Chapter 110: A Real Tough Guy Has Arrived!

At this moment, a man wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses walked in with an air of immense arrogance.

White trousers, a floral shirt, black leather shoes, and a slicked-back "thug" hairstyle—all of this, combined with the glimpse of dark, muscular pectorals visible through his partially unbuttoned collar and a hint of a tattoo, gave anyone the immediate impression that this man was someone not to be trifled with.

Following behind him was a young man with a look of extreme insolence. He appeared to be a student, and in his features and mannerisms, he bore a striking resemblance to the man in the floral shirt. It was clear these two were father and son. Behind them trailed a few other youths, also dressed in floral shirts, all looking as though they owned the world.

"Mr. Wang... please... let's not do this..."

The restaurant owner hurriedly stepped forward, bowing and scraping. "Our shop is an old establishment, and our customers are mostly students. There's no need to get worked up. Look, there's another private room next door with more space. I—"

"Are you deaf or just stupid?" Mr. Wang grabbed the owner by the collar. "Listen well: next month, this entire snack street is going to be demolished and redeveloped! I, Wang Hao, am with the Meisheng Development Company, and we are the ones who secured this land! If you want to get your full compensation, you’d better start behaving!"

Upon hearing this, the owner shrank back in fear.

"Cheng Youyou???"

Just then, Wang Hao’s son, Wang Gang, suddenly let out a startled cry.

Wang Hao was taken aback. "Kid, what are you shrieking about?"

Wang Gang was brimming with excitement, pointing at Cheng Youyou. "This... this is the top campus beauty from the school next door, Cheng Youyou!"

As he spoke, a predatory, lecherous desire flared in Wang Gang’s eyes, naked and undisguised. This gaze made Cheng Youyou feel a wave of nausea.

"Oh?"

Wang Hao caught sight of Cheng Youyou and his eyes lit up!

A beauty!

Despite his age and having a son of this size, Wang Hao was still a hoodlum at heart. Recently, he had acquired equity in his company, and once the snack street project kicked off, he would soar to new heights, jumping from a man with a few hundred thousand to a millionaire ten times over. He was feeling quite inflated with his own importance.

"Son, you like her?" Wang Hao asked loudly.

Wang Gang’s face flushed as he grinned. "She’s the campus belle of Jiangnan University, a famous beauty. Even though our school is two kilometers away, her reputation has long since spread to us!"

The foolish father, Wang Hao, pressed, "I asked you if you like her!"

"I do!" the foolish son, Wang Gang, chuckled.

"Good!" Wang Hao pointed at Cheng Youyou. "Little beauty, since my son likes you, you don't have to leave. But as for this brat, I’ll give you ten seconds to get lost!"

Damn? That was bold!

The lackeys behind Wang Hao all held their heads high. Running with Boss Wang came with prestige! They could eat wherever they wanted, and even eating a plate of chicken could make them feel superior!

"...Please leave," Cheng Youyou said suddenly.

She frowned, feeling a surge of annoyance. However, she could see that this father-son duo seemed to be lacking in intellect. There was no point in tangling with such brain-dead, nouveau-riche types; it was beneath her.

"Heh, beautiful Cheng! What a pleasure. I’m Wang Gang. My father is a shareholder in Meisheng Development, and our family is worth tens of millions!" Wang Gang shamelessly extended a hand.

"I don't want to know you." Cheng Youyou felt deeply disgusted. Having just resolved the issues with the Liu family, she didn't want any more trouble, so she said to Ling Qiu, "Forget it, let’s go."

Ling Qiu smiled faintly. "Let’s finish eating first. Otherwise, it would be a waste."

Oh?

Hearing this, Wang Hao and Wang Gang’s eyes widened!

Damn? Was this kid deaf, or just unable to read the room?

"Kid, I told you to get lost and let the little beauty stay. Are you... too stupid to understand?" Wang Hao took off his sunglasses, attempting to glare at Ling Qiu with what he considered a terrifying look.

Ling Qiu: ...
Cheng Youyou: ...

In truth, they were both thinking the same thing: simple, unadulterated disgust and bewilderment.

Setting aside Ling Qiu, even if Cheng Youyou didn't have the best relationship with her own family, she was still a young heiress of the Cheng family. Didn't this pair of idiots, Wang Hao and Wang Gang, know how to do their research before recklessly provoking someone?

As for Ling Qiu...

He was the type of person who acted decisively and hated useless chatter. If he could use force, he wouldn't waste words. But these people? He couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids.

Wang Gang felt his anger flare as Cheng Youyou ignored him. Ever since his father became a shareholder, his family's wealth was set to skyrocket dozens of times over. From now on, he was a true "rich second generation"! Why should he care about anyone else’s attitude?

He had gone out that morning and spent thousands on brand-name clothes. Look at Ling Qiu sitting opposite Cheng Youyou—wearing nothing but cheap, off-the-rack rags! If a loser like that could eat with Cheng Youyou, why couldn't he?

He was rich now! He didn't believe there was a woman he couldn't have.

"Dad, don't be angry! This guy is just a brute. It's normal for young people to have a bit of a temper." Wang Gang wanted to show off his "wealthy" side. He whipped out his wallet and said to Ling Qiu, "Little brother, don't say I, Wang Gang, am bullying you with my status and fortune. I’m a fair man. Leave this place now. Here is a thousand yuan. Take it, give up your seat, and disappear from my sight."

He pulled a stack of red bills from his wallet and counted them. "Hmm, one thousand. Not a penny less. Take it and get out. I don't want to say it a second time!"

Wow!

The lackeys behind the two idiots—who were just local thugs who usually moved sand and cement—were envious. Even though they weren't poor, a thousand yuan was a nice sum. To get it for doing nothing? How refreshing! They figured the poor student would be delighted, as it was likely a month's worth of living expenses.

Wang Hao paused, then smiled with satisfaction. As a new rich man, he was inexperienced, but he tried to project an air of grandiosity, clapping Wang Gang on the shoulder. "Good son! You've got your old man's style!"

Ling Qiu: ...
Cheng Youyou: ...

To be fair, being brain-dead was one thing, but being brain-dead also meant you were liable to get beaten up.

"Three seconds. Get out," Ling Qiu said, taking a sip of water, his voice flat. "Don't dirty my hands."