After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

Zhu Yan brought lunch that she had packed from the cafeteria and came to the classroom with Lu Ze and Song Zhen.

Although it's only late May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, especially in the city. When the heat hits, the air conditioners in the room run non-stop to bring coolness.

At Shangjing Middle School, the lunch break is two hours long. Except for boarding students, other students choose to go home to rest.

But could those who could establish a school in the capital be ordinary people? They were also very savvy, and specially prepared luxurious lounges for the young masters of the five major families in the school. Unlike the dormitories on campus, they could go there whenever they wanted without any restrictions.

However, as everyone knows now, Zhu Yan has been kicked out of the Wen family, so the rest room that belonged to Zhu Yan has naturally been occupied by Wen Chen.

But Zhu Yan didn't plan to go back to the Zhu family manor; his lunch break was just enough time for him to make a round trip.

Fortunately, the school has plenty of funds, so even if we don't go back, there is still air conditioning in the classroom, so Zhu Yan planned to take a nap on the table.

When Zhu Yan arrived at the classroom, she saw that not only was Lu Ze following behind her, but Song Zhen was also with her.

"Aren't you going back to the lounge?" Zhu Yan asked, somewhat surprised. Was Song Qian possessed? Instead of going back to the lounge to lie on the soft bed and sleep, he came to the classroom to suffer?

"Hmm... I think the view from the classroom is nice today, so I'm here to admire it." Faced with Zhu Yan's question, Song Zhen guiltily avoided his gaze, scanned the classroom, and then fixed his eyes on the view outside the window, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Banquet:…

Lu Ze: ~~( ﹁ ﹁ ) ~~~

He always felt that Song Qian had ill intentions, so he had to keep a close eye on him, otherwise his position as Zhu Yan's best friend would be in jeopardy!

Zhu Yan ignored him; he just wanted to eat a few bites and then go to sleep. He barely slept last night, working until 3 a.m. and getting up around 6 a.m. He was only able to stay awake until now thanks to his iron will!

"A celebratory banquet? What a coincidence, we're having dinner." Wen Chen led his underlings into the classroom with an imposing air.

I encountered the person I hated most during the most tiring moment of the celebration banquet.

……

The ghost lingers.

"Hey, Yan-ge, does this little green tea b*tch have a crush on you? Why does she follow you everywhere you go?" Lu Ze noticed the group's furrowed brows and made no attempt to hide his disdain.

"What? This pretty boy has a crush on my brother Zhu?" Before Zhu Yan could refute, Song Chen's eyes widened as he stared at Wen Chen in disbelief, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

"Looking at the clothes, besides having a bit of money... and being a bit fair-skinned, there's nothing special about her." Song Zhen commented while shaking his head repeatedly, "Brother Zhu, this one's not good enough, I'll pass on her, next one."

"Hahahaha, although you're a bit annoying, you have good taste." Lu Ze laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight when he saw Wen Chen's face darken.

Wen Chen: What the hell is this?! A crush on him?! And the worst part is, you actually commented on it?!

Fine, Song Qian, is it? I'll endure it. For my father's sake, for the Wen family's sake, I'll endure it!

"Huh? Your demeanor... is a bit like that of a male prostitute in a nightclub." Song Qian rested his left hand on his right arm, gently stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then made a startling remark.

Wen Chen: ...

"Young Master Song Chen, my father is Wen Lin. I think we should have met." Wen Chen mentioned his father to tell Song Chen that he was the son of the richest man and to remind Song Chen not to choose the wrong side.

"Oh, Wen Lin, that old bastard, his son is no better. Get lost." Song Zhen's tone was full of contempt when he heard Wen Lin's name.

"You...! Song Qian, I called you 'Young Master,' and you really think you're someone important? How dare you insult the richest man in Beijing? Apologize immediately!"

Wen Chen harbored resentment towards Song Chen, a car enthusiast, from the bottom of his heart. If Wen Lin hadn't instructed him to cultivate a good relationship with him, how could he, the young master of a billionaire family, tolerate Song Chen's insults?

