Chapter 7: You're Talking Nonsense

"Excuse me, sir, sorry to bother you!"

At that moment, a man in a suit approached them. "I am Li Ruhai, the general manager of this restaurant. I sincerely apologize for interrupting your meal. However, our establishment has a strict dress code policy: only patrons in formal attire are allowed to dine here. So..."

His gaze settled on Ye Fei, who was quietly eating.

"Oh dear, how forgetful of me!" Qin Feiyang suddenly slapped his forehead lightly. "Manager Li, I’m terribly sorry. I was in such a hurry when I left that I completely forgot this important rule. But we’ve already started our meal—couldn’t you make an exception, just this once?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible. It's a non-negotiable requirement. If we make an exception, it would damage the restaurant's reputation. I hope you understand. Of course, I’ll cover your bill this time," Li Ruhai replied helplessly.

“This…” Qin Feiyang looked troubled. “Ye Fei, you heard him. You can’t dine here without formal wear. You’d better head out for now.”

“Why should I leave?” Ye Fei looked up. “I haven’t finished eating yet.”

“If you’re still hungry, go find somewhere else to eat!” Qin Feiyang pulled a few bills from his wallet. “There’s a food stall outside—cheap, filling, and suits your look just fine.”

“No way. What kind of rule is this? Chasing people out halfway through their meal—what a joke.” Ye Fei continued eating.

“Sir, if you insist, I’ll have no choice but to remove you by force,” Li Ruhai said, his expression darkening.

“Ye Fei, just get out while you still have some dignity. Don’t make things worse for yourself!” Qin Feiyang barked. “Manager Li, if he refuses to listen, I can’t help it. Please, throw him out.”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Ye Fei suddenly glared at him, spitting out the words.

“What did you say? You’re the one talking nonsense, you—”

Pfffft!

Just as Qin Feiyang was about to retort, a long and resounding fart escaped him.

For a moment, all the diners nearby turned to stare.

“It wasn’t me, I swear!” Qin Feiyang tried desperately to deny it, but—

Pffft, pffft!

Again, the sound came from him.

“Stop denying it, it’s obviously you!”

“Letting out farts while people are eating—how uncivilized!”

“Can’t you let others enjoy their meal?”

The crowd began to scold him.

“I—you all—”

Pffft, pffft, pffft!

Qin Feiyang tried to protest, but the farting continued, as relentless as firecrackers. “Ye Fei, what did you do to me?”

“You must be mistaken. How could I do anything? Farting on your own and blaming me?” Ye Fei feigned innocence, then suddenly pointed. “Oh no, your pants!”

“Ugh, that’s revolting!”

“Not only farting in public, but soiling himself too!”

“That’s disgusting—absolutely disgusting!”

As the crowd followed Ye Fei’s finger, rage exploded.

There was a large, damp patch on Qin Feiyang’s suit trousers, stained with a murky mess.

Anyone could see it: he’d soiled himself in public!

“Manager Li, this gentleman may be dressed in a suit, but he’s defecated in the restaurant. He’s worse than an animal! Now, who do you think should be shown the door?” Ye Fei asked with a smile.

Before Li Ruhai could speak, the crowd erupted: “Of course he should leave!”

“Unbelievable! Even children know about public decency!”

“What kind of behavior is this? Does wearing a suit make you special?”

“Get out! Out with him!”

Facing the torrent of public outrage, Li Ruhai dared not resist: “Young Master Qin, maybe you should step outside for a while?”

“Young Master Qin?” Ye Fei asked, puzzled. “So you know each other?”

“We…”

“Ye Fei, this is your doing!” Qin Feiyang was beside himself with rage.

At that moment, he was nothing more than a clown, utterly humiliated in front of everyone. How could he possibly stay? “Ye Fei, just wait! I’ll settle this with you next time!”

With that, he covered his pants and fled in disgrace.

“Ye Fei, that was your doing, wasn’t it?” Lin Qiqing demanded as soon as they left the restaurant.

“Second Senior Sister, I didn’t do anything!” Ye Fei shrugged.

“You and Master are exactly the same—I know you too well!” Lin Qiqing huffed. “Ye Fei, I told you before, you can’t act so recklessly! Do you have any idea who Qin Feiyang is? By humiliating him, you’ve caused trouble for yourself and seriously jeopardized my business negotiations!”

“Second Senior Sister, that man has ulterior motives towards you. Do you really think he wants to work with you? Sooner or later, things were bound to fall apart anyway.”

“You…” Lin Qiqing was momentarily lost for words, then snapped, “In any case, you’d better behave yourself from now on. Don’t do anything without my permission!”

“Alright.”

“By the way, what did you do to Qin Feiyang?” Lin Qiqing suddenly changed her tone, curious as a child.

“Heh, that’s a secret I can’t divulge,” Ye Fei replied with an air of mystery.

“Like I care!” Lin Qiqing shot him a haughty glare and drove them back to the villa.

“Second Senior Sister, where’s the bathroom? I’ve been holding it for ages!” Ye Fei burst out as soon as he entered.

“By the stairs.”

“Got it!” Ye Fei darted over and flicked on the light.

“Aaah!”

The moment the lights came on, a high-pitched scream nearly shattered his eardrums.

Ye Fei was stunned to see a woman, pale and exposed, sitting on the toilet.

“Get out!” she roared.

“Sorry!” Ye Fei retreated at lightning speed.

What was going on?

Why was there a beautiful woman hiding in the bathroom?

And barely dressed, at that?

Tsk, tsk—what a figure!

A true work of art!

Click!

While his imagination raced, the woman had dressed herself and emerged in a crisp uniform, eyes blazing with fury. “You scoundrel, barging into a police officer’s home—are you going to surrender yourself, or should I help you?”

A police officer?

Ye Fei glanced at her uniform and instantly understood.

This must be his Ninth Senior Sister, Zhou Danzhuang, who worked at the police station.

Her uniform was sharp and immaculate, the very picture of integrity.

Her features were exquisite, flawless.

With her chin-length hair and arched brows, she was the epitome of valiant beauty.

Who would have thought his Ninth Senior Sister would be so stunning—and so well-built!

“It’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding! I’m your junior!” Ye Fei explained quickly.

“Junior? Don’t make me laugh. As if I would have a junior like you!” Zhou Danzhuang was so furious she laughed. “I suppose you’re a habitual thief, and after peeping at me, you’ve the nerve to make up stories. Let’s see how I deal with you!”

She raised a long leg and aimed a kick at Ye Fei.

“So ruthless?” Ye Fei dodged nimbly. “I really am your junior!”

“You dare dodge? Courting death!” Zhou Danzhuang didn’t believe him for a second. She leapt forward, her long, shapely legs launching a rapid triple kick—each arc graceful, yet brimming with explosive power.

This was her famed springing kick, which few could withstand!

She was determined to teach this shameless intruder a lesson!