Chapter 80

Both of them were about the same age. If you looked at them separately, they were both fine, but when put together, the contrast became apparent.

Wearing the same outfit wasn't uncommon, and even matching from head to toe wasn't unheard of. Someone with a good temper might laugh it off, treating it as a little spice in life.

If someone wears the same thing as me, it means we have the same taste, right? Everyone has good taste!

Or it might be awkward, embarrassing, and uncomfortable, but attention would soon shift, and life would go on. There was no need to dwell on it and miss out on more important things.

MMP (damn) in my heart, but polite on the surface.

It all depended on one's mindset.

In the current situation, the other person wasn't unattractive, but in terms of looks, figure, and demeanor, he couldn't compete, and was clearly overshadowed by Feng Yi.

Feng Yi was also half a head taller.

After an awkward silence, Feng Yi went around the other person and entered the restroom.

Standing there wouldn't solve the problem and would block the way.

Moreover, Feng Yi could tell that this person wasn't the type with a good attitude. Blocking him here could lead to a bigger conflict. He was here to eat, not to fight.

After Feng Yi went around, the other person walked out of the restroom with a gloomy face.

The guy in the floral shirt who was waiting outside came over.

"Bro Yuan, you and that guy are wearing the same outfit! Even the shoes are the same!"

After a moment of thought, the floral shirt added, "Even the socks are the same color! That guy must be a brand ambassador, right?"

Yan Dingyuan's forehead veins bulged. This idiot had no sense at all! He always hit where it hurt!

You damn fool, saying he's an ambassador the moment you see him, did you think about my feelings?

Your words just now mean that he's the seller's show, and I'm the buyer's show, the one who looks worse!

Of course, what made Yan Dingyuan even angrier was the person who matched his outfit.

Yan Dingyuan had never experienced such humiliation from childhood to adulthood!

Yes, he saw this as humiliation!

Public humiliation!

Even if it wasn't intentional, the humiliation was real, and he couldn't ignore it!

He thought that matching outfits would never happen to him. From childhood to adulthood, he would even have his school uniform modified to avoid matching outfits, let alone being compared by so many passersby!

Although those passersby didn't say anything, their gazes made Yan Dingyuan furious!

Those gazes, filled with amusement, mockery, and ridicule, were more effective than words.

To Yan Dingyuan, it was like a public execution!

However, he couldn't lose his temper in such a setting.

Before coming, his father had warned him to control his temper and not cause trouble, as he would introduce him to some business partners in the evening.

It was also because of his father's last-minute arrangement that he didn't have enough time to prepare his clothes. Yan Dingyuan bought a set on the spot, preparing this outfit.

His usual style was more flamboyant, but since his father was introducing him to some people today, he needed to be more stable, so he bought this set that was a bit business-like but still had a youthful vibe. The shirt, shoes, and socks were also a last-minute match.

He never expected to match outfits!

And he was the one who lost!

He was furious!

Xie Jijie, the guy in the floral shirt, was still babbling.

Yan Dingyuan didn't want to talk to this idiot and returned to a booth by a dining area with a gloomy face.

A few of his close friends had agreed to meet here, and they were arriving one by one.

After Xie Jijie came over, he told the others, "Just now in the restroom, someone matched Bro Yuan's outfit! Completely!"

Yan Dingyuan was furious, knowing that if he didn't speak up, Xie Jijie would keep talking.

Tapping the table, Yan Dingyuan asked, "Where's Lu Qin? Hasn't he arrived yet? He's not supposed to be here early for his company's anniversary celebration?"

They were either from companies closely cooperating with Qianli Group or had some background, and they got along well.

Someone said, "I asked him around ten this morning. Lu Qin said he was accompanying his girlfriend to shop for clothes, but he didn't say where."

"I called him, but no one answered. I texted him, but he didn't reply. When I called again, his phone was off. I thought something happened to him, but I just ran into his father, who said he had something to do and would come later."

"I guess he'll only show up for the group photo during the ceremony. Before that, he won't be involved in media interviews or social interactions."

"Do you think someone else is behind this?"

They looked at the other side of the venue.

There, Lu Yue was smiling as he was interviewed by a media outlet.

"Heard the Lu family is very competitive. What do you think, Bro Yuan?"

After waiting for a while and getting no response, someone said, "Hey? Bro Yuan?"

The others looked at Yan Dingyuan, who was staring in one direction, and followed his gaze.

