Beautiful CEO's Top Expert-Chapter 938 - 0: Not Convinced? Call Your Sister

The crowd, upon witnessing this scene, instantly widened their eyes as if they’d seen a ghost, staring at Ye Xunhuan in utter disbelief!

This... this guy actually dared to kick Sheng Wentao.

Who is Sheng Wentao?

He’s the young master of the Sheng family in Beijing, one of the top playboys in the city. Hardly anyone has ever dared to lay hands on Sheng Wentao in public!

Of course, Qin Rumeng is an exception — that woman is a unique existence in Beijing.

But today, this is definitely a first.

For a moment, everyone was stunned. They looked at each other, their faces filled with shock.

What shocked them even more was that after Ye Xunhuan kicked Sheng Wentao, not only was Sheng Wentao not angry, but he was smiling brightly.

That smile, as radiant as a blooming daisy, was so cheerful — even tinged with a hint of flattery.

This... who exactly is this guy, to make Sheng Wentao act so shamelessly?

Among them, the most astonished was Fu Zibo.

Fu Zibo never thought that this plain-looking man, whom he’d always disregarded, would have such a close relationship with Sheng Wentao!

Could this guy possibly be some top-tier young master from the south?

In that instant, Fu Zibo fell deep into thought.

"Don’t get worked up, don’t get worked up. I was just admiring beauty, wasn’t I? Besides, I was just being honest!" Sheng Wentao chuckled at Ye Xunhuan. "If she looked like a damn sow, even if she were your girlfriend, I wouldn’t bother glancing at her — it’d make me sick!"

"You..."

Ye Xunhuan had just opened his mouth when Sheng Wentao immediately turned to look at Tang Yurou: "Yu Rou, little sister, tell your brother Wen Tao — who’s bullying you? I’ll peel his skin off today!"

Upon hearing Sheng Wentao’s words, the crowd couldn’t help but draw in a breath of cold air, their peripheral vision brushing over Fu Zibo.

Though Tang Yurou had no affection for Sheng Wentao, who treated her rudely, she knew he was here for Ye Xunhuan. Clearly, that phone call must have come from him!

Therefore, despite her dislike, Tang Yurou said nothing but cast her gaze toward Fu Zibo.

When Fu Zibo caught Tang Yurou’s eye, his heart jolted abruptly, and an ominous feeling surged within him.

The next moment, Sheng Wentao’s gaze slowly fell upon Fu Zibo.

After sweeping his eyes over Fu Zibo, Sheng Wentao slowly spoke, "Did you offend my little sister?"

Actually, from the moment Sheng Wentao walked up from downstairs, he had already guessed that Tang Yurou might have had a conflict with Fu Zibo.

After all, Fu Zibo was standing right next to Tang Yurou, and Sheng Wentao also knew that earlier, Fu Zibo had tried to take advantage of Tang Yurou, only for Qin Rumeng to harshly deal with him.

Fu Zibo wouldn’t dare retaliate against Qin Rumeng, but he might think Tang Yurou would be an easier target.

Although Tang Yurou was Qin Rumeng’s spokeswoman, Fu Zibo might believe that as long as he didn’t go too far, even Qin Rumeng wouldn’t be able to do much to him.

What’s more, Fu Zibo’s sister, Fu Xinyue, had already arranged a marriage with Xiao Boyang. The status of the Fu family had undoubtedly risen.

Upon hearing Sheng Wentao’s words, Fu Zibo quickly forced a smile and said, "Sheng Young Master, what are you saying? How could I possibly bully Miss Tang? I was just teasing her a little, that’s all!"

"Teasing?" Sheng Wentao’s face darkened slightly. "Are you sure you were teasing her?"

"I..."

Fu Zibo had just started to speak when Ye Xunhuan suddenly interjected, "Funny, because I just heard someone say money isn’t something we can buy these days."

"Fu Zibo, impressive!" Sheng Wentao gave Fu Zibo a thumbs-up. "Boasting as you please while shopping in Sheng family territory. Truly audacious!"

"Is this ’Jinshi Yuan’ now one of your Fu family assets?"

"Sheng Young Master, I..."

"Or, Fu Zibo, do you think that your sister Fu Xinyue climbed into Xiao Boyang’s bed, and now you can swagger around Beijing acting high and mighty?"

Sheng Wentao’s voice grew icy. "Daring to boast about money being unable to buy things in Sheng family’s Jinshi Yuan — what, are you trying to acquire our theaters now?"

Confronted by Sheng Wentao’s aggressive tone, Fu Zibo’s face turned extremely ugly.

But since his status was far inferior to Sheng Wentao’s, he had no choice but to swallow his anger!

Meanwhile, everyone else showed a clear look of enjoyment, thinking that Fu Zibo might suffer calamity today.

It seemed Sheng Wentao had made up his mind to deal harshly with Fu Zibo.

"Sheng Young Master, you’re joking..." Fu Zibo forced a bitter smile and said, "How could I dare touch anything of the Sheng family..."

"If you wouldn’t dare touch, then what bulls*** are you spouting here? Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?" Sheng Wentao’s voice suddenly shifted. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Yu Rou, my little sister. Otherwise, I’ll throw you out of here today!"

Powerful!

In this moment, Sheng Wentao completely revealed the dominance deeply ingrained in his bones.

Though Sheng Wentao seemed mild-mannered and polite to everyone, he was, fundamentally, still part of the Sheng family — one of Beijing’s top-tier young masters.

No matter how gentle his surface appeared, it was merely a facade. When torn away, it revealed sinister, bloodthirsty fangs.

Kneel!

Upon hearing this word, Fu Zibo’s entire body stiffened, trembling uncontrollably.

"Sheng Young Master, don’t go too far..." Fu Zibo scowled at Sheng Wentao.

"Do you want me to throw you down myself?" Sheng Wentao stretched out his hand, acting as though he might strike Fu Zibo’s face a few times.

But before Sheng Wentao’s hand even touched him, Fu Zibo dodged aside at once.

This made Sheng Wentao’s expression falter slightly. "Get over here!"

Fu Zibo glared darkly at Sheng Wentao, like a lion with its mane bristling: "Sheng Young Master, I can tolerate apologizing to Miss Tang!"

"But if you want me to kneel..."

"I’m telling you one last time — get over here!"

"Sheng Young Master..."

"What, do you need me to make a move?"

Fu Zibo clenched his fists tightly, the knuckles popping sharply — an unnerving sound.

"Get over here!"

Fu Zibo took a deep breath, brimming with unwillingness, and reluctantly moved closer to Sheng Wentao.

In the next moment, Sheng Wentao swung his right hand and slapped Fu Zibo directly across the face!

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed loudly in the pin-drop silence of the hall.

Sheng Wentao’s slap left Fu Zibo bleeding slightly from the corner of his mouth, his face contorted with pain.

The woman who had come with Fu Zibo was dumbfounded.

She hadn’t expected things to escalate to this point, much less that Fu Zibo would actually be struck!

"Sheng Wentao..."

"What, not satisfied?" Sheng Wentao sneered. "Fu Zibo, don’t think your sister Fu Xinyue spreading her legs for Xiao Boyang makes you invincible!"

"In my eyes, you’re nothing — even if Fu Xinyue herself were here, she wouldn’t dare act brazen in front of me. And who do you think you are?"

"Now, kneel down and apologize to Yu Rou, my little sister, or I’ll throw you out right here and now. Don’t doubt my words!" Sheng Wentao said nonchalantly. "If you don’t believe me, call your sister!"