Chapter 33: The Price Of Arrogance
"Nothing, I was just brushing some ash off Meilin's shoulder," Zhao Yiming answered casually, his voice calm as he gently brushed Su Meilin's shoulder—deliberately calling her by her given name.
Jin Haolong narrowed his eyes. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, voice sharp and demanding.
He grabbed Meilin's shoulder roughly, forcing her to step away from Yiming. She looked visibly uncomfortable.
"Well," Zhao Yiming shrugged, unfazed. "I rent one of your lousy rooms, that's all."
"Huh." Jin turned to Su Meilin, silently demanding confirmation.
She gave a small nod. "This is Zhao Yiming... you know, the one who's always late paying rent."
Jin Haolong scoffed, then let out a mocking laugh. "Ah, so this is that bastard alcoholic who gambled away all his money and ended up with nothing!" His tone was dripping with contempt.
Zhao Yiming's eyes darkened. 'Hmph! Arrogant brat!'
It was the same tone... the same expression Jin Haolong used when talking to Lao Chen—his old self. That same condescending, arrogant way of looking down on people.
"Right," Yiming said coolly. "But I made a little luck at the tables last night. Bought myself a car, too."
With that, he clicked his key, and the doors of his brand-new Rolls Royce Wraith opened with a sleek sound.