A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 110 It Is a Small World

Yunjing Hotel.

When Chu Wen-Fei and company arrived at the hotel, it was already dark and the place was just

beginning to light up.

At this hour, the nightlife was just starting and plenty of people were out and about for their dinners.

Since Yunjing Hotel was one of the few five-star hotels in Yunzhou, plenty of guests had already arrived

and the car park in front of the hotel was nearly filled to capacity.

"Ying-Ying. Wen-Fei. There are so many cars here. Do you think we can find a parking spot?" Jiang

Hong, their second aunt, asked worriedly.

But Qiu Mu-Ying waved her hand dismissively and smiled. "Don't worry. Who do you think my husband

is? He is Mr. Chu of Yunzhou. Don't you remember? The last time we were here, Young Master Shen

even came out personally to welcome us. As long as my husband is here, you have nothing to worry

about."

Just then, Chu Wen-Fei cleared his throat and bragged nonchalantly. "Auntie, since I am here tonight,

you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

"Hahaha~"

"Wen-Fei is the one with clout after all."

"He is in a different league from Qiu Mu-Cheng's good-for-nothing husband."

"Ying-Ying, don't worry about that partnership with Hongqi Group. Sooner or later, the reins of control

will go back to you. Qiu Mu-Cheng is just not capable enough to handle such an important project."

As Jiang Hong and the other Qius praised Chu Wen-Fei, they did not forget to console Qiu Mu-Ying as

well.

While they were chatting away, someone walked over from in front of them and knocked on Chu Wen-

Fei's car window.

"Sir, the car park is full and the road ahead is blocked. Please wait here for some of the cars to leave

first."

"What?"

"You want us to wait?"

"You ignorant fool! Don't you know who we are?"

Right after she had finished bragging to her aunt, the security guard had come over to tell them to wait.

It was only natural for Qiu Mu-Ying to feel vexed, and so she started to lash out at him. "Even your

boss has to respectfully address my husband as 'Mr. Chu.' In Yunzhou, only we get to keep people

waiting.”

Naturally, the security guard was irked by her rudeness. He snorted and said, "Fine. Since you want to

turn a deaf ear to my goodwill, then you can go move your car forward. I am sure you can afford to pay

for damages, if you add to the jam and scratch any of the cars over there."

"How dare you try to show off here. Your car is just a lousy Benz C-Class."

After saying his piece, the security guard could no longer be bothered with them. He turned around and

went back to directing the other vehicles.

"Darling, don't listen to him. Let's go forward."

"The weather is so hot. If we stay here, we are going to get cooked alive," Qiu Mu-Ying said

irresponsibly.

But Chu Wen-Fei's heart grew cold when he saw the Porsches, Maseratis and other multi-million yuan

cars lined up before him.

If he scratched one by accident, how much compensation would he have to pay?

"Ying-Ying, let us wait a bit longer. There is a jam ahead of us. We can't just squeeze in," Chu Wen-Fei

said in a consolatory tone.

And so, Qiu Mu-Ying could do nothing but curse at her misfortune.

Just then, she noticed a Benz S600 going past them on the road. But it did not make a turn at the main

driveway. Instead, it headed straight for a side entrance.

The gate opened by itself and, with no obstacles to impede its progress, the car cruised into the hotel.

When Qiu Mu-Ying saw this, she turned to yell at the security guard. "How come that car could go in

just like that?”

"That's the VIP passage. You can't use it unless you are a VIP," the security guard explained.

When Qiu Mu-Ying heard this, her eyes lit up right away. And then she smiled. "Darling, we are VIPs

too. Now, let us turn around and move to that VIP passage."

But Chu Wen-Fei felt unsure. "Will this work?"

"Why wouldn't it? Don't forget. We were once personally invited by Shen Jiu-Yi. You are Mr. Chu. So

you do have the right to use the VIP passage. Leave it to the commoners to use the regular entrance.”

And Qiu Mu-Ying haughtily told her relatives to follow them.

Soon, all the Qius' vehicles started to move toward the VIP passage. The security guard who had

scolded Qiu Mu-Ying earlier saw this, and he laughed mockingly. "You people? You are just a bunch of

bumpkins. You will only make fools of yourselves if you try to use that passage."

And just as expected.

When they reached the gate, Chu Wen-Fei and company were stopped by a guard. The gate remained

closed and the Qius were not allowed to pass through.

Qiu Mu-Ying blew her top right away, and got down from the car to reason with the guard. Pointing at

the Benz that had just gone in, she screamed angrily, "Why? Why are you keeping us out? Didn't you

just let them in?!"

