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When Fu Zibo saw Fu Xinyue and Xiao Boyang arriving together, the gloom on his face vanished instantly, replaced by excitement.

After all, Xiao Boyang was someone who could go toe-to-toe with Sheng Wentao.

Now that Xiao Boyang was here, what did Fu Zibo have to fear when dealing with Sheng Wentao!

"Sis, brother-in-law..." Fu Zibo called out excitedly.

Fu Xinyue and Xiao Boyang glanced at Fu Zibo. Upon seeing the glaring red handprint on his face, Fu Xinyue’s expression subtly shifted, while Xiao Boyang remained as calm as ever!

"Zibo, your face..."

"Sheng Wentao did this!"

As Fu Zibo spoke, he turned to glare at Sheng Wentao, his face filled with venom, as if he were a demon.

"What the hell are you staring at me for? I’ll gouge your damn eyes out and stomp on them like marbles!" Sheng Wentao scowled fiercely.

"You—"

Before Fu Zibo could retort, Xiao Boyang interrupted, "Young Master Sheng, there’s no need to get so worked up—too much anger only harms yourself."

"No worries, I’ll find somewhere to vent this anger later," Sheng Wentao replied, his tone dripping with mockery.

Unbothered by Sheng Wentao’s attitude, Xiao Boyang maintained his composure as he said, "Young Master Sheng, I wonder what exactly my brother-in-law did to offend you."

"Not only did you hit him, now you want him on his knees too?" Xiao Boyang said with an unfazed yet firm air. "Surely, Young Master Sheng wouldn’t force someone into a dead end, right?"

"After all, even a cornered rabbit will bite back, wouldn’t it?"

As Xiao Boyang spoke, his gaze took on an unsettlingly playful glint.

The people present weren’t fools; they could all sense the chill hidden in Xiao Boyang’s words, and immediately, a cold sweat broke out among them.

Were these two big shots truly about to start an all-out, high-stakes feud?

"It’s fine," Sheng Wentao shot back mercilessly. "Because if the rabbit dares bite me, then that rabbit’s going to die as well!"

Xiao Boyang’s expression flickered slightly but quickly returned to normal. "Young Master Sheng, is there no chance to resolve this?"

"What would you do if someone barged into your Xiao family’s territory, throwing their weight around?"

"Break their legs and toss them out," Xiao Boyang replied without hesitation.

"Fu Zibo came into my Jinshiyuan, threatening my guests here, saying that there are some things that money can’t buy. What should I have done?"

"Would Young Master Sheng really demand an apology just for that?"

"Absolutely!" Sheng Wentao said firmly and righteously. "The doors of my Jinshiyuan are open to conduct business. Anyone who steps into it, whether they buy or not, is a guest."

"It is my Jinshiyuan’s responsibility to serve them..."

The speech Sheng Wentao delivered carried lofty righteousness. If it had been said on the first floor, it would surely have earned thunderous applause!

But no one believed Sheng Wentao’s self-righteous nonsense. Just as someone was about to speak, Fu Xinyue quickly interjected, "Where is this guest? We’ll speak to her directly. Surely Young Master Sheng doesn’t need to trouble himself with this part."

"You’ll speak to her?" Sheng Wentao replied with a strange expression.

"Why?"

"Are you sure?"

"Certain!"

"Fine, then go talk to Tang Yurou," Sheng Wentao said, pointing behind him at Tang Yurou.

The next second, Sheng Wentao nearly stumbled and fell headfirst to the ground.

Somehow, Ye Xunhuan had already taken a seat, and Tang Yurou was sitting on his lap. On the counter in front of the two of them was a pile of jewelry—rings, necklaces, earrings, bracelets—all kinds of accessories!

At this moment, Ye Xunhuan was holding Tang Yurou in his arms, helping her try on a ring.

These two acted as though nothing had happened, as if this entire incident hadn’t the slightest connection to them. They shamelessly flaunted their affection in front of everyone!

At that moment, Sheng Wentao almost wanted to rush over, grab Ye Xunhuan, and punch him twice right in the face.

What kind of animal was this guy? What the hell kind of animal? While I’ve been taking the heat for you, you two are sitting behind me flaunting your love?

How could anyone bully someone this much?

I’m not your damn dog. You can’t just sic me on someone when you feel like it!

Even if I were your dog, wouldn’t the owner need to cheer me on from behind?

But this guy, no—this scumbag was busy helping Tang Yurou try on jewelry!

Perhaps feeling the weight of everyone’s stares, Ye Xunhuan couldn’t help but look up at the crowd. "Please, carry on. Pay us no mind!"

Tang Yurou, sensing the burning gazes of the crowd, tried to get up from Ye Xunhuan’s lap. But his arms held her tightly—so tightly, in fact, it felt as though she was chained in place and could not move.

Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment!

Hearing Ye Xunhuan’s words, everyone internally groaned in frustration.

This guy was truly the pinnacle of shamelessness.

Meanwhile, when Xiao Boyang and Fu Xinyue heard the name Tang Yurou, their expressions subtly shifted!

A name carries weight, as does reputation!

The name Tang Yurou resonated loudly in the elite circles of Beijing, mostly because her backer was Qin Rumeng.

Who in all of Beijing would dare ignore Qin Rumeng?

And now, the conflict involving Fu Zibo unexpectedly included Tang Yurou.

Was this kid seeking death? How dare he mess with Tang Yurou? Did he forget the lesson Qin Rumeng taught him before?

At this moment, Xiao Boyang and Fu Xinyue finally understood why Sheng Wentao had stepped in.

So it all connected back to Tang Yurou!

The Sheng family had close ties with the Qin family. In fact, when the Qin family’s nephew was in trouble last time, the Sheng family lent their aid!

Yet the most shocking aspect wasn’t the clash between Fu Zibo and Tang Yurou—it was Ye Xunhuan!

Who was this man, capable of having Tang Yurou sit in his lap like a docile bird?

In Beijing, countless wealthy young men chased after Tang Yurou. After all, just being associated with Qin Rumeng gave her an allure that made anyone envious. Marrying Tang Yurou practically meant gaining Qin Rumeng’s protection!

Who wouldn’t want to form a connection with Qin Rumeng?

But nobody had ever succeeded.

And yet here Tang Yurou was, sitting on a man’s lap, acting with intimate affection. Just who was he?

"Continue my ass!" Sheng Wentao cursed under his breath. "Fu Zibo’s sister wants to talk to the two of you!"

"Then you talk on our behalf," Ye Xunhuan said nonchalantly. "By the way, the jewelry here is nice—make sure to give me a discount later."

Sheng Wentao’s mouth twitched violently.

Was this guy really Qin Fenghuang’s son?

It was at this moment that Fu Xinyue stepped forward and addressed Tang Yurou. "Miss Tang, long time no see!"

Hearing Fu Xinyue’s words, Tang Yurou quietly took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her emotions, and once more tried to get up from Ye Xunhuan’s lap.

But held firmly by Ye Xunhuan, she couldn’t move an inch. With no choice left, Tang Yurou gave up.

"Is something the matter?" Tang Yurou asked, her tone even and composed.