Chapter 2: Finding Someone to Deliver a “Gift”—Extending My Sincere Greetings
Compared to the silence on the upper floor of the villa, the ground floor was a completely different world.
Beneath the luxurious and imposing crystal chandeliers, men and women dressed in exquisite finery gathered in twos and threes, sitting or standing as they conversed in hushed tones.
Amidst the clinking of glasses, laughter and chatter flowed endlessly. The wine and champagne in their hands swirled in the glasses, refracting dazzling brilliance under the lights.
In a corner, a waitress standing at her designated post quietly let out a breath while waiting to be summoned. Even though she had seen scenes like this many times, she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly every single time.
Some people are born to toil like beasts of burden, while others, from the moment of their birth, stand at heights most people could never reach in a lifetime…
Before her thoughts could wander further, a slight movement not far away caught the corner of her eye. maintaining her professional standard of keeping eyes and ears open to everything, she turned her body slightly sideways to look at the source of the disturbance.
That single glance caused her breath to hitch for a second.
In the shadows cast by the greenery, a figure stood silently. He was so thin and frail, and so pale, that at first glance, she almost mistook him for a ghost or spirit.
But as her gaze traveled upward and she saw that face—hovering between light and shadow, breathtakingly beautiful—she immediately realized how ridiculous her wild imagination was.
However, he was truly white, so pale that he seemed to be glowing even in the dark corner. He was also truly thin; without looking closely, it was hard to even discern the rise and fall of his chest.
Faced with someone so good-looking and fragile, as someone with a weakness for beauty, the waitress’s vigilance instantly dropped below the safety line. She couldn’t help but take a step forward, keeping her voice low as she asked:
“Sir, do you need any help?”
When the other party cast a cool, faint glance at her, a certain phrase flashed inappropriately through the waitress’s mind. She couldn’t remember where she had seen it, but the gist was: People who are exceptionally beautiful possess a somewhat ethereal, ghostly aura.
She used to scoff at that, but now she realized—tsk! No sentence could describe the scene before her more perfectly.
Perhaps her slightly drifting tone caught the guest’s attention, as the weight of his gaze on her increased a few notches.
Before the waitress could secretly straighten her posture and suck in her stomach, a folded note was handed to her.
“Please, could you pass this note to that gentleman…”
The voice was somewhat hoarse, but not unpleasant to hear.
The waitress reflexively looked in the direction the handsome guest was pointing and immediately spotted the central figure of tonight’s banquet. He was also her temporary employer, the Young Master of the Dan family, Dan Man.
Before coming to the villa tonight, the waitress had learned a bit about this employer. Rumor had it that not only was his family wealthy, but he was also an extremely talented designer who had just won the championship of some jewelry design competition.
As a layperson, the waitress didn’t understand jewelry design, but the fleeting glimpse she had caught of the first-prize-winning jewelry had left her stunned.
The magnificence and dreamlike quality of the deep sea, that indescribable darkness and mystery, had been vividly brought to life before her eyes.
She still remembered a colleague asking enviously: “Which window did God close for him?”
The protagonist tonight was Dan Man, so the waitress naturally looked at Dan Man first. As she took the note, she naturally assumed the person this handsome guest was referring to was also Dan Man.
“So, Sir is also a friend of Mr. Dan Man? Why don’t you go over personally to offer your congratulations?”
As she spoke, the waitress glanced at Dan Man, who was surrounded like the moon by stars, and then looked back at the frail, thin young man before her. Without waiting for him to explain, she subconsciously made excuses for him in her heart.
There were too many people around Dan Man; it would probably be too much of a struggle for this guest to squeeze in and out. Passing a note between friends who weren’t extremely close was reasonable…
“Friend?” Le Can laughed low in his throat.
He looked up at his former friend, who was beaming with success in the crowd. Slowly, he reined in the smile on his face, his gaze becoming so focused that the waitress felt a strange unease.
“Yes, a friend…”
How could he and Dan Man not be considered friends?
That was why, after dealing with Lu Zhangping, without even catching his breath, Le Can had rushed to deliver a “grand gift” to his old friend.
The waitress suddenly felt a chill. She gave a dry laugh, “Then, I’ll take it over?”
“Thank you, but you’ve misunderstood. This note isn’t for Dan Man, but for that one.”
Fingers like scallion roots pointed precisely in a direction. The waitress’s eyes inevitably lingered on the slender, beautiful hand before landing on the back of a figure sitting on a sofa.
It wasn’t the waitress’s fault for missing the correct choice.
From her angle, the designated target was directly in the line of sight toward Dan Man. Since he was sitting with his back to her, her gaze had easily skipped over him.
The waitress was a part-timer pulled in to help temporarily; knowing the employer’s details was already her limit. As for the vast majority of people in the venue, she was completely in the dark.
She glanced curiously at the young man leaning diagonally on the sofa. His sitting posture was wild and uninhibited, his expression a mix of disdain and arrogance.
—He fit her stereotype of a rich second generation perfectly.
Now that the target was clear, the small note, contents unknown, was quickly delivered to the right person. Her mission accomplished, the waitress returned to her original post, only to find that Le Can was already gone from the spot near the greenery.
Before regret could wash over her, she saw the person who received the note spring up from his seat with a whoosh! Spring up?!
Le Can actually hadn’t gone far.
While Jian Minglang was holding the note, leaping up, and looking around for the sender, Le Can was in a corner of the dessert buffet area, silently gnawing on a small cake.
He hadn’t eaten a bite for several meals in a row. The adrenaline that had held him up while castrating the scumbag had mostly dissipated. Just the effort of coming downstairs had turned Le Can into a limp noodle. White and black spots were exploding in his vision like fireworks, cycling between appearing and disappearing.