Hearing Song Qian's arrogant attitude, which showed that he didn't take the Wen family seriously at all, the anger in his heart surged to the top of his head.

As for Wen Chen's underlings, how dare they speak? One was the big devil of the Song family, and the other was the young master of the Wen family; they couldn't afford to offend either of them.

"Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on someone like you. And don't put on airs like some richest man. Didn't Wen Lin tell you what kind of situation his company is facing right now? The cash flow is about to dry up, and it might go bankrupt anytime soon."

Faced with Wen Chen's angry accusations, Song Chen didn't care at all, and thoughtfully told him about the Wen family's current situation.

Yes, he's really kind.

Wen Chen was stunned, his face stiffened. He really didn't know. No wonder Wen Lin asked him to build good relationships with the four major families. It turned out that he wanted to attract investment.

But then he thought, so what? They are the richest people in the world. How could they not have some tricks up their sleeves to maintain their position? His father will surely find a solution soon, and then he won't have to be at the mercy of others anymore.

Now at a disadvantage, Wen Chen stopped arguing with them. He stepped forward, snorted coldly, and said, "Putting everything else aside, you want to take a nap in the classroom, right?" Wen Chen's provocative gaze fell on Zhu Yan. "I'm sorry, but the teacher just told us that the classroom needs to be locked during nap time."

Wen Chen held an iron lock in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and curled his lips, his eyes conveying the disdain of a victor.

He had calculated that there would be no lounge at the banquet and that the banquet would be held in the classroom.

Zhu Yan didn't say a word, leaving Lu Ze alone, furious.

This is clearly targeted at students who used to never lock their classrooms and often studied there. These students generally come from less affluent families and are admitted through scholarships. After all, few of these "rich kids" study diligently, and the school needs to meet its admission quotas.

It has to be said that Wen Chen really has no moral bottom line. What he did could indeed trick Zhu Yan, but he never considered the students studying in the classroom.

Meanwhile, Song Zhen, who was all smiles, seemed completely out of place in the classroom.

"That's great!" Song Chen looked at Zhu Yan expectantly. "Brother Zhu, how about we go to my lounge?"

Song Zhen had no reason to lie... He invited Zhu Yan to his place. If Zhu Yan didn't go, he wouldn't be able to make a good impression, since he still had a son at home waiting to be saved!

"Brother Yan... are you going?" Lu Ze asked timidly from the side. To be honest, he didn't want Zhu Yan to go. That Song Chen was shameless and full of tricks. What if Brother Yan became closer to him in the future?

Perhaps due to the economic disparity between their families, Lu Ze felt somewhat inferior in front of Song Qian.

"Brother Zhu, please go, just give me a chance to show my skills." Song Qian pouted, blinked his eyes, and pleaded.

"Come on, let me take a nap on the sofa in your lounge." At this point, Zhu Yan stopped being coy. His mind was a complete mess, and he only knew that if he didn't sleep soon, he would die.

Song Qian: Yay! Son, wait for Dad!!!

Just moments ago, Song Chen couldn't stand Wen Chen, but now he really wanted to go up and hug him to thank him! Without him, Zhu Yan definitely wouldn't have gone with him.

"Not bad, you finally did something good!" Song Chen walked past Wen Chen, reached out, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly.

Wen Chen: ? ? ? !!!

Why? We were just one step away from making Zhu Yan look foolish, that Song Qian!

Are you a mangy dog? What the hell are you, a young master, doing working for him?!

You dom!

After Zhu Yan and the others left, Wen Chen was left alone, furious.

"Young Master Chen, should we... lock the door again?" At this moment, Wen Chen's underling noticed their boss's ashen face and asked cautiously.

"You're still locking the door? I really want to choke you all, you bunch of useless trash! You didn't dare utter a single fart just now, what use are you?!" The underlings didn't dare to say a word after being scolded, but they were used to it. Wen Chen often took his anger out on them, and they would get scolded and beaten up for no reason.

What can we do? They were born into a noble family.