Xie Jijie said, "Damn, it's that guy! The one who matched Bro Yuan's outfit!"

The others knew the reason as soon as they looked. It was too obvious.

Indeed, they matched from head to toe, inside and out, and Bro Yuan lost.

However, the others were more tactful than Xie Jijie.

"Bro Yuan, it's just a pretty boy, why take it seriously?"

"...Not that white," another person said.

"Still a pretty boy."

"Is there someone like this in our circle? Who knows him?"

"Never seen him. He looks like he's never had a good meal!"

Although Feng Yi maintained his eating manners, they could tell he was there to eat!

"I just checked; he's not the brand ambassador. Probably some minor celebrity brought here to network."

"Looks good but has no popularity. I don't even remember him. There are many good-looking people in the entertainment industry."

"Would a minor celebrity spend so much money on this outfit?"

"Maybe he borrowed it?"

"Whether borrowed or not, this outfit is annoying."

Seeing Yan Dingyuan's gloomy face, someone said, "If you don't like it, just make him change."

Xie Jijie volunteered, "Leave it to me!"

"Ha! Jijie is good at this!"

Xie Jijie had done this before, "Watch me!"

Someone said, "Want some wine? I'll pour you some."

He poured half a glass of red wine and handed it to Xie Jijie.

Xie Jijie didn't take it, pouring a small amount for himself, complaining, "Pouring so much, how can I walk? Don't spill it on me first. This is enough! I'm skilled, don't worry!"

...

Feng Yi finished a dish of scallion-braised sea cucumber and moved to the next dining area.

When Yan Dingyuan's group was staring at him, he noticed. To avoid unnecessary trouble, he decided to move to the next area to continue eating.

Not out of fear, but because it was more practical to eat more than to argue.

In the new dining area, Feng Yi looked at the steak on his plate, still thinking about the scallion-braised sea cucumber he had just eaten.

Wild sea cucumbers were a luxury; now, they were all farmed. The fisheries department strictly regulated sea cucumber farming, but the quality varied among different farms.

Feng Yi didn't know how to judge the quality of sea cucumbers; he only knew what tasted good.

The scallion-braised sea cucumber was delicious, and he planned to have more later.

Focusing on the steak, Feng Yi started to eat.

After finishing the last piece of steak and raising his glass of juice, his body suddenly sensed an adverse external stimulus. His eyes narrowed slightly.

All his senses became active.

Everything around him seemed to turn into colorful particles.

People, objects, wine, and dishes, but in completely different forms.

Emotional information molecules were captured and analyzed.

A pungent smell of alcohol mixed with negative emotions approached.

Pushing away the glass of juice, he moved to avoid the spilled wine and splashed food.

Feng Yi looked at the guy in the floral shirt. He remembered him from outside the restroom.

Xie Jijie looked at Feng Yi's clothes, not sure if they were splashed, but even if they were, it would be just a tiny bit, barely noticeable.

What a pity, this guy reacted so quickly!

Was he on guard against me? Xie Jijie thought.

On the surface, Xie Jijie said insincerely, "Sorry, I didn't notice and kicked the table, almost falling."

As he spoke, he shook the juice off his hand, "See, you splashed me too, we're even."

Feng Yi had been drinking juice, and some of it splashed onto Xie Jijie's hand when the incident happened.

Feng Yi continued to look at him.

Meeting Feng Yi's gaze, Xie Jijie's words faltered.

Those eyes looked normal, but they gave him a cold, emotionless feeling, making him feel like he was being stared at by a snake.

Xie Jijie, with a stiff face, said, "What are you looking at! I already apologized! What do you want, a fight?"

Feng Yi bent the fork in his hand from an "L" to an "N."

Xie Jijie: "..."

Xie Jijie took a step back.

"You're so hot-tempered. We're all decent people; decent people should handle things decently, not resort to violence over a small matter."

Xie Jijie was the type who bullied the weak but backed off when faced with strength.

If Feng Yi were a pushover, he would have bullied him and stepped on him.

But seeing that Feng Yi was tough, Xie Jijie backed off. He was alone, and his backup hadn't arrived, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

So, he decided to retreat.

Xie Jijie left after a few tough words.

Feng Yi stood there, looked at the fork in his hand, and bent it back from an "N" to an "L."

That moment was probably the spontaneous stress response the old butler had mentioned.

He touched the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

The two venomous fangs, usually covered by a membrane, now had the left one slightly exposed.

Just now, it seemed, he had leaked some venom.