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The plan was to package myself as an extreme nuisance, making them think I was not a good person at all, and to annoy the woman in the process. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the most reasonable approach I could come up with at the moment.
I turned my head just in time to lock eyes with Old Zhao in the distance. He was staring at me intensely; if looks could kill, he would have murdered me a hundred times over. Yet, I felt no fear and returned his gaze with a mischievous grin.
I glanced at the bottle of red wine on the table behind me. Although I didn't know much about wine, it had to be decent considering its presence here. I picked it up, took a whiff, and then casually tossed it into the trash bin.
This action caught the attention of the waitstaff and several guests at the banquet.
"Oh my God! That wine is decades old, bought from a master winemaker abroad! It must be worth at least two hundred thousand!" they gasped. "Who is this guy to just throw it away?"
This banquet had been meticulously prepared by Ouyang Xiong for his daughter, and here I was, showing such audacity.
"Get away from him! If people think we're associated with him, we're done for!" they whispered among themselves, but not one of them dared to step forward to stop me.
Old Zhao watched everything unfold, his anger boiling over. He cursed under his breath and prepared to charge at me, but Li Hong held him back, calmly saying, "Old Zhao, can't you see? This brat is doing this on purpose to embarrass himself so that Ouyang Xiong will unilaterally reject this marriage proposal."
Old Zhao gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. "Of course I know! Just wait; when we get back, I'll make sure he spends half a month in bed!"
Seeing that they were unfazed by my antics, I decided to escalate my performance. After all, with Old Zhao backing me up, what could they do?
I sampled various dishes; although they were all delicious, I feigned disgust and discarded everything after just a bite or two.
As my antics drew more attention, I thought it was time to try some vegetables after all that meat. I grabbed some and put them in my mouth but immediately spat them out after just two seconds of chewing. "What is this? Who dares serve such terrible food? Should I just find a block of tofu to die on?"
Suddenly, a small hand holding a bottle of Pepsi appeared in front of me, accompanied by a faint yet delightful fragrance—one I had never encountered before. It wasn't like any perfume; it was subtle yet incredibly pleasant, the kind that only got better the more you inhaled.
"Here! You think it's bad too? I do too! But everyone else here seems to love it; isn't that strange?"
The voice was melodious and sweet; just listening made me picture a cute girl or perhaps someone with a loli-like charm.
I turned toward the voice and found a girl standing next to me, smiling brightly.
She wore a white evening gown that perfectly showcased her figure; she truly elevated the designer's work. The saying "clothes make the man" didn't apply here—only after she wore them could one truly assess the designer's aesthetic.
With a standard oval face devoid of any flaws and fitting my earlier guess, she indeed embodied cuteness. Her looks and figure perfectly illustrated what it meant to be a real-life Barbie doll.
She stood about a head shorter than me and looked up slightly as I leaned down to meet her gaze. Her smile was captivating, revealing two sweet dimples that made it hard not to get lost in them.
If Lin Mu Xi is the girl next door, then the girl in front of me could only be described as extraordinary.
I took the cola she handed me; it wasn't cold, so it must have been at room temperature. Room temperature cola is something even dogs wouldn't drink. I quietly thanked her and set the cola down on the table. I only drink Coca-Cola when it's cold and sweet.
"What's the difference between Pepsi and Coke?" she asked, her laughter ringing like silver bells in my ears, easily drawing me in.
"The difference lies in whether you like it or not. For things you enjoy, you'll like them no matter what; for things you don't like, no matter how they change, you still won't like them."
"That's interesting. May I ask your name?"
"Zhao Lun," I replied, with the character for 'mountain' next to 'Lun.'
Upon hearing my name, she seemed a bit taken aback. "Zhao Lun, we will meet again," she said with a giggle before leaving, not even telling me her name.
I couldn't help but click my tongue in disbelief. Are all wealthy people this mysterious?
Turning back, I continued to execute my plan.
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