chapter 2.2

He gave a light cough, put on a pretentious smile and said, “Doesn’t Young Master Qiao not get along with Gu Ye? Why being so polite? Could it be that Qiao Shao also … “

He stopped talking and smiled with a light snort, with an expression full of contempt.

The others at the table didn’t speak but they secretly exchanged glances, the kind of expression that was scornful and made others very uncomfortable.

They all knew that this Qiao Yang was a person with few abilities but possessed extreme vanity. He could ascend to heaven to the sky with a little flattery, and then he could explode with just a poke.

He absolutely couldn’t be provoked.

Sure enough, Qiao Yang’s face sank as he looked over and stalked towards Liang Wei, his voice was slightly cold, “Did I tell you to call him?”

When the phoenix eyes were not smiling, the corner of his eyes were upturned, the eyebrows were sharp, and with the thin lips and sharp jaws, they brought their own air of fury.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly turned cold.

Qiao Yang was indeed furious.

However, there was no impetuousness in his eyes like in the past, rather it was as calm as an ancient pond—dark and deep. The sharp pointed outer corner of his eyes were suffused with a clear cold brilliance, it was like looking straight into the heart.

This was the Qiao Yang they had never seen before.

Liang Wei inexplicably and suddenly felt a sense of panic, and his imposing manner of speaking also weakened, “I…… Didn’t I help you to call someone over?”

Qiao Yang leaned back in his seat and tilted his head slightly, his sharpness was slightly withdrawn, he questioned in a tone that was as light as a superior’s speaking manner:

“It’s my business as to who I want to humiliate and when I want to. Is it your turn to call someone over?”

The slightly narrowed eyes were deep and translucent as if it could penetrate the human heart, plucking out those raw dirty thoughts from the bottom of one’s heart.

Liang Wei, “You!”

It’s just Qiao Yang. How dare he look at me like that?

He flew into a rage out of humiliation[1] and suddenly stood up violently, pointing at him and shouting, “What are you so proud of, you really think you’re so great. And you need to take a look, who else in the circle will play with you other than us.”

The brother next to him, who had a crew style hair-cut, saw that things were far from good and quickly pulled him back, “Ai… ai… ai, Brother Liang calm down, there are so many people watching. If you have something to say, let’s talk about it nicely.”

“Today is the Qiao family’s home field, don’t tell me that Young Master Qiao could let go the fellow Gu Ye, there must be a backer, right?”

Qiao Yang sneered and stopped giving them any attention.

He stood up and walked out of the gloriously ornate hotel venue.

It was a night in early Spring. The wind carried with it a slight chill that blew away the dry heat of the wine that he had consumed, and made people gradually become sober.

As far as his eyes could see, they were surrounded by many high-rise buildings, and the streets were flowing with running vehicles and crowds of people passing by.

The hustle and bustle of the city was just like the scenery he could see everywhere in his own world, it did not feel like he was in a different world.

He was all alone anyway, it didn’t matter where he lived.

Qiao Yang leaned his back against the wall just outside the front entrance of the hotel and let out a long sigh. He habitually touched his pockets, but couldn’t find the cure to his loneliness.

There was a convenience store not far away, so he walked in to buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. At the checkout, he found that the original owner carried no cash, but had a lot of cards.

He randomly pulled out a credit card to pay for the purchase. As he walked out of the convenience store, he received a text message on his phone.

—Your bank card with the ending number of 8908, just spent 25 Yuan on March 5. The remaining balance is 28980990.35 Yuan.

Qiao Yang rubbed his eyes and read it again: ……!

“You’re so rich, what’s the point of fighting for the family’s property, it’s much better to live freely and at leisure. You also wouldn’t end up as far as jumping off a building to commit suicide either, and even harm your whole family to immediately follow after your misfortune.”

He was sitting at the bottom of the hotel’s front steps, chewing on his cigarette’s butt while talking to himself.

“What are you doing here?!”

A clear and cold voice suddenly sounded out behind him.

Qiao Yang turned his head to take a look, and there was a tall, upright, and handsome man standing above the steps.

The man was wearing a silver-white colored suit with the dark gray tie fastened with a gold clip on it, the gold cufflinks were faintly visible on his wrist. Furthermore, the other’s hand was in the pocket of his trousers, as he stood there in an elegant and noble manner, and with a touch of unrestrained casualness.

It was only that the eyes looking at Qiao Yang were not so kind, revealing some disgust and coldness.

Qiao Yang quickly searched the name and identity of the other man in the original owner’s memory:

Qiao Jin, the original owner’s second brother.

The Qiao Corporation Sales Department Headquarters’s General Manager.

He also used to be the manager of the Planning Department, but not long ago, the original owner used his college major as an excuse to steal the position from Qiao Jin’s hand.

Qiao Yang replied dryly, “It’s a little stuffy inside the banquet hall, so I come out to sit down.”

Qiao Jin looked at the cigarette in his hand, he raised his eyebrows slightly as he questioned, “You smoke?”

The hand that was holding the cigarette paused. The Qiao family seemed to have a ‘no smoking’ rule, the original owner and his family didn’t smoke, no wonder his throat felt irritated.

Qiao Yang lowered his hand and instinctively hid it behind his back, “Just…… some thoughts, I’ll try not to smoke from now on.”