Chapter 049: My Life is All About Waving
Before Lin Lang could continue to coax Chu Yiren into happiness,
Zhou Weihao, the son of Shanghai's richest man, approached Chu Yiren, who was sweetly smiling at Lin Lang. He was accompanied by two sycophantic hangers-on and held a wine glass, looking arrogant.
"Miss Chu, long time no see!" Zhou Weihao stepped forward to greet her.
Chu Yiren turned her head at the sound.
AI generated beautiful image of Chu Yiren
Upon seeing that the person was Zhou Weihao, the son of Shanghai's richest man, Chu Yiren not only did not greet him with a smile, but instead lowered her eyes and replied indifferently, "It seems there's nothing good for Zhou Gongzi and I to see each other about."
Zhou Weihao held his wine glass and chuckled awkwardly, "Miss Chu was just smiling so radiantly, but after seeing me, she became as cold as ice. Your expression changes too quickly, doesn't it?"
Chu Yiren lifted her exquisite small face and said with cold disdain, "You are not worthy of this Miss smiling at you."
Zhou Weihao felt embarrassed after hearing this, feeling he had lost face in front of his followers. He then mocked himself, "Oh my ~ Even this Young Master, the son of Shanghai's richest man, isn't worth a glance from Miss Chu."
"Then I'm very curious, who is this handsome, fair-faced young master next to Miss Chu, who has the fortune to win Yiren's smile?"
As Zhou Weihao spoke, he looked at Lin Lang with hostility.
Zhou Weihao, with ulterior motives, used "handsome, fair-faced young master" to describe Lin Lang, subtly implying that Lin Lang was a gigolo.
Why did Zhou Weihao feel hostile towards Lin Lang? Because he, as the son of Shanghai's richest man, had pursued Chu Yiren for a long time but had been repeatedly rejected mercilessly by her.
Even Chu Yiren, who was naturally arrogant and imperious, had never truly looked at Zhou Weihao.
Every time Zhou Weihao saw Chu Yiren at business events, he would enthusiastically greet her, but without exception, his warmth was met with coldness.
This made Zhou Weihao, as the son of Shanghai's richest man, feel inferior. He couldn't understand why Chu Yiren disliked him so much.
Zhou Weihao, who had coveted Chu Yiren for a long time, always thought she had no interest in men.
Today, seeing the imperious Chu Yiren acting gentle, sweet, and clinging like a small bird in front of Lin Lang, Zhou Weihao was so shocked that he doubted his life.
AI generated beautiful image of Chu Yiren
Zhou Weihao subtly mocked Lin Lang as a gigolo.
Lin Lang deliberately put his arm around Chu Yiren's waist and looked provocatively at Zhou Weihao, the son of Shanghai's richest man, and subtly mocked him, "Zhou Gongzi, you don't know, Yiren is allergic to unsightly things."
Lin Lang implicitly mocked Zhou Weihao for being ugly. The two could be considered rivals in love, exchanging blows.
"You..." Zhou Weihao was so angry that he was momentarily speechless.
Chu Yiren, the daughter of a financial magnate, was held by Lin Lang around her slender and soft waist in public. Not only did she not get angry, but she even cooperated with Lin Lang and deliberately acted spoiled, "My dear, you really understand me."
"When I see unsightly things, I feel a bit nauseous."
Lin Lang said in a sarcastic tone, "I know no one would refuse beautiful things, but are unsightly things really that unbearable to look at?"
Chu Yiren echoed him, "Actually, they're not that unbearable, it's just that unsightly things constantly flitting before this Miss's eyes are very annoying."
Zhou Weihao was so angry that his liver hurt, and the red wine glass in his hand was almost crushed.
Lin Lang, however, continued to be mischievous, saying, "Is it like a toad jumping on your foot, not biting but disgusting?"
Chu Yiren playfully clung to Lin Lang, lowered her eyes, and replied, "Yes!"
Lin Lang's lips curled into a mischievous smile, and he raised an eyebrow, "Zhou Gongzi, could it be that you have earthquake sensors? Why is your wine glass shaking?"
Ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped through Zhou Weihao's mind. He thought, "I'm shaking because you're making me so angry, and you're still making sarcastic remarks. You're really going to kill me!"
Zhou Weihao's face was extremely grim. He felt he had lost face in front of his followers, and his lungs were about to explode from anger.
Angry as he was, a rich man's decorum still had to be maintained.
So, Zhou Weihao suppressed his anger and asked in return, "I'm not Zhang Heng, I don't have the function of a seismograph. May I ask this brother your esteemed name?"
"I am Lin Lang, the elegant and graceful, dashing and brilliant, handsome and talented, as handsome as Pan An, known as 'a pear blossom pressing down on a begonia,' and nicknamed 'Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon.'"
"Lin from 'double trees', Lang from 'wave'."
"I don't even need oars to row a boat, my whole life is about riding the waves."
Lin Lang spoke utter nonsense with a serious expression, his lips curled in disdain, and his eyes seemed to contain daggers.
Zhou Weihao almost died of anger. He had never encountered such an exaggerated young man who dared to show off in front of him. He was, after all, the son of Shanghai's richest man.
"I can tell, you're quite 'wavy'!" A hint of displeasure flashed across Zhou Weihao's face.
Chu Yiren couldn't help but laugh. She tactically took a sip of red wine, but she really couldn't hold it in and sprayed Zhou Weihao all over.
"Uh... sorry, Zhou Gongzi!"
"Your conversation is really too funny. This Miss couldn't hold it in for a moment. This suit of yours must be very expensive, right?"
"I'll compensate you for it."
Chu Yiren opened her limited edition Prada bag and took out a checkbook and a pen.
"Uh..." The two followers behind Zhou Weihao were all dumbfounded, but they didn't even dare to utter a sound.
Zhou Weihao suppressed his anger, looked at the wine stains on his clothes, maintained his last bit of decorum, but his facial muscles were trembling from rage.
