Chapter 0035: Sister, I’m Still Young

"It's impossible for us to leave. We don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of it either. Whoever comes, we'll deal with them," Zhang Xiaofan said. In truth, he had no idea how much influence Song Wenwen wielded; his thoughts were simple—he believed in defending his rights with his fists.

"Alright, I'll go inform our manager now and hope this can be resolved," the waiter replied helplessly, then hurried out.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan felt a cool sensation on his cheek, as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, accompanied by a captivating fragrance.

"Sister Song, did you get my permission?" Zhang Xiaofan said softly, gazing at Song Wenwen, whose face was flushed.

"Hmph, that was my first kiss... Xiaofan, if you don't mind that I'm a few years older than you, maybe I could consider being your girlfriend," Song Wenwen teased, moving closer. Zhang Xiaofan enjoyed the softness pressing against his arm.

"Sister, I'm still young..."

Soon, the dishes arrived one after another, and the four began their meal. The food was truly exquisite, beautifully presented and delicious—a feast for both the eyes and palate, worthy of a seven-star hotel.

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"Brothers, make sure you teach that kid a lesson for me. I'm hosting tonight, eat whatever you want," came Wang Bo's voice from outside the private room not long after.

"Relax, it's just a matter of beating someone up."

Zhang Xiaofan frowned, but didn't stop eating. With food this delicious, he wanted a few more bites before worrying about anything else.

Song Wenwen was about to get angry, but seeing Zhang Xiaofan so calm, her beautiful eyes sparkled. She was genuinely curious to see just how strong Zhang Xiaofan really was; her interest in Ouyang Xue's student grew.

The door to the private room creaked open, and Wang Bo was the first to enter.

"Guys, that's him!" Wang Bo glared, pointing at Zhang Xiaofan as he picked up a dish. "Kid, you dared to break my arm; tonight, I'll break your limbs!"

"Oh? Is that so? What gives you the courage?" Zhang Xiaofan raised an eyebrow.

"Damn, it's you, you little punk!"

Behind Wang Bo, the group saw Zhang Xiaofan's face and cursed. Weren't these the rich kids from the Mercedes earlier?

"So it's you three idiots. Is Wang the fool part of your crew too?" Zhang Xiaofan scoffed.

"Do you know who we are? How dare you speak to us like that?" one of them sneered.

"Such stupid questions—can't you stop? Who you are has nothing to do with me," Zhang Xiaofan replied.

They ignored him entirely, intent on showing off their status, perhaps hoping to impress Ouyang Xue and Song Wenwen.

"Listen up, kid. My father is the head of the Chen Group. Heard of it? Worth billions. Look at yourself—what can a country bumpkin like you use to compete with me? Kneel, kowtow a few times, then get lost. Maybe I'll let you off."

"Idiot..." Zhang Xiaofan paid him no mind. Was this guy mentally ill?

"Chen, he just called you an idiot..."

"Damn it, what are you waiting for? Get him!"

The three lunged at Zhang Xiaofan, their punches surprisingly forceful, with some semblance of skill—clearly, these rich kids had trained a bit alongside their usual partying.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't move. He simply picked up a pair of chopsticks and flicked them as if throwing knives.

"You think you're Little Li, the flying dagger master?" the lead scoffed.

But in the next moment, his face contorted in pain, and he began to howl. The chopsticks had pierced their fists...

The rich kids, sensing they'd met their match, quickly slunk away.

"Wow... You're amazing, little brother!" Song Wenwen's eyes sparkled.

"Yeah, Sister, do you want to kiss me again?" Zhang Xiaofan said.

"Hmph, keep dreaming," Song Wenwen rolled her eyes at him.

Just then, a voice rang out. The door was open, making it easy for those outside to see inside.

"Wenwen, so you're dining here too?"

The speaker was a young man in a casual suit, handsome enough but not as striking as Zhang Xiaofan.

"Jiang Haichuan, what does it matter to you if I'm eating here?" Song Wenwen's expression turned unnatural, even a hint of disgust in her eyes.

Jiang Haichuan seemed used to her attitude and smiled, "Wenwen, I know you have a grudge against me, but that's alright. I'll be proposing soon. After we're together for a while, you'll understand the real me."

"We're leaving," Song Wenwen seemed somewhat afraid of Jiang Haichuan.

Ouyang Xue nodded in agreement.

Zhang Xiaofan said nothing. He wasn't afraid, but if they wanted to leave, he would respect their wishes.

"Wenwen, don't be in such a hurry. Let's go to the top floor. It's rare we meet—let me treat you to dinner," Jiang Haichuan said, blocking Song Wenwen's way.

"Jiang Haichuan, what the hell do you mean?"

Song Wenwen snapped.

"Sister Song wants to leave. Step aside," Zhang Xiaofan said. Song Wenwen might not be able to handle Jiang Haichuan, but that didn't mean Zhang Xiaofan was intimidated. Backgrounds meant nothing; now, a good dog doesn't block the path.

