A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 42 Who Is the Real Fool?

"Whoa! As expected of Shen Jiu-Yi, the head of the Shen family!"

"He gives away an antique painting worth twenty million just like that! That's very generous of him! Very

generous!"

"Qiao-Yu, your family has hit the jackpot! You are going to be so rich~"

Twenty million. How much money was that?

The Qiu's family business, Qiushui Logistics, itself was only worth several dozen million. And so, giving

them a painting that was worth twenty million was akin to giving another Qiushui Logistics to Qiu Mu-

Ying's family.

"Whoa, is it really worth twenty million?"

"Hahaha~"

"Mu-Ying, we have hit the jackpot! Our family has hit the jackpot!"

Wang Qiao-Yu and her daughter were so elated that their faces had turned a bright shade of red. They

were acting as if they were just a couple of unsophisticated country bumpkins. And it was all they could

do to prevent themselves from rushing onto the stage to grab the painting.

The other Qius were full of envy.

"Mr. Chu, please accept our gift."

Just then, Shen Fei's voice drifted through from the stage.

"Quick, where's Wen-Fei?"

"Oh my! This is so frustrating!"

"How could he go to the toilet at such a crucial moment?"

"Quick, give Wen-Fei a call. Tell him to come back right now." Wang Qiao-Yu was hopping with anxiety

as she hurriedly urged Qiu Mu-Ying to call her husband.

"He's here. He's here. Qiao-Yu, Wen-Fei is here."

Qiu Mu-Ying was about to dial her husband's number when Chu Wen-Fei, who had just finished using

the men's room, walked in through the door.

It was obvious that Chu Wen-Fei had a bit too much to drink, as his face was slightly flushed. The

moment he stepped into the dining hall, he saw his wife and mother-in-law running toward him like a

couple of crazies.

"Wen-Fei, quick!"

"Stop dilly-dallying. Quick, get up to the stage and get your painting."

"Mr. Shen just gave you a painting. An original by Tang Bo-Hu. It's worth twenty million.”

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"A painting that's worth twenty million?"

"For me?"

When he heard the good news, Chu Wen-Fei shivered and sobered up immediately.

He stared at his wife and mother-in-law with wide-opened eyes and asked, "Is this true? He's going to

give me a painting worth twenty million?”

"But of course!"

"Quick, get on the stage. Mr. Shen is still waiting for you." Both Qiu Mu-Ying and her mother were

racked with anxiety. And without wasting any more time, they started pushing Chu Wen-Fei toward the

stage.

Just then, Chu Wen-Fei felt as if he was floating on air. As if he was in a dream.

Although Chu Wen-Fei's family dealt in real estate investments, their company was just a joint-stock

company. So the total worth of the Chu family's assets was only several dozen million. That was why

Chu Wen-Fei was so taken aback when he heard that Mr. Shen was going to give him a painting worth

twenty million.

That meant that Chu Wen-Fei would become just as rich as his father.

"Mr. Chu, please accept our gift."

Once again, Shen Jiu-Yi's voice rang out in the hall.

"What are you standing around for? Quick, get on the stage. Mr. Shen has been waiting for a long

time." Wang Qiao-Yu and her daughter continued to hurry him along.

Chu Wen-Fei was overflowing with joy. He was about to become a multi-millionaire at such a young

age. To him, it was truly an unexpected piece of good fortune.

Hmph, dad. You keep telling me I am a good-for-nothing. You think I am unambitious. Now look at me. I

am going to become a multi-millionaire. The next time you see me, I wonder what you will have to say?

Chu Wen-Fei could almost see the look of astonishment on his parents' faces, as he stood tall and

proud before them.

When he pictured that scene, Chu Wen-Fei felt a sense of satisfaction. And then, without further ado,

he quick-stepped forward toward the stage.

"Hahaha."

"Mr. Shen, you are standing on ceremony!”

"I am undeserving of such a valuable gift. But since you are insisting, I will just have to accept it."

Chu Wen-Fei laughed as he walked toward the stage. Just then, he felt as if he was floating on air.

He was ready to cry tears of joy, because he felt that Life was just too good to him.

What do men want? Women and wealth. Many men will strive in vain throughout their lives to obtain

them. But Chu Wen-Fei, a recent university graduate, had already obtained both of them.

His wife, Qiu Mu-Ying, was still a beauty even though her cousin was far more attractive.

As for wealth, after the banquet, he was going to become a multi-millionaire. With that achievement

under his belt, he could easily be acknowledged as one of the elites in a low tier city like Yunzhou.

"Haha, I am truly the chosen one, the beloved of the gods."

Chu Wen-Fei felt thoroughly satisfied. Enveloped by the envious gazes of the Qius, he looked to be in

high spirits and his laughter was full of confidence. As if he was an emperor reigning over the world.

His arrogance knew no bounds.

At that moment, Chu Wen-Fei was the most dazzling existence in the vast dining hall of the hotel.

With his head held high and his chest puffed out, he strode toward the stage.

All the Qius were looking at him, the born winner.

"Chu Wen-Fei is the son every parent hopes for!" Qiu Guang's face was full of admiration.

"Yes, our brother has such a capable son-in-law. Their family will definitely soar to greater heights.

They will be out of our league then."

"Wen-Fei is truly capable-"

"He turns himself into a multi-millionaire in just one day. Ying-Ying, you have found yourself a good

husband-"

The Qius were full of praise for their star son-in-law.

The families of the eldest and second eldest Qiu brothers looked on enviously.

Master Qiu was also all smiles. The more he looked at Chu Wen-Fei, the more he liked that young

man.

As for Qiu Luo's family, they were savoring their moment of glory. Wang Qiao-Yu was smiling smugly,

and her daughter was holding her head up high with pride. The more amazing Chu Wen-Fei was, the

prouder they were.

Among the crowd, the neglected Qiu Mu-

Cheng continued to watch the show quietly.

Throughout the show, she merely looked at the glory that belonged to others, without saying a word.

Was she envious?

Of course she was.

But she was only envious. She did not resent Ye Fan or hate him for being incompetent. After all,

everyone had their own lives. Some people were rich and some were ordinary. Some things could not

be forced.

It was better to be satisfied with one's own lot in life.

But, just then, Ye Fan, who had been sitting beside Qiu Mu-Cheng, suddenly stood up.

He turned around and started walking toward the stage as well.

"Ye Fan, what are you doing?" Qiu Mu-Cheng asked in confusion. Because she knew what Ye Fan was

like, she suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Mm?"

"You useless piece of trash! What are you trying to pull here?"

"Are you crazy? Quick, sit down!"

"You disgraceful fool," Wang Qiao-Yu scolded. She had also noticed what Ye Fan was doing,

"Shit, don't tell me you think Mr. Shen is giving you the painting?”

"Oh my heavens! Don't tell me you actually think you are Mr. Chu?"

"What an idiot!" Qiu Mu-Ying sneered.

When the Qius saw that Ye Fan had no intentions of turning back, they were scared witless.

"Ye Fan, are you crazy?" "Are you an idiot?'

"Go back to your seat!"

"You disgraceful fool! Do you think you can bear the burden of angering Mr. Shen?"

"Shit! We should not have let you come with us~"

Qiu Guang stood up and roared angrily. Meanwhile, Master Qiu had already turned green with anger.

As the Qius scolded Ye Fan, their eyes were filled with ridicule. They knew, after today, their live-in son-

in-law would become the laughing stock of the Qiu family.

In the corner, Qiu Mu-Cheng's eyes had turned bloodshot with worry. And as she looked at her

husband's retreating back, she almost burst into tears.