Chapter 192 - 187: The Male Supporting Character Isn’t Brain-Dead
Although Leng Haoxuan wasn’t as valued by his family as his cousin Leng Junxuan, he was still a direct descendant of the Leng Family, someone these gradually declining rich second generations couldn’t compare with. Seeing Leng Haoxuan’s rare interest being rejected by an inconspicuous woman, his lackey immediately blocked the door.
The lackey sneered with a threat: "What, are you looking down on us?"
Su Ruoxi frowned in disgust, stood up straight, and spoke with moral righteousness: "Sir, please step aside. The club has rules; you cannot force me."
Though the lackey would act subservient in front of the Leng brothers, he was certainly not someone ordinary people could compare with, especially a waitress like Su Ruoxi who worked in a club. In his view, since she was working here, why still pretend to be pure? Didn’t she know what kind of place this was?
He now believed that Su Ruoxi was doing this on purpose, deliberately rejecting him, deliberately showing her difference from others to attract their attention, hence he sneered: "Little lady, you surely don’t intend to catch by pretending to escape, do you? Brother is telling you, your tricks won’t work on us. Obey nicely, and you might get more than you expect."
Su Ruoxi was immediately so angry that her face turned red and her almond eyes rounded: "You’re talking nonsense, get out of the way, or I’m calling the police."
At best, Su Ruoxi’s face could be considered delicate, with only her almond eyes adding extra charm. Now her agitated look actually made her more lively, but in Ye Qiu’s eyes, she still wasn’t half as good-looking as his fiancée.
At this moment, he sat next to his fiancée and sister, peeling fruits for the two demanding girls, not participating in nor resolving the farce happening in the private room, showing an indifferent side very unlike the usually gentle and courteous Second Young Master of the Ye Family.
The rich second generation had also lost their patience by now, and turned to question the manager: "Is this the kind of waitress you hire?"
The manager apologized with a cold sweat and bowing: "Young Master Zhao, I’m really sorry, this is my mistake. How about I call a few more over?"