Chapter 30: He Seems to Be Calling You an Idiot
Inside the bar’s private room, the atmosphere had nearly reached its peak. Qiao Yubai was pinned to the sofa by two or three men. His wrists were held painfully tight by a man’s rough palms, his knuckles turning pale. He tilted his head to dodge the wine glass being brought to his lips. The amber liquid sloshed over the rim, splashing onto his collar and spreading into a small, dark stain.
“Stop acting. It’s just one drink,” the hoodlum beside him said with a frivolous laugh. His other hand directly pinched Qiao Yubai’s chin, forcing him to look up. The cold rim of the glass was already pressing against his lips. “Give Young Master Fang some face, or you’ll have a hard time.”
He struggled to turn his head, the alcohol spilling on the corner of his mouth and flowing down his jawline, dripping onto his collarbone. This caused the surrounding hoodlums to burst into laughter.
Entering the room, Ye Ran coldly scanned everyone present. Half were male models from the bar, and the other half looked like local thugs.
His gaze finally landed on the man sitting in the main seat. He was wearing gaudy, flashy clothes and looked like a flamboyant peacock.
His face was clean, and his aura was very arrogant. At a glance, it was obvious he was a young master from a wealthy family, full of empty bravado.
Seeing Ye Ran, a layer of faint red instantly appeared in Qiao Yubai’s eyes. “Ge…”
His voice was a bit husky. He struggled to get up, only to be pressed down again by the people beside him.
Ye Ran gave him a look, and Qiao Yubai understood, ceasing his struggle.
The man in the main seat was also sizing up Ye Ran. He was dressed in a black casual shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his smooth forearms. The way he looked at them was like he was looking at a pile of trash.
This was the Third Young Master of the Ye family, Ye Ran, who Chi Yuheng had pampered while growing up?
He didn’t look like the kind of useless young master who only knew how to indulge in wine and women; rather, he looked quite proud and capable of fighting.
That vibe suited his taste, but unfortunately, he was Chi Yuheng’s person.
“Young Master Ye.” His thin lips curved into a smile as his body leaned lazily against the sofa behind him. Immediately, a male model leaned into his arms. With a smirk, his hand took the opportunity to grope the model’s backside. “Since you’re here, we’re friends. Let’s get to know each other. My name is Fang Yuan.”
Ye Ran raised his eyes to look at him, the corner of his mouth curving into an extremely faint arc. “Fang Yuan? Is that the Fang Yuan where an idiot like you couldn’t be found even within a ten-mile radius?”
“Pfft…” A hoodlum beside Fang Yuan couldn’t control himself and spat out a mouthful of wine, soaking the male model opposite him.
The model walked away in disgust.
The hoodlum didn’t care. After spitting the wine, he was still laughing. “Holy shit… Hahaha… Young Master Fang, he seems to be calling you an idiot, hahahaha…”
Listening to this laughter, Fang Yuan’s face turned darker and darker. He directly picked up a glass of wine from the table and threw it in the hoodlum’s face. “You’re the idiot!”
The laughter came to an abrupt halt. The person seemed to have been splashed awake by the wine and obediently shut his mouth, rolling off to the side.
Seeing this scene, Ye Ran also nearly failed to hold back a laugh. Could this person’s subordinates really be competent?
Fang Yuan’s expression darkened as he tossed the male model in his arms aside. “Young Master Ye really knows how to joke.”
Up until now, no one had invited him to sit. Ye Ran never wronged himself; he casually dragged a chair over, placed it down, and sat directly opposite Fang Yuan.
“To make friends, one must know each other’s background. Why don’t you bring out your family tree or list your ancestors for eighteen generations? Then I’ll consider whether or not to be your friend.”
Never mind eighteen generations, Fang Yuan wasn’t even very clear on which characters made up his grandfather’s name. With Ye Ran under his nose, he didn’t think he could pull any tricks, so he stated his father’s name.
“My dad is Fang Yichuan.”
Once Fang Yuan said this name, Ye Ran understood instantly.
