Chapter 28: You Have No Shame

Bailan smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Lin Chen, don't worry, I'll be careful. You're such a good person."

Then, Lin Chen ordered a dish of braised pork, and Bailan left.

A few minutes later, Bailan brought the braised pork and rice over and placed them on Lin Chen's table.

Bailan smiled and said, "Brother Lin Chen, I've already paid for you. Consider this meal my treat. I haven't properly thanked you yet."

"Then thank you."

Lin Chen was taken aback for a moment. Seeing her sweet and happy smile, he didn't refuse, as the dish wasn't expensive anyway.

Seeing that Lin Chen wasn't being formal with her, Bailan smiled even more happily. At that moment, someone from the kitchen called her to serve more dishes, so she left.

Lin Chen started eating.

After a few bites, he picked up his phone and called Leng Hanyan.

Leng Hanyan's voice, filled with surprise, came from the other end of the line.

"Lin Chen, why are you calling me? Do you miss me? If you miss me, you can come to the hospital to see me."

"Um... Doctor Leng, you're overthinking it. Give me your bank account number. I'll transfer 800,000 to you to buy the same herbs as before."

Leng Hanyan was surprised, "How did you suddenly have 800,000? And weren't the previous tonics enough? It seems that... your body is really... anyway, you mustn't overdo it. Everything should be done in moderation, or it could be harmful."

Just as Lin Chen was about to reply, he saw a woman slap Bailan, who was panicking, and Bailan was continuously apologizing.

Lin Chen's eyes turned cold.

"Alright, send me your bank account number via text. I'll transfer the money later. I have something to deal with, so I'll talk to you later."

After hanging up, he quickly walked over to Bailan.

Lin Chen pulled Bailan, who had a red handprint on her face and was on the verge of tears, behind him and angrily said to the heavily made-up middle-aged woman, "What's going on? Why did you hit her?"

The middle-aged woman felt a chill from Lin Chen's cold gaze, but seeing everyone looking at them, she sneered, "What, are you trying to be a hero? This brat can't even carry the dishes properly. She's not fit to be a waitress. Now she's stained my clothes!"

"Do you know what brand this is? Chanel! I bet you, a country bumpkin, have never even heard of it. I spent 50,000 to buy it. Can you afford to compensate me?"

A fat middle-aged man walked over and politely said to the woman, "Hello, I'm the owner of this restaurant. If there's any issue, just let me know!"

Then, he turned to Bailan, frowned, and asked, "What happened? Bailan, did you cause trouble?"

Lin Chen was speechless. This middle-aged man seemed to be the owner, but how could a boss be like this, questioning his employee before even knowing what happened?

Moreover, while others might not notice, Lin Chen clearly saw that the owner winked at the woman and spoke in a way that seemed to be urging her to speak so he could follow up.

Lin Chen ignored the middle-aged man and slapped the woman's face. With a loud slap, a handprint appeared on her face, which looked much more severe than Bailan's.

"Ah! Bastard, how dare you hit me?"

The woman, covering her face in anger, shouted at Lin Chen, "What gives you the right to hit me? If you can't give me a reason, I'll fight you to the death!"

Lin Chen said calmly, "This slap is on behalf of Bailan. If she really stained your clothes, we can compensate you. But if not, you should apologize immediately."

"Haha? Apologize? Are you crazy!" the woman shouted.

Lin Chen looked at Bailan, who had red eyes, and asked gently, "What really happened? Did you spill the dish on her?"

Bailan shook her head, looking aggrieved, "No, I just brought the dish over and was about to put it down when this person suddenly stood up and bumped into me, staining her clothes. I immediately apologized, but she wouldn't listen and hit me. Brother Lin Chen, believe me, it was really her who bumped into me."

Before Lin Chen could reply, the fat owner angrily said, "Bailan, do you think people are stupid? How could she bump into you? You're just making excuses to shirk responsibility!"

He looked at Lin Chen with jealousy and said, "Is this person your boyfriend? His clothes look like they're from a street stall. He's probably a migrant worker. What future does he have? I advise you to consider what I told you yesterday. If you agree, I can help you compensate the 50,000."

Bailan's face turned red with anger, "No way! I'd rather die than agree. I was planning to quit today anyway."

The fat owner's face twitched, and he sneered, "That's fine. You'll have to compensate the 50,000 yourself. Can you afford it? Can your migrant worker boyfriend afford it? He probably earns less than 50,000 a year!"

Lin Chen asked Bailan curiously, "What did he ask you to agree to? Why are you so upset?"

Bailan said angrily, "He wants me to be his mistress. No way! He has no shame!"

The people in the restaurant looked at the fat owner with disdain.

This man looked to be in his forties, fat like a pig, and could be the girl's father. Yet he wanted to take such a young and fresh girl. He was truly a beast.

The fat owner laughed coldly, not caring about others' gazes.

"Say whatever you want. Since you won't agree, you'll have to pay. Can you afford it? If not, humph, neither of you will leave here!"

"What do you mean? Is the money for you or for this woman? Even if we compensate, it should be to this woman, not you. Why do you seem more eager than her? Could it be that you called her here?" Lin Chen mocked.

The fat owner's face changed, and he cursed, "Stop talking nonsense! Will you pay or not?"

He signaled to the middle-aged woman, and Lin Chen sneered even more.

The woman understood and chimed in, "That's right. If you can't pay, I'll call the police. We'll see each other at the station!"

Then, the woman's tone changed, and she said to Bailan in a condescending manner, "Little girl, why be so stubborn? Mr. Wang is older and married, but he's a successful man. Following him will give you a good life.

Look at the guy in front of you. He looks like he has no money or power. Following him will only bring you suffering. Love is unreliable. I advise you to think carefully. In my opinion, choosing Mr. Wang will never make you regret it."

Bailan's face showed determination as she said angrily, "Pah, you have no shame. I don't need to think. I'd rather die than agree to this. In my eyes, Brother Lin Chen is a thousand, ten thousand times better than this hypocrite."

Lin Chen was surprised, not expecting her to have such a good impression of him.

He laughed, "Are you all so sure that I'm so poor that I can't even come up with 50,000?"

The fat owner snorted, "Even if you can come up with 50,000, it's probably all you have. You're still a pauper! 50,000 is nothing. A woman following you will only suffer. How can it compare to following me?"

Bailan wanted to defend Lin Chen but couldn't find the words, as his appearance didn't look like that of a rich person.

Lin Chen took out his phone and held it up.

The screen showed a bank message from the morning, indicating that his account had received 1,000,000.