[Chapter 015] âThis is my second time helping you.â
âRefund my money!â The man slapped the table, âRefund laozi for the cake, and another ten thousand for causing me mental damage. Otherwise donât blame me for being impolite.â
Wen MingYi drank his milk tea as he bumped Lu YunFei, and pointed to the men behind the guy with his chin.
Lu YunFei counted six of them, including the guy currently talking. This was a planned setup.
Liu Mo also realised what was happening at this point. The cake was merely an opening into picking a quarrel.
She smiled, âIf you keep on with this, Iâll be calling the police.â
The man laughed at her words, âReport then, laozi isnât scared of your threats. I bought the cake from your cake shop. After eating it, I vomited and had diarrhoea and almost got food poisoning. Whatâs wrong with wanting payment for the mental damage that I incurred? I havenât even asked for fucking medical fees!â
Seeing this, Liu Mo didnât beat around the bush and took out her phone to call the police. The man went up to snatch her phone from her hands. Lu YunFei saw this and grabbed the milk tea from Wen MingYiâs hands and threw it at his shoulder.
The milk tea struck the shoulder with a âthumpâ before spilling onto the floor. The manâs shoulder was a scene of disaster. He turned his head reflexively, and it was when Bian JinYuan rushed over to snatch Liu Moâs phone back and shoved it into her hands as he pushed her behind, âLiu jie, go inside.â
Liu Mo was staring at the handsome boys who had entered the shop. At Bian JinYuanâs reminder, she pulled back to her senses and nodded. As she lifted her head, she noticed Bian JinYuan was staring in the direction of the door as well, his brows slightly creased.
Liu Mo was curious, did they know each other? She didnât ask and quietly moved backwards.
The troublemaker had also focused his attention onto Lu YunFei. Wen MingYi looked at his good friend in exasperation and said, âMy milk tea! I wasnât done drinking it!â
âIâll buy you a new one later â a large milk tea with three brothers # , no ice.â
âThatâs better,â Wen MingYi was mollified.
However the troublemaker wasnât placated, âLittle boy, you threw this milk tea,â He pointed at the milk tea on the ground and stepped forward. There was a squelch as he stepped on the cup, and the light brown âfresh bloodâ emerged from the âcorpseâ of the milk tea.
Wen MingYi felt that it was a pity, this milk tea still had more than half cup left, and it was pretty tasty.
Lu YunFei was all smiles, âThereâs no helping it. Dage (big brother), youâd been standing there for so long. I wanted to buy something but you werenât leaving, so I decided to remind you a bit.â
That person heard this and flew towards Lu YunFei. Bian JinYuan saw his actions and went round the cashier counter, but was stopped by the manâs buddies.
âWhat do you want to do? Youâre in such a hurry.â
âStep aside,â Bian JinYuan said coldly.
âWhat if we donât?â The other party smiled in response.
Bian JinYuan had never been a particularly gentle person and quickly followed up with a punch. The other party never thought that heâd react so harshly, and almost fell over from the hit.
âWhat are you still standing there for, go!â
Lu YunFei saw that Bian JinYuan had started fighting with the others and wanted to go up to help him, but just as he moved, the troublemaker stopped him, âLittle boy, youâve yet to apologise to me.â
âDage, step aside,â Lu YunFei said impatiently.
âStep on yourself!â that person said, and raised his hand to start fighting.
Lu YunFei stepped backwards and grabbed Wen MingYi, âIâll go help Bian JinYuan, this personâs yours,â Saying that, he pushed Wen MingYi forward.
Wen MingYi was speechless. Shit, what do you mean this personâs yours.
The troublemaker saw that Lu YunFei had escaped and made a fist to punch Wen MingYi. Wen MingYi dodged twice and tried to reason with him, âUncle, Iâm innocent. The one who hit you was him, donât fight me.â
âLaozi doesnât care about this.â
âIf youâre going to be like this, then Iâm going to be unhappy.â
The troublemaker sneered. The next moment, he was soundly kicked by Wen MingYi.
Wen MingYi looked at him, his brows raised. His handsome face was filled with the pride and arrogance of a young man, âIf Iâm unhappy, then youâll also be unhappy. After all, Iâm in a rebellious phase.â
Lu YunFei rushed over to Bian JinYuanâs side. He noticed someone trying to sneak an attack from behind him and toppled the attacker.
âThis is my second time helping you,â Lu YunFei said as he smiled.
Bian JinYuan was vexed, âWhy are you here?â
âIâm buying a cake. I treated you to cake yesterday but didnât leave any for the young master, so the young master was angry and wanted me to accompany him. We were in the area and wanted to enter this shop. Who knew that youâd be here too,â Lu YunFei unabashedly threw the pot over to Wen MingYi.
This sounded reasonable, so Bian JinYuan didnât find it suspicious. However, the people they were fighting with felt that they were being underestimated, seeing as they were fucking chit-chatting while fighting.
At this moment, Liu Mo shouted loudly, âIâve called the police, theyâll be here soon.â
The bunch of troublemakers were already losing the fight. After hearing Liu Moâs words, they didnât want to fight further, so they said, âYou all better watch out for laozi,â and turned tail to run out of the cake shop.
Wen MingYi clapped his hands and walked over to Lu YunFei. Before he could even talk, he heard Lu YunFei say, âWasnât I supposed to treat you to cake? There are so many cakes here, pick your choice.â
Wen MingYi looked at him and squinted his eyes slightly. Lu YunFei smiled radiantly, a picture of fresh innocence.
âThen Iâll really go ahead to choose.â
âUp to you,â Lu YunFei replied boldly.
Wen MingYi walked to the glass display, peered at it, and pointed at the first row of cake slices, âI want everything on this row, and then I want a cup of milk tea with three brothers, a large cup without ice. Heâs paying,â He pointed at Lu YunFei.
Hearing this, Lu YunFei turned to look at Bian JinYuan, âIf I buy cakes, do you get a commission?â