Chapter 157: Parting on bad terms (1)
Lan Yingyue is well-known for her tsundere nature, how could she possibly tolerate this?
She was so angry that she was shaking all over, and her beautiful eyes were staring at the hateful man in front of her with blazing eyes.
"Lan Zijie! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Lan Yingyue shouted angrily, "I asked you out today to negotiate, not to let you go crazy!"
However, Lan Zijie ignored Lan Yingyue's anger. He looked around at everyone with an expressionless face.
Then he looked at her coldly, then suddenly picked up the chair in his hand and smashed it hard on the overturned table.
There was a loud bang, and the whole hall seemed to tremble.
"That's just how I am. If you can't stand it, then please do as you please."
Lan Zijie's cold voice echoed in the air, as if carrying a hint of provocation and disdain.
Lan Zifeng's face became extremely gloomy, and his eyes flashed with anger.
He clenched his fists tightly and shouted at Lan Zijie angrily: "You are too arrogant! Who do you think you are? Do you really think of yourself as your father? You act so recklessly!"
After hearing what Lan Zijie said, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.
He responded fearlessly: "Yes, I am not as powerful as my father, but as his son, I have enough confidence to be so arrogant!"
After saying that, he glared at Lan Zifeng provocatively.
Suddenly a voice came from the door, "What's wrong with you youngsters?"
"Don't you even know the rules between the noble families?"
Everyone looked towards the door, and saw an old man with a cane slowly walking in.
He walked with a stagger, but his eyes revealed majesty and determination.
There is also a tall and mighty bodyguard following him, protecting his safety at all times.
When Lan Yingyue saw the old man, her face immediately lit up with excitement. She quickly stepped forward to greet him and said, "Second Uncle, why are you here?"
Her tone was full of surprise.
Lan Qirong looked at Lan Yingyue with a doting look and responded gently: "If I don't come again, I'm afraid you guys will have a hard time cleaning up the situation, right?"
There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but more of it was concern for Lan Yingyue.
Lan Zijie stared at the old man in front of him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This man called Second Uncle is actually still alive!
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. After all, his second uncle was an elder who was a generation older than his grandfather, and he was thought to have passed away long ago.
Now seeing him, Lan Zijie couldn't help but feel a surge of respect in his heart.
But that's all.
Lan Qirong's eyes were fixed on Lan Zijie again, like a ferocious lion, exuding majesty that made people shudder.
He widened his eyes and stared at Lan Zijie, as if he could see through him.
He snorted, "Are you Lan Yonggui's son?"
The voice was low, with a hint of dissatisfaction and doubt.
Hearing this, Lan Zijie felt a little uncomfortable, but he still nodded and said, "So what?"
He looked at Lan Qirong with a firm gaze, without any intention of retreating.
When Lan Qirong saw that Lan Zijie, a junior, dared to be so rude, his disgust doubled.
He frowned, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
He thought to himself that this boy really didn't know how high the heavens were and how deep the earth was. He actually dared to talk to him in such an attitude! He couldn't help but have a worse impression of Lan Zijie.
He continued: "You didn't even greet me when you saw me."
"Is this what your family taught you?"
Lan Zijie raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered contemptuously.
Then he straightened his body, stared at the other person with cold eyes, and responded without showing any weakness: "Who do you think you are? You are not qualified to let me use honorifics at all!"
His eyes swept over Lan Qirong's lame leg, and the smile on his face became more and more wanton.
He deliberately raised his voice and said provocatively: "Oh, so you are that old man Lan Qirong!"
His tone was full of contempt and ridicule for Lan Qirong.
Hearing this, Lan Qirong became so angry that his face turned red. He clenched the cane in his hands tightly and slammed it to the ground angrily.
He stared at Lan Zijie with wide eyes, and replied in a low and majestic voice: "Yes, I am Lan Qirong!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Lan Zijie laughed wildly, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.
He looked at Lan Qirong again, a scornful smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "I thought some important person had come."
"I didn't expect it to be you, an old thing."
At this time, Lan Zifeng took advantage of Lan Qirong's seniority and spoke in a tougher tone.
His eyes widened, eyebrows raised, and he said to Lan Zijie: "Second Uncle is an elder in the family, how can you be so rude!"
Lan Zijie, however, was dismissive of his words.
There was an arrogant look on his face, as if he wanted to carve these four words on his face, and he spat towards the ground.
"Pooh!"
"Who do you think you are, old man? Are you qualified to take charge of my affairs?"
When Lan Qirong heard this, he was immediately furious. He stared at Lan Zijie with a ferocious face and roared: "You ignorant boy! How dare you talk to me like this? As long as your last name is Lan, I have the right to control you!"
Lan Zijie was unmoved after hearing this. Instead, he clapped his hands with a still disdainful expression on his face.
He looked at Lan Qirong, his lips slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile.
Then he said, "Old man, you reminded me of a story."
Lan Qirong frowned and looked at Lan Zijie in confusion, but still couldn't help asking, "What's the story?"
Lan Zijie sneered and continued, "When I was a child, my father often told me that there was an old man in our family who was disrespectful and had nothing to do all day and was always meddling in other people's business."
"Once, he even interfered with my grandfather."
"That night, it was pitch black, without any moonlight."
"My grandfather couldn't stand it anymore and broke his leg."
"I wonder if that old guy is you?"
After saying that, Lan Zijie burst into laughter.
Lan Qirong's face became extremely gloomy. He didn't expect that Lan Zijie would dare to treat him so rudely.
This old story that had been buried for a long time was suddenly revealed, and Lan Qirong was immediately embarrassed.
He gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you talk to me like that, you little bastard!"
Lan Zijie didn't care about the threat in his tone.
He continued provocatively, "Why are you so anxious?"
"Did I guess it right?"
"Hahaha"
Looking at Lan Zijie's face, Lan Qirong said angrily: "You little bastard, you really don't know your place."
"If you don't try some tricks, you really won't grow up"