Chapter 120 - Encounter with a Love Rival

“Country bumpkin?

Haha, miss, your eyes are really sharp, to see right through my identity.” Ye Fan said playfully.

The woman, garishly dressed like a streetwalker, proudly lifted her nostrils, which allowed Ye Fan to catch a glimpse of a black and yellow booger inside her nose unintentionally.

Suppressing his disgust, Ye Fan continued with a smile, “So, you don’t need to do business with me, because as you see, I’m just a country bumpkin, with no money.”

“Giggle giggle…” Bobo was taken aback, then burst into giggles, bending her waist, with one jade hand resting on Ye Fan’s shoulder and the other clutching her belly, “Giggle, I’m dying of laughter…

giggle giggle…”

The prideful “streetwalker” first looked confused but after two or three seconds she suddenly understood, and flew into a rage, her nose askew with anger, pointing at Ye Fan with fingers trembling with fury: “You!

You!

You!…”

“What about me?

I already told you I have no money, even if you cut the price by 70%,” said Ye Fan, feigning innocence and spreading his hands.

The “streetwalker” rolled her eyes, nearly fainting with anger, but fortunately, her male companion steadied her in time.

“Shijie, help me teach this country bumpkin a lesson, he actually dared to call me a prostitute!” The “streetwalker” caught her breath and called out to her boyfriend.

The boyfriend of the “streetwalker” turned around, his gaze filled with hostility, jealousy, and disdain as he swept it over Ye Fan, then turned to Bobo, looking at her with a mixture of heartache, injustice, and anger.

“Is he the boyfriend you’ve chosen?” The “streetwalker’s” boyfriend asked Bobo hatefully, his eyes bloodshot.

As it turned out, when the “streetwalker” had been on the verge of fainting with anger from Ye Fan’s mockery, he had been staring absentmindedly at Bobo, so he hadn’t immediately come to the “streetwalker’s” defense.

Bobo stopped laughing, naturally extended a hand to loop through Ye Fan’s arm, and said with a smile, “Yes.

He’s my boyfriend.”

“Who is he?” Ye Fan asked Bobo.

Knowing that Bobo had a complex and hostile relationship with the couple in front of them, he didn’t expose her and joined in on the act.

Bobo chuckled and said, “Oh, he’s just Zhou Shijie, the second son of the Zhou family, who once desperately chased after me like a toad lusting after a swan’s flesh.”

“This ‘miss’ here is Feng Yanyan.

Always jealous of me, always opposing me,” she continued, pointing straightforwardly at the “streetwalker.”

Feng Yanyan immediately leaped up, shrilly screaming, “Jealous of you?!

Jealous that you’ve got a country bumpkin for a boyfriend?

Pah!”

Her screeching instantly attracted many people to turn their heads and even start to gather around to watch the excitement.

Just as she was about to further argue with Bobo, Zhou Shijie frowned, reached out to grab her by the collar and pulled her back behind him.

“Stop shrieking here!” Zhou Shijie reprimanded Feng Yanyan with an ugly expression on his face.

Like a mouse that had seen a cat, Feng Yanyan immediately drew back her arrogance, hugged Zhou Shijie’s arm, and put on a docile (yet sickening to watch) act, murmuring, “Sorry, I won’t talk anymore.”

Zhou Shijie snorted but did not offer her a kind glance, then turned back around, his sinister gaze falling on Ye Fan.

“Kid, I don’t know what trick you used to deceive Bobo, but she is not someone you can even hope to reach.

You’d better leave Bobo immediately, or else…” he said coldly, looking down his nose at Ye Fan with an air of superiority.

Bobo immediately retorted displeasedly, “Zhou Shijie, who the hell do you think you are?

It’s none of your business who I date!

And since when can you use the name ‘Bobo’?

Believe it or not, I’ll smack your mouth right now!”

Zhou Shijie’s face darkened, but he didn’t respond to Bobo and continued to talk to Ye Fan with a tone of derision, “I’m talking to you.

Are you just going to hide behind a woman?”

He Lian Bobo was just about to speak up for Ye Fan when Ye Fan waved his hand slightly, stopping He Lian Bobo from speaking.

He Lian Bobo immediately obediently closed her lips and leaned onto Ye Fan like a bird snuggling up to a person.

Zhou Shijie watched this, almost driven mad with jealousy.

That He Lian Bobo, who looked down on all men, was now so pleasant and obedient to a country bumpkin—it was unbearable.

“I am with Bobo simply because we are mutually attracted to each other.

I never care about family background, much less about ‘climbing the social ladder’.

It’s only those who are insecure and incompetent who keep emphasizing so-called social status and hang the words ‘climbing’ on their lips,” Ye Fan said indifferently to Zhou Shijie, “As for whether I leave Bobo or not, that’s none of your business!”

After saying that, Ye Fan ignored Zhou Shijie and said to He Lian Bobo, “Bobo, let’s go play pool.”

“Okay.

Hehe,” He Lian Bobo giggled in response.

So, the two headed towards a pool table.

How could Zhou Shijie let Ye Fan walk away like that, especially in front of so many people?

He could not simply look like a coward, or else he, Zhou Shijie the Second, would no longer be able to mix at the Yonghui Club.

He rushed forward a few steps, blocking the way of Ye Fan and He Lian Bobo.

“What do you want, Zhou Shijie?” He Lian Bobo demanded with a stern voice.

Zhou Shijie stared intently at Ye Fan and said, “Kid, don’t think you can get off so easily.

You insulted my girlfriend; you must kneel down and apologize in public, or else…”

His jealous eyes revealed a cold glare, full of warning.

“Or else what?” Ye Fan sneered.

Zhou Shijie laughed out loud and said, “One day when you’re walking down the street and suddenly get beaten up, ending up with broken legs and arms, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

“That’s right, you must kneel down and apologize!” Feng Yanyan shrieked, her face twisted in malice, “And lick my shoes like a dog!”

He Lian Bobo suddenly giggled and said, “Zhou Shijie, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

You’d better not do that.

Otherwise, you will definitely be the one to regret it!”

Ye Fan was in fact a master of inner strength.

If Zhou Shijie really dared to send thugs to beat him and provoked his anger, she was certain Zhou Shijie would regret it bitterly.

However, to Zhou Shijie and others listening, this took on another meaning, thinking that He Lian Bobo was protecting Ye Fan and warning Zhou Shijie.

Ye Fan sneered, “So you want to start a fight?

Fine, I will begin by beating you up right here!”

As he spoke, he clenched his fists until they cracked, striding forward with a tall and robust frame, oppressive like a mountain.

Zhou Shijie was so frightened that he quickly retreated several steps and exclaimed, “This is the Yonghui Club, do you dare to start a fight here?”

“Heh heh, you’re provoking me to action.

It seems I must hit you now!” said Ye Fan with a sneer, assuming the posture of someone about to start a fight.

Zhou Shijie’s face turned white with fear as he hastily retreated and yelled loudly, “Security!

Security!

Someone’s about to start a fight here!”

“Coward, how dull!” Ye Fan scoffed disdainfully, turned around, and walked back.

The onlookers also let out a chorus of jeers, pointing and talking about Zhou Shijie, despising him for his weakness, lack of courage, and not being man enough.

Zhou Shijie’s face turned bright red, almost wishing he could burrow into a hole.

He was filled with venomous resentment, hating Ye Fan to the extreme.