"You talking to me?" Jiang Haichuan looked at Zhang Xiaofan with disdain.

"If not you, then am I talking to a dog?" Zhang Xiaofan replied, making it clear he wouldn't tolerate Jiang Haichuan's posturing.

He specialized in dealing with arrogance and pretentiousness.

Jiang Haichuan was stunned. No one in Jinghai had dared speak to him like this in ages.

He quickly recovered and smiled, his grin tinged with coldness, "Heh... Very good, very good..."

"Jiang Haichuan, this is my friend's student. If I go have dinner with you, will you leave him alone?" Ouyang Xue bit her lip, clearly at a loss.

"So he's a student... No wonder. Why would I, Jiang Haichuan, bear a grudge against a high schooler? But if Wenwen agrees to dine with me, I'd be delighted." Jiang Haichuan was a skilled actor, sounding noble while plotting revenge against Zhang Xiaofan.

"Wenwen, the top floor isn't a place for just anyone. Let the student go home and do his homework. If Miss Ouyang is willing, she can join us," Jiang Haichuan said coolly.

Song Wenwen seemed afraid to offend Jiang Haichuan and cause trouble for Zhang Xiaofan; she didn't want to provoke him further.

"Xiaofan, his grandfather is Old Master Ye of the Ye Group..." Ouyang Xue whispered in Zhang Xiaofan's ear.

Heh... No wonder he's so arrogant...

Zhang Xiaofan sneered inwardly. If he wanted to show off, let's see who could outdo whom.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Xiaofan," came an elderly voice once the call connected.

"I'm at the Hai Tian Hotel and want to treat someone to dinner on the top floor. Do you have the ability to make that happen?" Zhang Xiaofan asked.

"Haha, that's easy. That hotel belongs to the Ye family." The old man was Ye Zhantian, and he was delighted that Zhang Xiaofan had a request.

Though the others couldn't hear the elderly man's voice, Zhang Xiaofan's words were clear, and laughter broke out. What could a high schooler possibly do—dine on the top floor of Jinghai Hotel?

Dining on the top floor wasn't just about money; it required status.

Clearly, Zhang Xiaofan was challenging Jiang Haichuan, intent on humiliating him. Jiang Haichuan looked down on high schoolers, thought they couldn't reach the top floor? Well, Zhang Xiaofan would show him.

"Ah Long, go keep an eye out. I want to see how this kid gets to the top floor today," Jiang Haichuan ordered, now truly angry. Zhang Xiaofan had repeatedly challenged his authority.

This was no longer about fighting—it was about face, about status.

Zhang Xiaofan paused, then continued, "Do you know Jiang Haichuan?"

"I do. He's my disappointing nephew. What's wrong, did he provoke you?"

"He said I can't go to the top floor. Can you fix that?"

"He must have lost his mind to challenge you... I'll send someone right away..."

"I'm on the tenth floor, Phoenix Hall," Zhang Xiaofan said. "How soon can you handle it?"

"Two minutes at most."

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"Haha, is this kid crazy? Daring to challenge Young Master Jiang, he's really putting on a show. I want to see how he'll get to the top floor today."

"He's an Oscar-level actor—no, a clown sent by the Monkey King!"

"Young Master Jiang too, why bother with a high schooler..."

Most people around were flattering Jiang Haichuan, but Zhang Xiaofan remained silent.

He put away his phone and looked at Ouyang Xue, who was unsure what to do. "If you trust me, Teacher, just wait for a moment."

For some reason, Zhang Xiaofan now radiated a unique charm, his words carrying an unmistakable authority. Ouyang Xue felt no doubt, and nodded without hesitation.

"Which one of you is Mr. Zhang Xiaofan?"

In less than a minute, the hotel lobby manager entered.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded, "That's me."

The manager was momentarily surprised to find the VIP guest was a high school student, but recovered quickly, "The supreme suite on the top floor is ready, Mr. Zhang. Please follow me."

Jiang Haichuan was stunned, as were the others. Even Ouyang Xue and Song Wenwen were in shock.

The supreme suite—even Jiang Haichuan could hardly reserve it. Only the most influential figures could enter.

"You said you're inviting him to the supreme suite?" Jiang Haichuan asked, fearing he had misheard.

"Yes, Young Master Jiang," the manager replied.

Jiang Haichuan's face darkened, as if he'd been slapped hard. "Didn't my men tell you? Does my word mean nothing? Should I have you fired?"

"The instructions came from above, Young Master Jiang. Why bother intimidating a mere employee?"

"Who gave the instructions? Bring him here!" Jiang Haichuan was furious. He'd only wanted to mock Zhang Xiaofan, but now the tables had turned.

"It was me. I wonder if Young Master Jiang has any advice?" A voice sounded just then, not loud but carrying the unmistakable authority of someone in power.