothing but fool around.

It could be said that Chen Qing-Quan and Liu Biao were the backbones of their families. They were the reason why the wastrels like Chen Hai-Sheng and Liu Zhao-Ran were able to go around flaunting their power.

Meanwhile, just as Chen Hai-Sheng and company were feeling flummoxed, Madam Han was shivering with excitement inside the hall. She could no longer sit still.

"Hahaha, Mr. Chen and Mr. Liu are both here?" "They must really think highly of me!"

"Haha, Wen-Xuan, stop standing around. Quick, go out and welcome them!"

"They are here for you."

"Stop! Wait for me. I will go with you."

"Since Mr. Chen and Mr. Liu are doing me the honor of coming to my birthday banquet, I must show them the utmost courtesy."

Just then, Madam Han was overwhelmed with joy. She thought that, this time, she was going to truly shine.

Chen Qing-Quan was the family head of the Chen family of Jingzhou, while Liu Biao was the boss of Donghua Industries.

The top honchos of the two families had personally come to Dongyang Town to celebrate the birthday of an old lady like her, so naturally Madam Han was both surprised and panicked.

One could say she was overwhelmed by the favor she was being shown.

"Wen-Xuan, excellent. Excellent. You have done well."

"You managed to invite a VIP like Mr. Chen! It is most fortunate for our family that you have married my granddaughter-"

"You are completely different from that good-for-nothing who keeps causing trouble for me." Madam Han praised Mo Wen-Xuan to the skies and, when she compared Han Yu's husband with Qiu Mu-Cheng's, her dislike for Ye Fan deepened.

"Oh yes, Wen-Xuan. Mr. Chen has come here to support you, so why are you still standing around?"

"Quick, bring your grandmother to welcome him."

Just then, Han Yue was flushed red with agitation. It was time for her family to truly flaunt themselves!

As she was hurrying her son-in-law forward, she turned to look smugly at Ye Fan, who was still nonchalantly drinking

his tea.

Song Shi-De? Shen Jiu-Yi? Nobody knew yet if they were the real deal. But even if they were, next to the bigwigs like Chen Qing-Quan and Liu Biao, they were nobodies.

"Qiu Mu-Cheng, since you have married that piece of trash, your family will always be beneath me!"

Mo Wen-Xuan's mother-in-law, Han Yue, was eeling rather smug.

But Mo Wen-Xuan was not feeling confident at all.

He knew he did not have the clout to invite bigwigs like Chen Qing-Quan. But at this banquet, no one else could either.

And so, as if he was setting off on a journey to find the Holy Grail, he stepped forward to welcome the new arrivals.

Along the way, both Madam Han and his mother-in-law pushed him from behind.

Uncle Chen. Uncle Liu. You are here. Why didn't you tell me you were coming? If I had known, I would have welcomed you personally." Mo Wen-Xuan put on a respectful smile on his face as he greeted his elders.

And Madam Han was smiling most radiantly as she tried to take the gifts from Chen Qing-Quan's and Liu Biao's hands.

The gifts from the two VIPs must be extremely valuable. Suddenly, Madam Han had the thought that she was going to make a killing this year.

"Mr. Chen. Mr. Liu. You are standing on ceremony. I am already very happy that you are able to attend my birthday banquet. There is no need for you to bring gifts as well."

Madam Han had a limited store of perfunctory lines for such occasions.

But Mo Wen-Xuan's and Madam Han's warm welcome was met with cold reception. Chen Qing-Quan and the others frowned and looked at the pair as if they were idiots. "Where did these idiots come from? Get out of our way!"

"Your birthday banquet? Who told you Mr. Chen is here for your birthday?"

"You are just a stupid old biddy! Are you worthy of that honor?"

Just then, one of Chen Qing-Quan's bodyguards started lashing out at Madam Han and Mo Wen-Xuan. As the surrounding guests looked on in bewilderment, he pushed the presumptuous pair aside. Mo Wen-Xuan was dumbfounded, and he remained standing in a daze.

Pa-

But in the next moment, he was sent flying away by a slap from the bodyguard.

"Can't you read the mood? Why are you still standing in our way?" 'Get lost!

After the bodyguard had cleared the way, Chen Qing-Quan and company continued walking forward without sparing a second glance at Madam Han. And then, they stopped right in front of Ye Fan. "Mr. Chu, I hope we are not late."

"This must be your wife. She is a beautiful woman and you are a talented man. The both of you are a match made in heaven."

"This is just a little something from us. Please accept it, madam."

The moment Chen Qing-Quan and company saw Ye Fan, the authoritative expression on their faces was replaced by reverent smiles. And they bowed slightly at the waist as they presented their gifts to Qiu Mu-Cheng.

When the surrounding crowd in the courtyard saw this, they went quiet.

Everyone started looking at one another. Han Hai, Han He and the other Hans were all dumbfounded.

"For... For them again?"

"But... But why?"

Everyone was almost driven mad with confusion. Their mouths were agape, and sharp intakes of breath could be heard.

They could not understand why VIPs, such as the bosses of Jiucheng Holdings and Donghua Industries, were celebrating a birthday for Ye Fan and his wife.

"Damn. This live-in son-in-law has surpassed all our expectations!"

The onlookers were so frightened that they nearly wet their pants. Everything that had just happened seemed so fantastical to them.

As for Mo Wen-Xuan, Han Yue and Han Yu, they all had the most terrible expression on their faces. Just then, they felt so down that they were almost prepared to kill themselves.

Ye Fan had given them one good slap right in their faces.

The arrival of important guests like Chen Hai-Sheng had allowed Han Yue and her daughter to feel smug, and thrust Mo Wen-Xuan into the limelight. But immediately afterward, magnates from all over the land had come to pay their respects to Ye Fan and his wife.

Chen Hai-Sheng, the sole heir of the Chen family, was indeed a powerful figure.

And Liu Zhao-Ran, the young master of the Liu family, was definitely somebody to be reckoned with.

However, in front of their family elders, the youngsters were just nobodies!

So in this situation, Mo Wen-Xuan's friends were thoroughly overwhelmed by Ye Fan's guests.

When they thought about this, Mo Wen-Xuan and the Hans blushed bright red from embarrassment. Just then, there was no trace left of the disdain and haughtiness they had displayed earlier. They just looked thoroughly defeated.

"Han Hai, what is going on?"

"Aren't they here for Wen-Xuan? Why aren't they talking to him? Why are they paying their respects to that good-for-nothing son-in-law?"

"Also, aren't they here to celebrate my birthday? Why are they congratulating Qiu Mu-Cheng instead? Why are they putting my gifts over there?"

"Quick, Han Hai. Go bring those gifts into the hall."

"They belong to our family. We must not let that useless son-in-law steal them from us!"

Madam Han was an old lady after all, and could not process information fast enough. So when the guests ignored her and went to pay their respects to Ye Fan, she grew anxious. That was why she wanted her son to hurry up and get the gifts back.

"Mom, will you just freaking shut up?1

"Can you not see what is going on?"

"They are not here for Wen-Xuan, whom you are so proud of. Neither are they here to celebrate your birthday."

"They are here for Ye Fan and they have come to celebrate Mu-Cheng's birthday."

"This has got nothing to do with you-"

"You want me to bring the gifts in? I can't bring myself to be as shameless as you!" Han Hai was so angry that he started shivering.