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Chapter 735 - 311: The King of Venomous Tongue, Slightly Speaks Out_2

Chapter 735: Chapter 311: The King of Venomous Tongue, Slightly Speaks Out_2

Gou Huai sneered and raised an eyebrow at her, "All the men who fan their feathers at you in public share similar intentions; the only difference lies in how far they’re willing to go. Next time you encounter such a situation, don’t feel confused. Just watch their performances with a smile."

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Isn’t that cutting?!

Wan Guohao’s face heated up with anger at that moment, his handsome features swelling like a purple eggplant, his fists creaking with pent-up frustration.

But Su Huai didn’t care in the slightest; he just cast a glance and quickly recovered his faint smile.

Fight? Do you have the guts?

As it turned out, Wan Guohao did not.

He huffed for a moment, then quickly stood up with a whoosh and strode away.

If you looked closely at his retreating figure, there was an unmistakable air of disarray about him—as if he were fleeing.

Okay, not ’as if’, he really was.

And then, because he left in such a hurry, he left his henchman hanging...

Sheng Xue didn’t know whether to leave or stay, clenching his fists in confusion for quite a while—Su Huai, however, didn’t even spare him a glance, which also shattered his defenses.

"Su Huai, don’t you think you went too far?"

"Oh?"

Su Huai didn’t even bother to turn his head, just tilted it ever so slightly.

With a resentful tone, Sheng Xue asked, "Hao was simply not willing to be your backdrop, why did you have to maliciously speculate about him?"

Su Huai finally gave him half a glimmer of attention, a meaningful smile on his lips, "So, do you feel a kindred spirit, sharing his sentiments?"

"Nonsense! I don’t have any designs on Miss Gu!"

"I know."

Su Huai nodded lazily, "What I meant was that you empathize with the treatment of being a backdrop, not that you’re genuinely sticking up for a friend... no, wait, you’re not friends; you’re his lackey."

Sheng Xue gasped, finally personally experiencing the cutting sharpness of Su Huai’s tongue.

"Don’t be too smug!"

Sheng Xue, looking like a sophomore or junior, was filled with righteous indignation, raising the banner of justice.

"You’re now relying on the Gu Family’s power, all proud and arrogant. Just wait until you miss today; the next time we meet in another setting, you’ll be nothing more than a lackey!"

That year, eighteen, at a school reunion...

Su Huai didn’t remember the specifics, but it was probably something like that.

At heart, Sheng Xue was just unwilling to accept the halo Su Huai had, envious of being illuminated by the Gu Family and possibly felt some bitter frustration at being an unrecognized talent—nothing more than that.

Thinking Su Huai was just a lucky pretty boy, those dissatisfied with him were undoubtedly not limited to just this one.

But Su Huai’s heart remained calm.

He turned fully towards Sheng Xue, speaking calmly, "You consider spectators lackeys in your heart, but I don’t agree.

No one is anyone’s lackey; it’s just a matter of who the spotlight shines upon.

Those bathed in light are flowers.

Those standing on the sidelines as the backdrop are the leaves.

Those qualified to bask in a bit of light are the house pets.

And those ever-ready to grovel and flatter are the hyenas.

You compare yourself to a lackey and are enraged by it, but in essence, it’s just an inflated sense of self-importance, loving to overact.

In fact, no one cares whether you’re in an awkward predicament or not.

If we were to meet again and I am in the audience while you are on stage, I would clap with a smile, eat and drink as I should, and leave when it’s time.

I have no delusions of grandeur, nor do I covet the leftovers from your feast, so being a leaf doesn’t make me suffer. Do you understand why?

I have no such unrealistic expectations.

Buddy, if you ever get the chance to make me clap from the audience, remember to flash a smile my way. I won’t read into it, but you’ll feel great."

Sheng Xue’s face turned from red to white, completely crushed by Su Huai.

Without uttering a single curse word or even getting worked up, Su Huai casually tore through him, leaving a gaping hole, his composure leaking out of every crevice.

"You... I... you..."

Sheng Xue’s mind reeled for quite a while, unable to gather his thoughts.

This place was pure hell, and Su Huai was the demon.

He suddenly turned and walked away, his silhouette entirely mirroring that of Wan Guohao just moments before.

If he could do it all over again, Sheng Xue would choose to keep his mouth shut and just leave.

Being a lackey a hundred times over was far less brutal than confronting Su Huai face-to-face...

"Damn!"

Zhong Ting let out an exclamation, then quickly scurried over, sitting beside Su Huai and threw her arms around his arm.

"Bro, you’re freaking awesome, aren’t you?! Is your mouth soaked in five-step snake venom or what?! This is the first time I’ve seen Wan Guohao run away in disgrace from a verbal beating. When it comes to oral skills, I have to say you’re the strongest!"

Listening to her flattering babble, Su Huai instead felt a headache coming on.

"You better tuck yourself back in; what’s with you acting so low? You’re supposed to be a proper young lady."

Zhong Ting pouted at the rebuke, but that did nothing to dampen her fondness for Su Huai; she was determined to stick to him.

"Brother~~~ You’re so amazing~~~"

Disgustingly cloying!

Su Huai frowned and turned to ask Gu Jiuyue, "Whose girl is this? Can I slap her?"

Gu snickered and replied, "She’s Zhong Xuanxuan’s youngest daughter, same last name as her mother—a notable young lady from Hangzhou; you better not slap her face."

Zhong Xuanxuan? Who’s that?

Su Huai couldn’t recall right away, but the mention of ’notable’ was enough to tell him it was tricky.

Glancing sideways, his eyes accidentally caught a generous cleavage, but Su Huai remained pure and chaste, pulling his hand back and shoving her aside.

"No matter whose daughter you are, just keep your distance; you’re not my type."

"But I’m big though!"

Zhong Ting’s enticement blurted out, "And if you want, I can learn all eighteen talents tonight!"

Really lowbrow!

Su Huai purposefully checked his interface, noticing the girl didn’t make the list, so he acted even more aloof.