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Watching the man who seemed intent on sending his son to the Huangpu Military Academy, Yang Xiaoyou felt a strange mix of emotions.
To be honest, the trouble that was brewing suited his intentions perfectly. If things went awry, he would undoubtedly face more blame.
However, he found himself at odds with Zeng Huangyan.
As the head of admissions, Zeng was the root cause of the trouble for Yang Xiaoyou, yet her intentions were good, leaving him feeling somewhat speechless and conflicted.
On the other hand, Lord Fu, who was 'helping' to stir up trouble and attract firepower, was ostensibly assisting him, but his motives were clearly malicious.
Perhaps deep down, he harbored the thought that even if his son couldn't succeed, he could still drag his old rival's daughter down with him.
In this situation, one would rationally think to leverage the other party to resolve the issue. Yet, Yang Xiaoyou found it difficult to adopt a cold and calculating stance solely for personal gain. One of the main reasons he had worked so hard was to ensure that those around him wouldn't suffer.
At first, it was just a minor verbal conflict, but now he couldn't accept being forced to drag Meng Lu into this mess against his will.
Meng Lu certainly wouldn’t go to military school, but it should be due to her own choices rather than someone else's scheming. Moreover, comparing Meng Lu to Lord Fu's son was utterly unacceptable!
"I actually have a friend who's a bit chubby too. Although he can be a bit annoying at times, he's fundamentally reliable. He often complains about how others perceive him. In the past, I wouldn't have known how to respond, but now I guess it's just that people like you ruin their own image," Yang Xiaoyou said in a lethargic tone as Zeng Huangyan struggled to find the right words.
His lifeless tone was enough to irritate anyone who heard it. Coupled with his words, it created an effect that multiplied the discomfort geometrically.
Both of the hefty individuals felt quite uneasy; they were caught in a dilemma where neither retorting nor remaining silent seemed like a viable option.
If they chose to argue back, they would undoubtedly fall into an excruciatingly awkward rhythm. But if they remained silent...
Not only were they affected; everyone around them felt the weight of that oppressive atmosphere as if they too were being dragged into despair.
Qi Qiusheng even seemed to get goosebumps from it all.
If those nearby felt this way, then the two directly targeted by Yang Xiaoyou's words fell completely silent, their pale faces turning an alarming shade of red.
The two stood together, clearly resembling a father and son.
They themselves were puzzled as to why, despite being publicly insulted, they couldn't find an opportunity to retort. The frustration was building up inside them, making it exceptionally uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, in the restaurant's surveillance room, a young man with his face painted in various colors whistled upon seeing the screen.
"It seems something strange is happening over there. Unfortunately, electronic devices can never truly capture the moment. Hmm, quite an interesting fellow. And there's a beautiful girl too." As he whistled, the man tossed a knife into the air and spun it around.
Behind him lay two security guards, unconscious and bound on the floor, their mouths taped shut.
Through the surveillance screen, one could see that on the third floor of the restaurant, which was closed to the public, a group was escorting a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothing towards a window. He appeared displeased but had no choice but to comply with the demands of those surrounding him upon seeing their gleaming daggers.
"It’s about time to leave. Ah, the lovely boy and beautiful girl—who knows if we’ll meet again?" After noticing that his companion had completed their task on the display, the young man caught one last flying dagger and turned to leave.
"You—you! What kind of service is this? Didn’t you hear what he said? He was just brought here by someone else; he doesn’t even have a title! Why are you insulting a guest? Shouldn’t he be thrown out immediately?" After holding back for what felt like an eternity, Fu Jintao finally managed to speak up, his voice hoarse from frustration.
Initially, he had intended to directly criticize the young man for his lack of manners and upbringing. However, just as he was about to speak up earlier, he felt an ominous sensation that made him change his approach and seek help instead.
Unlike Yang Xiaoyou's natural way of attracting attention from the waitstaff at first, Fu Jintao's proactive plea for assistance would undoubtedly affect his reputation negatively even if it succeeded.
After all, he was a prominent figure in Z City.
As guests expressed their dissatisfaction, the waitstaff who had been standing by to see if they could resolve things privately approached him to mediate. They began pulling out a mini walkie-talkie to contact security.
While physical confrontation wasn't likely, they needed to put on a show of authority to intimidate.
However, as she attempted to reach out through the mini walkie-talkie, she discovered that after several attempts to contact the security room, there was no response. Initially thinking it might be a malfunctioning device, she soon noticed that there seemed to be a signal coming through.
Yang Xiaoyou's eyes flickered with a series of digital symbols as the intercom system of the security room suddenly activated, synchronizing completely with the surveillance system.
"Hey? It seems something has happened, hmm, an intrusion? A kidnapping? But it's none of my business; I just need to stay out of it." After witnessing some discordant scenes, the symbols in Yang Xiaoyou's eyes faded away.
It's better to avoid trouble. She wasn't familiar with that marquis, and having climbed to this level, the other party's background was just that—nothing more.
However, she had to admit that the fellows behind this operation were quite capable, managing to contain all the commotion to the third floor while everything else continued as usual.
"Oh dear, I stepped out without checking the calendar and ran into this kind of fellow. Well, we won’t make things difficult for you hard-working folks. Uncle Qi, Aunt Tang, let’s head out. Brother Zeng, don’t worry; we want to go to Pudong Military Academy. The grades and slots won't be an issue at all.
As for that brat—do you think he can make it? The gap in fundamentals is too wide. When it comes time for exams, we can just brush him off. Oh, and I should tell you—we're actually not planning on attending military school; the environment is too oppressive for us." Having seen things she shouldn't have, Yang Xiaoyou quickly laid out her plans before dragging Meng Lu away before Qi Qiusheng and Reaction could arrive.
The Charming Waitress fiddling with the intercom smiled gratefully at Yang Xiaoyou's departure; once one party left first, the other couldn't make any further demands.
Originally, Qi Qiusheng intended to stay a bit longer, but upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's last words and seeing her whisk away his Precious Daughter, he immediately became furious and chased after them, disregarding any etiquette as he stormed out. Tang Zaomiao couldn’t help but smile as she propped her chin on her hand and then greeted Zeng Huangyan before gracefully following suit.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou and her companions left the restaurant and hadn’t even reached the parking lot, they suddenly heard a commotion erupting from inside. Someone was shouting loudly about what seemed to be a Major Incident.
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