Fang Yichuan was originally a director of the Chengyi Group. The man was an old fox. During a power struggle at Chengyi, he had sided with Chi Yuheng’s opponent. Some time ago, when Chi Yuheng had overhauled the board of directors, Fang Yichuan was among those purged.
Fang Yuan stared into Ye Ran’s eyes. He didn’t seem to have much of a reaction, so he probably didn’t know his father.
Chi Yuheng had ruined his family to such an extent; he wouldn’t let him off no matter what.
Everyone said Chi Yuheng cared most about this little young master of his. Then he would get Ye Ran and sleep with him to disgust Chi Yuheng.
Ye Ran shifted his gaze to Qiao Yubai. “If you want to be friends, why did you grab him?”
Fang Yuan spoke very bluntly. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come. The alcohol here is pretty good, so I’m helping him practice his drinking capacity by the way.”
Speaking of alcohol, Ye Ran’s craving really flared up.
“He’s just a little rookie, not even half as good as me. By the way, where’s the alcohol I asked for just now? Why hasn’t it been brought in yet?”
As soon as Ye Ran finished speaking, a waiter pushed the door open to bring in the alcohol.
Seeing the quantity of alcohol, Fang Yuan was stunned. Could they finish all of this?
Ye Ran pinched a bottle by the body with his fingertips and pressed his thumb against the edge of the cap. He didn’t look for an opener; with just a slight exertion of his wrist, his fingertip pushed the cap upward with a “pop.” The cap flipped half a circle in the air with a spray of foam, accurately landing in a nearby empty dish.
Ye Ran pushed the bottle forward. “Drink. Surely Young Master Fang isn’t afraid he won’t be able to finish this little bit of alcohol?”
This little bit?!
Even if Fang Yuan were a water buffalo, he wouldn’t be able to finish it.
He gave an awkward smile. “Drinking alone is quite boring. Why don’t we play a game?”
It was a classic routine often played in bars, and Ye Ran was accustomed to it.
Whoever lost would drink. In short, they wouldn’t let him walk out of this room.
Ye Ran narrowed his eyes. “What are we playing?”
Fang Yuan fixed his gaze on him. “Cards. The loser drinks.”
Ye Ran nodded in agreement but wasn’t in a hurry to start. “I think we can add a little something extra.”
He called someone to bring over chips. “Playing alone is boring; we have to add some stakes. Young Master Fang is powerful; surely he won’t be short of this bit of pocket change.”
It was becoming more and more interesting. Everyone crowded around to watch the confrontation between the two, even the people watching Qiao Yubai came over.
Like being granted a pardon, Qiao Yubai quickly ran to Ye Ran’s side.
The bar waiter was pulled over to act as the dealer. In the first round, Ye Ran lost.
The chips were pushed toward Fang Yuan’s side, and a male model brought over a bottle of alcohol.
Qiao Yubai blocked Ye Ran. “I’ll drink.”
Ye Ran: “…”
He tugged at Qiao Yubai’s clothes and asked, “Can you really drink?”
Qiao Yubai whispered back, “No.”
Ye Ran asked again, “Then what’s your capacity?”
Qiao Yubai thought about his actual capacity and answered truthfully, “At most two bottles.”
Ye Ran: “…”
With that kind of capacity, how did he dare to step up?
“You dare to drink with that little capacity?!”
“If I don’t drink, they’ll make you drink.”
“If you get drunk, it’ll be even more of a hassle for me to carry you back.”
Qiao Yubai hung his head in self-reproach. “Ge, I’ve dragged you down.”
The two of them went back and forth, making the hoodlums beside them impatient. “Are you going to drink or not?”
Without waiting for Qiao Yubai to speak, Ye Ran directly took the bottle and drained it in one go.
In the second round, Ye Ran lost again.
As the second bottle went down, Fang Yuan’s eyes lit up. So losing for Ye Ran was that simple; he had thought he was some kind of expert.
But losing was good.
Once he was drunk, things would be much easier to handle.
Translator’s Note:
- Fang Yuan: A pun on “ten miles radius” (方圆十里).
- Opening a bottle with bare hands: This shows Ye Ran’s cool and rebellious side.
- Young Master (Shao): A respectful address for wealthy young men.
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