Chapter 41: Funeral Wreath is Expensive

Noticing the angry glare, Tang Yan hemmed and took a couple of steps back.

“Had I known she was your legendary ex, I wouldn’t have approached her.”

“You slighted me.”

“Let’s just pretend as if nothing happened.”

When things had come to such a pass, how could he treat it like nothing had happened before?

If it was possible, Mu Bai would not have been this furious.

Probably Tang Yan was the only person who could come up with such a lousy suggestion.

“I need to go now! I have something to do.”

Seeing the livid expression on Mu Bai’s face, Tang Yan figured that leaving was the best option.

As he turned around, he saw Shi Yu heading their way.

Not wanting to implicate the innocent, Tang Yan scurried up to him. “Young Master Mu is worried about not getting married. Don’t mess with him. Let’s go and have a drink.”

Drinking in the early morning?

Shi Yu ignored him, his keen eye scanning around. His body language signaled as if he was looking for someone. Just that he failed to find the person he was looking for.

Tang Yan was first slighted by the woman, then berated by Mu Bai, and now ignored by Shi Yu. He suddenly felt like he would not love again.

“Who are you trying to kill with your sullen eyes?”

Shi Yu finally glanced at him, but his words were unpleasant.

Tang Yan shot him with a prideful look. “Are you trying to stick your nose in me?”

Shi Yu had sensed something from his tone, his good-looking lips curling up. “It’s not like you are dumped by a woman for the first time. Don’t get so depressed and think of killing yourself. Buying a funeral wreath is expensive in this age of booming economy.”

“You are the one being dumped. Your whole family is being dumped! I won’t die even if you do!”

Tang Yan was foaming at the mouth. He was the one who dumped women. Since when did women dump him?

Kill himself? He was thinking too highly of him.

“Only women use anger to cover shame,” Shi Yu said as she made a faint smile.

Tang Yan rolled his eyes at him as he hissed. “I’m not going to talk to a pure ‘virgin’ like you. It would only slash me down to your level!”

“Huh, are you complaining about your attractive face being too ordinary?” Shi Yue shot him a murderous look.

“Why? Do you plan on bringing me for a facelift?”

“No. That would be too casual.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. Nothing else comes close to my looks. I don’t need a facelift.”

“Then what about making a couple of scars on your face?”

“Absolutely not!”

“You don’t mean what you say.”

A fist came down, and Tang Yan had no time to dodge.

The blow left a bruise that looked like an abstract work of art on his handsome face.

“You old virgin, Shi Yu!”

“Pervert! You son of a gun!”

“You are not going to get laid until the day you die!”

“How shameless!”

Shi Yu was cool, calm, and collected as he looked with interest at the enraged rascal.

It looked like he had not learned his lesson from the last garbage dump incident.

It was necessary to up the ante next time.

Tang Yan had dodged Mu Bai’s punch but been hit my Shi Yu.

Tang Yan turned around and left as he was furious.

While taking his leave, he was still looking in a fit of pique.

By the time Shi Yu looked back, Mu Bai had also left.

He looked around again and found no signs of Shen Chen. His brow furrowed and his eyes turned gloomy.