Chapter 27: Oh No, I've Become a Sycophant!

With the caution of past experience, Jiang Yangrong assumed Chu Fei was acting up again.

Pointing at the Rolls-Royce, he sneered, "You want us to look at the car—how amusing! What does that car have to do with you? You’re really trying to show off, aren’t you?"

"It's actually mine," Chu Fei replied.

Jiang Yangrong laughed even louder. "Do you even know what kind of car this is? Dare to claim it’s yours?"

"This is a Rolls-Royce Phantom, with an on-road price close to ten million!"

"You, with your shabby appearance, could afford ten million for this car?"

Yangrong’s top henchman smirked, "If he could produce a thousand yuan, I’d say appearances are deceiving. But ten million? He must be dreaming!"

"I honestly can't stand these broke losers," Qu Yiyi criticized from her lofty perch. "No money, fine, but they love to fantasize and brag without a second thought—it's truly disgusting!"

The remaining two sidekicks kept up their mocking, relentless.

"Hey, stay away from that car. If you dirty it, you couldn’t pay for the damage if we sold you!"

"Did you see the license plate? Empire A·SB886. It’s basically calling you an idiot!"

"This guy leaves me speechless. If you want to show off, at least make it believable. But you’re just forcing it!"

Amidst all the ridicule, Chu Fei remained unperturbed, but Jiang Yunqi felt compelled to defend him.

She called out to Jiang Yangrong and his group, "Honestly, we’re all out together—who cares what car—"

Her words were cut off by the blaring of the car’s horn. The Rolls-Royce’s headlights flashed dazzlingly. Chu Fei opened the door and, under the incredulous gaze of everyone, calmly slid into the driver’s seat.

—I admit your Porsche 911 is flashy, but I counter with a Rolls-Royce Phantom; how will you respond?

"…It does seem rather important," Jiang Yunqi, quick to recover, immediately changed her tune and grinned at Yangrong and his friends.

"Strange, I feel like your IDs and their copies are in the deck of cards," she joked, pulling Roman onto the car with her, as if she herself had scored a perfect show-off.

Guan Ya glanced at the petrified Jiang Yangrong and his entourage, not forgetting to twist the knife.

"When he pointed at the Ferrari earlier, he meant he didn’t even consider cars of that class, let alone your entry-level sports cars."

That was salt in the wound.

Jiang Yangrong’s face flushed deep red—he felt utterly humiliated. Compared to a ten-million-yuan Rolls-Royce, he and his 911 really were, as Jiang Yunqi said, the jokers in a deck—a pair of clowns.

But the most mortified was Qu Yiyi; this slap would haunt her for life. Yet she was born thick-skinned and well-versed in the art of changing faces like a Sichuan opera master. Seeing Chu Fei’s real strength, she thought, 'This isn’t some broke loser—he’s a big shot!'

Sidling up, she said, "Chu Fei, is this really your car? I’ve never ridden in anything so nice. Just happens to be five seats—mind if I join?"

Chu Fei felt a wave of disgust, wondering which family’s old hen had turned into a spirit.

Qu Yiyi continued in a coy tone, "I was just joking earlier; you’re not mad at me, are you?"

"How could I be angry?" Chu Fei smiled, eyes narrowed. "I’d like nothing more than to do away with you!"

Qu Yiyi was stunned, then pouted, and tried to open the car door, only to find it locked.

"Chu Fei, be a dear and unlock it for me," she pleaded.

Chu Fei waved her off. "Sorry, the car’s full."

"Don’t be ridiculous; there’s still a seat!" Jiang Yunqi, unable to stand Qu Yiyi’s act, pretended to joke, "No drinking and driving, didn’t you know? That seat’s reserved for the chauffeur!"

Soon, the driver arrived. Seeing the car and its plate, he couldn’t stop swearing in amazement.

—Alas, lacking education, a single curse suffices for all occasions!

Qu Yiyi could only slink back to Yangrong’s group. Everyone instinctively paid their respects to the Rolls-Royce as it swept past, only to brake and reverse, stopping right before them.

Chu Fei pressed the window button and said to Jiang Yangrong, "If nothing else works, just head back to Gotham; I’ll tell Batman not to beat you up!"

With that, the Rolls-Royce roared off.

Yangrong and his friends stood there, speechless, watching the Empire A·SB886 disappear into the distance.

It was hard to doubt that Chu Fei was deliberately mocking them.

Moments later—

"Brother Jiang, are we still drinking?" one henchman ventured.

Yangrong snapped back, "Of course! That must be a rental. When we get to MIUMIU, watch how I deal with him. Let’s go!"

The crowd of rich second-generation kids followed in their cars. Not long after, a Maybach with the plate Empire A·SB458 pulled up outside Guanyunding.

The passersby, still awed by SB886, were stunned to see something even more outrageous. This one didn’t just insult others—even its own father wasn’t spared. Truly ruthless!

And the two women who stepped out were a sight to behold.

Such exceptional beauties were appearing en masse.

Ignoring the amazed stares, Meng Ziyi, clad in a stunning stepmother dress and showing off her long legs, got out.

"It’s time to give those young girls a taste of mature womanly shock!"

"Meng, is it really necessary to dress like this?" Shen Miaoyu, radiant in a yellow battle dress, still seemed a bit self-conscious.

Meng Ziyi kept her poise. "Woman, you don’t understand. How else can we show we’re not on the same level as those girls?"

Shen Miaoyu helplessly followed behind. Unfortunately, the two searched everywhere but couldn’t find Chu Fei.

Meng Ziyi fretted, "That brat—so quick, already off to a hotel?"

"Meng, are we just heading back?" Shen Miaoyu raised an eyebrow.

Meng Ziyi shook her head. "No. I’ll check his phone’s location again. Otherwise, I’ve wasted all this makeup!"

Shen Miaoyu deliberately sighed, expressing to everyone, 'See? She dragged me here, not my own idea!'

Secretary Jin, last to enter, was positively thrilled. "This kind of alternative drama—so entertaining, love it, can’t get enough!"

"…"

Inside MIUMIU Bar—

Amidst the flashing lights and deafening music, a sexy female DJ twisted her fiery body while interacting with the crowd.

On the dance floor, many men and women swayed to the DJ’s rhythm.

In such an atmosphere, even strangers might spark an affair.

Otherwise, why do men really go to bars? You think they actually like drinking?

After everyone had taken their seats, before Jiang Yangrong could cause trouble, Chu Fei suddenly took Guan Ya by the hand and led her toward the dance floor.

Jiang Yunqi, seeing this, instinctively grabbed Chu Fei’s hand, her expression saying, "Can’t you even look at me?"

But as soon as she did it, Jiang Yunqi regretted it.

Dammit, I’ve become the clingy admirer!