Le Can should have handed the note over himself, and he had no intention of hiding his tracks. Unfortunately, his stamina was garbage; one more step and he would have fainted on the spot.
Fighting his instinctual cravings, Le Can controlled the speed of his swallowing. Only after his starving and exhausted body finally caught its breath did he spare the mental energy to focus on Jian Minglang’s subsequent actions.
Sure enough, he had bet correctly.
Jian Minglang was not a man who thought thrice before acting.
Under normal circumstances, upon receiving information of unknown origin, most people’s first reaction would be doubt and hesitation. But Jian Minglang was not “most people.”
Jian Minglang was the sole heir of the Jian family for three generations. Spoiled since childhood, he had a straightforward personality. with his family supporting him, his first reaction to doing things would absolutely never be hesitation or deliberation.
To be honest, although he had never truly met Jian Minglang in person, Le Can actually envied and admired someone like him. But in the descriptions given by his former “good friend” Dan Man, this person was always looking for trouble for no reason.
The specific details were unknown, but Le Can clearly knew one fact: The two had a grudge and couldn’t stand the sight of each other.
If anyone learned about the things Dan Man had done, they might help cover it up in public. Le Can was certain that “anyone” would absolutely not include Jian Minglang.
A few meters away, Jian Minglang was unaware that someone was expressing full affirmation of his character.
Having received a “special” invitation from Dan Man, and dragged here by meddlesome friends to watch a person he hated bask in glory, Young Master Jian was already extremely depressed.
The second he saw the information on the note, he was first shocked, and then that shock turned into wild ecstasy. Regardless of how others might react, the moment he saw the contents clearly, Jian Minglang logically and naturally believed what was written on it.
For someone like Dan Man, winning a jewelry design competition wasn’t rare.
Although Jian Minglang didn’t really want to admit it, in their circle, it was very common for rich people to throw money around to buy a championship.
But having actually seen the finished award-winning jewelry, Jian Minglang dared to swear to the heavens: If that was something Dan Man was capable of designing, he would twist his own head off and give it to people to kick like a ball!
Given Dan Man’s jealous and attention-seeking nature, if he really had that kind of diamond-tier ability, he would have broadcasted it to the whole world long ago.
If nothing else, he would have definitely shoved it in Jian Minglang’s face first.
His immature act of jumping up on the spot attracted a lot of attention. Jian Minglang not only didn’t care, but he also took the opportunity to smugly wave the note in his hand. Facing Dan Man, who was walking towards him with a look of disdain, he cleared his throat.
“Dan Man, I heard you won a championship. I haven’t had the chance to extend my sincere greetings to you yet.”
His voice was deliberately amplified, his tone clear, with heavy emphasis on the final words. Some people standing further away couldn’t help but crane their necks toward the center of the noise. In the corner, Le Can bit into a soft, bouncy pastry and silently cheered for Young Master Jian in his heart.
Dan Man knew exactly what Jian Minglang’s attitude toward him was. Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, the upward curve of his lips drooping for a second.
“Look at what you’re saying, Young Master Jian. These are just small endeavors, nothing much.”
Pausing for a moment and seeing Jian Minglang didn’t refute him, Dan Man hesitantly added, “Actually, the biggest credit goes to my parents. Without them, I wouldn’t have my current achievements…”
Le Can watched as Jian Minglang nodded in profound agreement. “Indeed.”
However, before the smile on Dan Man’s face could deepen, Jian Minglang suddenly raised his head: “If not for the power of the Dan family, you couldn’t have stolen someone else’s blood, sweat, and tears so easily!”
This sentence smashed down without mercy. The entire venue fell silent at first, followed immediately by an uproar.
“Hiss—Stolen? What does that mean?!”
“Oh my, what else could it mean? It means the idea and the design belong to someone else!”
“Holy crap, brothers and sisters, we’re still on their turf! Keep it down, keep it down…”
Le Can was also choked by Jian Minglang’s directness. He raised his hand to grab a glass of juice, drinking it to smooth his breathing. Jian Minglang’s performance was even more spectacular than he had anticipated.
Of course, equally spectacular was Dan Man’s subsequent counterattack.
Listening to the commotion around him, Dan Man, standing in the center of the storm, instantly turned cold. He glanced around at the people making faces or looking secretive, and suddenly clenched his fists.
“Jian Minglang, what exactly are you trying to do?”
“Do what?” Jian Minglang wasn’t afraid of the threat in Dan Man’s words. Arms crossed, he looked the person in front of him up and down with utter contempt. Seeing Dan Man’s hands trembling with rage, he nodded with satisfaction.
But this wasn’t enough.
“I’m just curious. Acting all intimate with someone to their face, while behind their back you pry away their boyfriend and plagiarize their creative ideas and design drafts. Dan Man, so it turns out this is what you studied!”
The gossip that had just been suppressed shot up instantly. Everyone was whispering, their probing little eyes darting back and forth between the two confronting figures.
“Jian Minglang! Don’t spew blood [slander] here just because you don’t like me!”
Dan Man’s face was as pale as paper, yet he still shouted, appearing fierce while weak inside.
Hearing this, Le Can couldn’t help but want to applaud his enemy.
With the aid of rhetoric and volume, a considerable number of onlookers were already wavering. But since he dared to seek out Jian Minglang, he wouldn’t simply write a single note.
Even if Jian Minglang was spoiled and not particularly scheming, he wasn’t stupid enough to be incited by just a few words.
“Bah! You’re the one spewing blood!”
“You want evidence? Then I’ll give you evidence!”
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