"Why do you have so many questions? You do not have the right to use the VIP passage, so get lost

right now!" The security guard, however, told them to leave right away. He did not have the patience to

listen to their nonsense.

Meanwhile, the Benz S600 had already come to a stop. When the doors opened, one man and two

women stepped down from the vehicle.

As the trio stood under the dim lights, the party of Qius could just barely make out the shapes of their

blurry faces.

"Mm?"

"That person... Doesn't she look like Qiu Mu-Cheng?"

"Damn! From behind, that man looks like that good-for-nothing Ye Fan!"

One by one, the Qius shivered with shock.

"What the hell? Qiu Mu-Cheng!?"

"Their family is a bunch of bumpkins! There is no way they can afford a Benz, let alone a S600 model."

"Also, this is a five-star hotel. They can't even afford a meal here, so there is no way the hotel will let

them use the VIP passage," Qiu Mu-Ying said disdainfully.

The other Qius nodded in agreement. "You are right. Their family is so poor and Mu-Cheng even

married a good-for-nothing husband. Without outside help, they are not going to be able to afford a

meal at a five-star hotel."

And the Qius stopped dwelling on the subject. They simply assumed that they had made a mistake.

Qiu Mu-Ying yelled at the guard again, but the latter refused to budge. So the Qius had no choice but

to return to the queue with downcast faces.

After getting rebuffed by the guard, Qiu Mu-Ying was now better behaved and no longer screaming. In

the meantime, her mother, Wang Qiao-Yu stepped forward to smooth things over. "That security guard

must be new. That's why he didn't recognize Wen-Fei. If we weren't dealing with a new hire, with Wen- Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Fei's clout, we would have gotten anything we wanted."

"Even someone like Shen Jiu-Yi is desperate to suck up to Wen-Fei. And the hotel's general manager

even called Wen-

Fei 'Mr. Chu.' My son-in-law is from a wealthy family, you know?"

The other Qius listened to her and smiled in agreement.

After queuing in the sweltering heat for half an hour, the jam cleared and the Qius finally gained entry

into the hotel. Afterward, with Wen-Fei taking the lead, they walked in through the entrance.

At this moment, a man in a server's uniform walked up to them and asked, "Sir, do you have a

reservation?"

Chu Wen-Fei glanced at the hotel employee. "Are you the general manager?"

The server was taken aback by the question, but he managed to answer Chu Wen-Fei's question

honestly.

"Then why the hell am I talking to you? Go get your general manager here. Just tell him Mr. Chu has

arrived and get him to come out here to welcome me," Chu Wen-Fei said haughtily. Once again, he

was doing his best to show off in front of his

relatives.

The surrounding guests started to look sideways at Chu Wen-Fei. All of them were thinking the same

thing.

That young man is so cocky. I wonder which prominent family he belongs to?

The server was dumbfounded for a moment, but he dared not go against Chu Wen-Fei's demand. So

he hurried upstairs to report to his superiors.

After a short wait, a suited middle-aged man came to welcome them with a smile. "Sir, I am sorry. But

our general manager is busy at the moment. So, instead, I am here to welcome you. I am the front

desk manager. If you have any requests, please let me know. After all, you are Mr. Chu's relatives.”

This front desk manager had been present at the banquet Shen Jiu-Yi threw for Ye Fan, so he

recognized Chu Wen-Fei and the Qius. He knew who they were and, out of consideration for Ye Fan,

was therefore extending the proper courtesy to them.

"You are just a junior manager, but you actually know who we are? Alright, you may serve us."

"Get us the best tables in the house. And I want a set of Manchu-Han Imperial Feast to be served at

each table," Chu Wen-Fei said haughtily, with his nose high in the air.

"Wen-Fei sure has plenty of clout. Even the manager has come out to welcome him," Jiang Hong

exclaimed feelingly. Just then, all her attention was focused on Chu Wen-Fei so she did not see the

person in front of her. As a result, they ran into each other.

"I am sorry. I am sorry," Jiang Hong apologized most respectfully. The guests at this hotel were all

wealthy elites, so Jiang Hong was worried that she might have bumped into somebody important.

"No worries, auntie Jiang Hong. It doesn't bother me."

"Ah, in that case, thank you so much mister..."

Since the other party was willing to let it go, Jiang Hong heaved a sigh of relief. And then she turned

her body to let him pass.

But, hold on. Why did the voice sound so familiar?

And why did he call her "Auntie Jiang Hong"?

Could it be?

Realization dawned on Jiang Hong and she raised her head immediately.

"Shit! Ye Fan?"

"How did a piece of trash like you get in here?" Jiang Hong screamed out loud.