NOVPUB"How did you manage to sneak in here, and where is the security? Where is the security?"
Wu Bin turned around and saw a man in his early twenties, dressed in a black tailcoat, holding a wine glass and looking at him with disdain.
As soon as the man shouted, several security guards ran over from a distance.
"Second Young Master, do you need anything?"
The man slapped the security captain, Wang An, hard across the face and then pointed at Zhu Ling, who was feasting happily, and said, "Are you blind? What kind of occasion is this, and you just let anyone in?"
After receiving a slap, Wang An bowed his head and dared not meet the man’s eyes.
"Second Young Master, they were brought here by Miss Jiaoyan, they are Miss Jiaoyan’s friends."
"Han Jiaoyan?"
The man snorted contemptuously.
"The Han family has long been in decline. It’s debatable whether Han Jiaoyan even qualifies to attend this birthday party, yet she dares to bring others here? Interesting indeed."
"What are you standing around for, get them out of here."
Even though he knew that Han Jiaoyan had brought them in, the man still demanded that Wu Bin and Zhu Ling be expelled, which greatly surprised Wu Bin.
As head of security, Wang An did not need to know who was friends with whom; his only job was to follow orders.
Just as he was about to physically remove the two, Han Jiaoyan and Dong Yue came over from a distance.
"Stop!"
Dong Yue hurried over, clearly displeased.
"Dong Wu, they are my friends. Who gave you the authority to send them away?"
Hearing Dong Yue challenge him, Dong Wu replied calmly, "Sister, I am only looking out for your best interest."
"Look at them, they’re gobbling down food like they haven’t eaten in days at a birthday party."
"How do such people qualify to be your friends? What would Mr. Fan think if he knew? Where would our Dong family’s face go?"
Zhu Ling, holding a roast suckling pig and nibbling away, asked with innocent eyes, "Brother, is he calling us beggars?"
Wu Bin: …
Would he have noticed if you hadn’t been gobbling down your food?
Although Wu Bin also disdained Zhu Ling’s eating manners, he wondered, what right did others have to scorn?
Wu Bin patted Zhu Ling on the head and said, "Don’t worry, he’s not talking about us, he’s talking about himself."
Zhu Ling acknowledged with an "Oh," and resumed performing his three bites per pig’s head for everyone.
Dong Yue, looking angrily at Dong Wu, demanded, "I don’t know nor care about whatever Mr. Fan thinks."
"You owe my friends an apology!"
Dong Wu smirked with contempt.
An apology?
Do these beggars even deserve one?
Dong Wu ignored Dong Yue and walked away.
Seeing Dong Wu dismiss her so outright made Dong Yue tremble with anger.
Han Jiaoyan comforted her, "It’s okay, Xiao Yue, don’t get mad. Dong Wu has always been like this; I got used to it a long time ago."
Dong Yue replied unhappily, "He wasn’t always like this."
"Remember when we were kids and all three of us would go out to play? He would call you ’sister’ and even said he would marry you when he grew up."
"Then he studied abroad for two years, and this is what he turned into when he came back—utterly unreasonable!"
Hearing Dong Yue say this, Han Jiaoyan also sighed.
The Han family used to be among the wealthiest in Shanghai.
Back then, the Han family and the Dong family were close, and the three of them had grown up together, visiting many places.
But since the Han family’s business setbacks and asset shrinkage,
former friends gradually distanced themselves from Han Jiaoyan.
Even the most significant change was in Dong Wu.
From initially liking and admiring himself, he turned into this disdainful and even somewhat hateful demeanor.
Now, only Dong Yue remained unchanged, which was why Han Jiaoyan, knowing that her current status was no longer suitable for attending the birthday banquet, still came unhesitatingly.
Han Jiaoyan didn’t want to lose such a good friend as Dong Yue.
Dong Yue glanced at Zhu Ling, who was eating, and said with a smile, "Little sister has a good appetite, how about we go to the living room? I’ll have some more dishes brought to the living room so we can eat and talk."
"Sure!"
Zhu Ling agreed very happily.
Although there was a lot of food outside, it was always inconvenient to eat since other people also needed to take some.
But if they ate in the living room, she could slowly enjoy the dishes the chef made all by herself.
After they returned to the living room, Dong Yue looked at Wu Bin with curiosity and asked, "Wu Bin, I heard from Jiaoyan that you had suffered from many illnesses before, but now you’re all better. Is that true?"
Wu Bin nodded and said modestly, "It is true, but none were serious illnesses."
"Are heart and brain blockages not serious?"
Dong Yue asked with great interest, "I heard that you also recovered from rabies. Who was the doctor that treated you? Could you recommend him to me?"
Dong Yue didn’t believe that Wu Bin had survived so many times because of his physical strength.
She rather thought that Wu Bin was lucky to have met a highly skilled doctor.
Without any fuss, Wu Bin directly gave Dong Yue the phone number of Li Guotai.
Seeing Dong Yue seriously noting down the phone number, Han Jiaoyan asked with confusion, "Xiaoyue, is someone ill in your family?"
Dong Yue nodded with a worried face.
"I always feel that my dad has been a bit off lately; he looks very haggard and his temper has changed, becoming completely different from before, just like Dong Wu, as if he has become another person."
"I think he might be sick, and I plan to let him see this doctor when I have time to spare."
Just as Dong Yue finished speaking, there was suddenly a commotion outside.
Dong Yue and the others looked up, and a middle-aged man with a stern face, dressed in a black Tang suit, walked in from outside.
Following him was an elderly man with a gaunt face and a gloomy look.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man walk in, the surrounding guests all stood up and greeted him.
"Mr. Dong."
"Mr. Dong, good evening."
"Uncle Dong."
Dong Yue and Han Jiaoyan also immediately stood up.
"Dad."
"Uncle Dong."
Dong Mingyuan glanced at Han Jiaoyan and said indifferently, "Oh, it’s Jiaoyan, long time no see."
Han Jiaoyan quickly said, "Yes, Uncle Dong, we last met two years ago."
Dong Mingyuan was about to say something else when suddenly the elder behind him whispered a few words in his ear.
Dong Mingyuan’s eyes lit up, and his gaze turned towards Wu Bin.
"Young man, is your name Wu Bin?"
Wu Bin was startled; he hadn’t expected Dong Mingyuan to know him.
Wu Bin stood up and greeted him.
"Yes, Mr. Dong, my name is Wu Bin."
Dong Mingyuan started to smile.
"You’re Jiaoyan’s friend, so naturally, you are my friend too."
"Just call me Uncle Dong, no need to be so formal."
