Chapter 8: A Few Words (2/2)

“If that’s the case, I won’t insist. Ziqi, would you like to go?” True to his character, Zhao Fuchen quickly steadied his emotions and turned to Xu Ziqi with a warm smile.

She had thought she had no chance, but hearing this, her face instantly lit up with joy, asking incredulously: “Can I go?”

“Yes. Unless you don’t want to?” Zhao Fuchen pretended to be hurt.

“I want to, I want to!” Xu Ziqi nodded eagerly, looking ready to leave immediately.

Zhao Fuchen nodded: “Alright. Everyone, I apologize, but Manqing invited very few people this time, all important figures. I can’t bring too many people. Next time I’ll host a banquet to make up for it!”

When Zhao Fuchen said this, many people’s expressions changed.

Wasn’t he saying those not invited weren’t important figures?

If not important figures, what were they?

Small fry?

Actually, Zhao Fuchen was also puzzled. Logically, Chen Manqing should have invited the Lin family, but from Lin Tian’s expression and reaction, he seemed unaware of this?

Zhao Fuchen’s lips curled into a mocking smile – this was interesting, and good news for him.

How Chen Manqing invited people wasn’t important. What mattered was how the person behind her chose who to favor or distance – this could be magnified countless times in certain people’s eyes!

Now he could be sure that the person behind Chen Manqing must have some rift with the Lin family, otherwise they wouldn’t fail to invite them!

Thinking this, Zhao Fuchen’s smile deepened, his earlier displeasure at Li Shiqing’s refusal somewhat fading. Like a victorious knight ready to escort his beloved princess, he walked to the door, made a gentlemanly gesture, and invited Xu Ziqi to leave with him.

She felt dizzy, almost fainting into Zhao Fuchen’s arms!

To her, whether Lin Tian or Zhao Fuchen, they were both top young masters beyond her reach. Getting involved with either one would be like burning eight lifetimes of incense!

Which one specifically didn’t matter.

“Hah! You’re too green to compete with Brother Zhao!” After Zhao Fuchen and Xu Ziqi left, his two followers smugly threw down these contemptuous words before arrogantly following.

After they left, the room exploded!

“Damn! Brother Tian, aren’t you going to say something? That Zhao Fuchen is too fucking arrogant!”

A youth wearing a cartoon T-shirt, skinny pants, and flat leather shoes, dressed like a street guy, immediately shouted unhappily.

He was Xia Xin, whose father was transferred to the capital last year and made a minister-level official. He was one of Lin Tian’s most loyal followers.

Li Shiqing also frowned at Lin Tian, then slightly pouted her rosy lips, looking as if Lin Tian had just forced her several times, so wronged that all the men in the room unconsciously swallowed.

Lin Tian was also startled by Li Shiqing’s sudden behavior. Through their brief contact, he already knew Li Shiqing was definitely no pushover!

“Brother Lin Tian!”

Li Shiqing called coquettishly.

Lin Tian shivered slightly and awkwardly asked: “What?”

“You didn’t even speak up for me just now? You’re Young Master Lin! The king among kings and marquises, are you just letting Zhao Fuchen walk all over you?”

Li Shiqing spoke directly, escalating the room’s atmosphere again.

“Brother Tian, I think Sis… Sister Shiqing is right. Why didn’t you knock him down a peg just now? His arrogance made my blood boil!”

Another youth joined in, expressing his displeasure.

“Yeah, Brother Tian! You’re the only one here who can keep him in check!”

“Brother Tian, tell us what to do! Should we crash the Moon Goddess’s event?”

“Are you stupid? You think you can crash Chen Manqing’s event? The invited guests probably include our parents’ generation!”

“So we just let it go? Didn’t you see how arrogant Guan Yuan and Deng Ming were behind Zhao Fuchen? Those two lapdogs do nothing but ride on Zhao Fuchen’s coattails!”

Hearing these voices, Lin Tian suddenly rubbed his temples and asked helplessly: “You really want to see Chen Manqing’s exhibition?”

Though he asked everyone, he was really asking Li Shiqing and Xia Xin’s group.

The others mostly sided with him only because they couldn’t get on Zhao Fuchen’s boat.

He could tell true friends from fair-weather ones.

“Of course! Do you have a way? If I’d known earlier, I could have called my mom to get in, but now it’s already started. My mom must have forgotten to tell me about this!” Li Shiqing said gloomily.

She was confident that with the Li family’s current status, they would definitely receive an invitation, but her family hadn’t told her – either they forgot or thought she wasn’t interested.

Lin Tian pondered briefly, then stood up.

As he stood, Qin Ruofei holding his arm had to stand too, her face puzzled like everyone else’s, wondering what Lin Tian was going to do.

Lin Tian walked toward the door, casually dropping one line: “Since he likes to show off so much, let’s go take a look.”