Chapter 6835
Stepping
The sound was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the tranquility and filling the entire corridor with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.
The last note, trembling uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, was born of extreme anger and disbelief, as if telling of the turbulent waves raging deep within the speaker's heart:
"You! You're nothing but a lowly waiter! Do you really think that just because you're wearing this uniform at the Qujiang Club, you're superior and can act with impunity, daring to humiliate the Chen family?!"
Chen Ziyan's face flushed red, her eyes widened like copper bells, burning with raging anger as if she wanted to burn Xiao Chen in front of her to ashes.
She roared and waved her arms, looking like an enraged lioness ready to pounce and tear the other person to pieces.
"Believe it or not, I'll file a complaint against you right now! I'll make sure you get out of here like a dog! I'll make sure you lose this 'glamorous' job serving people! I'll make sure you can't find a single meal in the ancient city, no, in the entire Yunhai!"
Her voice rose higher and higher with excitement, sharp as a blade, piercing the already fragile silence of the corridor.
Every word was like a barbed arrow, piercing Xiao Chen as if to riddle him with holes.
The sound echoed uncomfortably between the luxurious wallpaper and the dazzling crystal chandelier, like a jarring symphony that made the entire corridor chaotic and noisy.
Chen Ziyan, the eldest daughter of the ancient city, is pampered and always the center of attention wherever she goes.
She was used to being high and mighty, used to being flattered, and used to everyone treating her with utmost respect.
However, at this moment, her pride, which runs deep in her bones, was completely crushed by a waiter's leather shoe.
What a humiliation that was!
It's like a statue that's been placed on a pedestal, suddenly being pulled down and smashed to pieces.
This humiliation instantly transformed into a hysterical, almost insane threat. She vented her anger recklessly, as if only in this way could she feel better.
As for Xiao Chen, he seemed not to hear Chen Ziyan's roar at all.
He stood there quietly, like a majestic mountain peak, unmoved by the noise of the outside world.
He didn't even bother to linger on Chen Ziyan's beautiful face, which was contorted with anger, for even a second longer, as if looking at her for too long would taint his eyes.
He merely lowered his eyes slightly, glancing indifferently at the business card bearing the Chen family emblem that was being stepped on at his feet.
That business card, once a symbol of the Chen family's glory and a dream for countless people, is now like a piece of waste paper, trampled under his feet and left to be trampled on by others.
Then, under Chen Ziyan's gaze, which was practically spitting out flames, Xiao Chen's foot slowly moved.
With an extremely slow, almost humiliating force, he ground the gold-embossed business card once more.
That action seemed like a deliberate provocation of Chen Ziyan, or a declaration to her: Your so-called glory is worthless in my eyes.
Each crushing blow felt like a heavy hammer, striking Chen Ziyan's heart and bringing her anger and humiliation to their peak.
The corner of the business card dragged slowly across the polished marble floor, making a subtle, teeth-grinding "squeak" sound.
The sound, light and airy, seemed particularly jarring in the eerily quiet corridor. It was like an invisible hand wielding a blunt knife, repeatedly cutting into Chen Ziyan's already fragile heart.
Each creaking sound was like a heavy hammer blow to her heart, causing her anger and humiliation to rise to the point where it almost set her on fire.
After performing this extremely humiliating action, Xiao Chen finally slowly lifted his foot, the movement so leisurely that it was as if his foot was merely covered in a tiny speck of dust, rather than a symbol of the Chen family's dignity that had just been brutally trampled upon.
He still didn't look at Chen Ziyan again, as if she didn't exist in his world at all.
He held the silver tray filled with expensive wines steadily in one hand. The tray gleamed coldly under the light, as if it were silently mocking Chen Ziyan's disheveled state.
With his other hand, he easily pushed open the heavy, soundproof mahogany door of the private room behind him.
The door, which looked solemn and majestic, was now in Xiao Chen's hands as light as a piece of paper, and was easily pushed open.
As the door slowly opened, a rich aroma of wine and an air of luxury wafted out, but Chen Ziyan felt that what was hidden inside was endless humiliation for her.
Xiao Chen calmly disappeared into the crowd, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him; he had simply completed an ordinary task.
"boom."
A door slammed shut with a soft, yet not loud, sound, like a cold gate crashing down, instantly separating two completely different worlds.
Outside the door was Chen Ziyan's world, driven to the brink of madness by anger and humiliation. She was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, running around aimlessly but unable to find a way out. Inside the door was Xiao Chen's calm and serene world. He continued doing his work as if all the noise and commotion outside were completely irrelevant to him.
Chen Ziyan was left alone, frozen in place as if petrified.
Her body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.
The color drained from his face instantly, leaving it as pale and horribly white as a sheet of paper whose paint had been drained.
Immediately, a flush of shame and indignation surged up her cheeks like a tidal wave. The red was so intense it was almost blinding, like a burning flame that threatened to incinerate her.
Then, the red quickly turned blue, like the sky before a storm, so gloomy it was frightening.
Finally, all the colors disappeared, freezing into a lifeless, deathly white, as if she had lost all life and vitality.
She stared intently at the tightly closed door, like a gaping maw of an abyss, her gaze filled with resentment and bitterness, as if she wanted to burn it through to see what kind of cold heart the man inside possessed.
But the door remained unmoved, as if mercilessly mocking her futile efforts.
Her gaze suddenly dropped, as if drawn by a magnet, to the carpet—the gold-embossed business card that had been mercilessly trampled and repeatedly ground, bearing clear shoe prints, with its edges torn and the Chu family emblem almost blurred.
That business card, once a symbol of the Chen family's glory and a marker of her identity, was now carelessly discarded on the carpet like a pile of trash.
Looking at the business card, a surge of anger and humiliation welled up within her once more. She wanted nothing more than to rush forward and tear it to shreds, but her body remained stiff and immobile. She could only stare helplessly at the card, enduring this endless humiliation. (End of Chapter)