My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife-Chapter 899 - 898: Going Up to the Fourth Floor (1/2)

Go with him?

Yang Chen glanced at the man with an oily face and a flash of contempt in his eyes, knowing the man didn't have any good intentions. If Wu Qiaoyun went up with him, it would inevitably lead to something happening between them.

But speaking of which, who doesn't come here to seek some thrill?

The underlying rule of Notting Hill is that an invitation upstairs means something is going to happen, which is normal.

However, Yang Chen was not going to just let Wu Qiaoyun leave with this man.

So, Yang Chen looked at the man and said, "She is my date!"

But the man did not give up, instead he sneered and said, "Beautiful lady, you deserve better. Why hang yourself on one tree? The environment upstairs is much better than here, don't you want to give it a try?"

Wu Qiaoyun's eyes flickered with disdain; she had no interest in such a man. Yet, she didn't show it but instead smirked and looked at Yang Chen, waiting for him to deal with it.

Yang Chen frowned.

He had already made himself very clear.

He told this man that Wu Qiaoyun was his date, meaning almost the same as saying she's his girlfriend, or even his woman.

However, this man was being persistent, clearly looking for trouble!

Yang Chen immediately stood up.

With a height of 1.8 meters and a muscular build, he was quite intimidating.

Compared to the man, who was only 1.7 meters tall and had long been weakened by indulgence, it was like heaven and earth.

The man, noticing Yang Chen's physique, swallowed hard, somewhat intimidated.

He dared not look Yang Chen in the eye, his gaze hurriedly darting upstairs.

Evidently, he wasn't alone, or perhaps he'd agreed with companions to come down here to find prey.

At this moment, he definitely couldn't back down, otherwise, he'd lose face in front of his friends.

"Ha!" The man chuckled coldly, staring at Yang Chen and said, "What, want to make a move? Do you know the rules here?"

Yang Chen gave a cold snort, coldly staring back at the man.

Of course, he knew the rules: guests on the first floor must absolutely not provoke those on the upper floors. Otherwise, they would be permanently banned.

But that didn't mean Yang Chen wouldn't strike.

Yang Chen said coldly, "I'll say it again, she is my date!"

The man sneered, "So what? She's not your slave, she has the right to choose freely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chen let out a cold snort, grabbed the man by his collar, and lifted him up.

The man was startled, cried out, and struggled desperately.

However, under Yang Chen's grip, his feet couldn't even touch the ground, like a little chick being held up, he could only kick his feet in the air.

Wu Qiaoyun was also shocked, she didn't expect Yang Chen to actually make a move.

This was Notting Hill, no one dared to cause trouble here.

Yet, at this moment, under the astonished eyes of the crowd, Yang Chen casually lifted the man as if he were a little chick and walked briskly outside.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Even the security personnel hadn't time to react before Yang Chen walked out of Notting Hill with the man.

Several security staff exchanged glances but did not move.

After all, people settle their disputes outside, they couldn't stop them, could they?

So, they tacitly approved of such behavior.

Once outside, Yang Chen tossed the man onto the sidewalk.

The man rolled on the sidewalk, scared pale.

He didn't expect Yang Chen would actually dare to hit him.

And looking towards Notting Hill's security staff, surprisingly none came out to stop him.

Seeing this, the man trembled with fear.

Wu Qiaoyun quickly followed out, pulling Yang Chen and said, "Don't be impulsive!"

This was Ancheng, and right at Notting Hill's entrance, if Yang Chen really hit someone, it wouldn't be easily resolved.

The man also hurriedly said, "Brother, I was wrong, please let me go!"

Looking at the man lying on the ground, Yang Chen snorted coldly, inwardly cursing his cowardice.

At this moment, a large group of people came flooding out of the entrance, and upon seeing the man on the ground, they quickly gathered around.

Evidently, they were one group.

Among them, there was indeed someone Yang Chen and Wu Qiaoyun recognized.

"Cheng Feng!" Wu Qiaoyun widened her eyes, looking at Cheng Feng in disbelief.

Cheng Feng showed a trace of awkwardness on his face, smiling at the two and said, "Sorry about that, this is my friend, didn't expect the flood to wash away the Dragon King's temple, I'll have my friend apologize to you!"

The words didn't convince Yang Chen and Wu Qiaoyun at all.

What a coincidence that Cheng Feng's friend would come down to provoke them?

This was clearly arranged by Cheng Feng!

Wu Qiaoyun was about to refuse when Yang Chen spoke, "Alright then!"

Wu Qiaoyun was stunned, not expecting Yang Chen would agree.

Cheng Feng was also surprised; he casually mentioned it, thinking that with Yang Chen's misfit nature, there's no way he would agree to his invitation.

But it turned out unexpectedly.

In disbelief, Cheng Feng warmly invited Yang Chen back to Notting Hill.

To the large private room on the second floor.

The environment here was indeed much better than the first floor, with leather sofas and potted plants.

But Yang Chen was not satisfied.

He looked at Cheng Feng, and said, "Young Master Cheng, I remember that Ancheng Real Estate is owned by your family, right?"

"Exactly!" Cheng Feng replied with an arrogant face.

Yang Chen frowned and said, "Logically, Ancheng Real Estate, your family's assets should be at least tens of billions, right?"

Although not a mega real estate company, Ancheng Real Estate being a locally-grown company owns three completed projects and two under construction. The total assets do indeed reach a scale of tens of billions. After all, housing prices in Ancheng have been skyrocketing.

"Fairly so," Cheng Feng said modestly.

But Yang Chen scoffed, "Assets of tens of billions, yet you're on the second floor, Young Master Cheng, don't tell me you can't even afford a million, being on the second floor is a bit too poor for your status, isn't it?"

Hearing these words, Cheng Feng's expression suddenly changed.

He originally wanted to invite Wu Qiaoyun up to properly humiliate Yang Chen.

But unexpectedly, Yang Chen said something like this.

Two men who had known Cheng Feng for quite some time quickly said, "What's a million to Young Master Cheng, he's just being low-key!"

But several women excitedly said, "Yeah, haven't even seen what the fourth floor looks like!"

"Really want to see the fourth floor!"

Hearing these words, Cheng Feng's face became even gloomier.

At this time, Wu Qiaoyun leaned close to Yang Chen and whispered, "Though his family owns Ancheng Real Estate, he is actually a child his father's mistress gave birth to, not the legitimate heir."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chen suddenly understood.

So that's how it was.

As Yang Chen thought, if this so-called 'Young Master Cheng' truly had a family-owned real estate company, a mere million would be nothing, how could he only have a membership on the second floor then.