Chapter 122: A Chance Encounter with Campus Belle Lan Mei'er

Zhang Xin raised her eyes and looked behind Chen Xian. A flicker of displeasure crossed her beautiful eyes, but she chose to ignore the person there.

Chen Xian, feeling that the voice behind him sounded familiar, turned his head with curiosity.

Standing there was a girl in purple, about 165 centimeters tall, with a delicate face, heavy makeup, large eyes, and a very prominent chest. Beside her stood a handsome young man wearing gold-rimmed spectacles.

Lan Mei'er!

Chen Xian recognized the girl in purple instantly. She was one of the four legendary campus beauties. Among them, Zhang Xin ranked first, Lin Meiqi second, Gui Jingxiang third, and Lan Mei'er only fourth. Although Lan Mei'er was beautiful, she still paled in comparison to Zhang Xin. Furthermore, Lan Mei'er was a classmate of Chen Xian's, so she naturally recognized him as well.

"Are you Chen Xian?" Lan Mei'er asked, looking somewhat surprised at the young man with the crew cut.

Chen Xian nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Hello, Lan Mei'er."

Chen Xian did not have a good impression of her. Although she was beautiful, came from a wealthy family, and was a campus beauty, her character was poor. She looked down on classmates from humble backgrounds and loved to mock others with her sharp, venomous tongue. Back at H-State Polytechnic University, Chen Xian had been the target of her ridicule more than once. Moreover, she changed boyfriends as often as she changed clothes; none of her relationships had ever lasted longer than two months.

"It really is you!" Upon receiving confirmation, Lan Mei'er curled her lips into a mocking smile. "I didn't believe it when people on the school forum said you, Chen Xian, had hooked up with the wealthy beauty Zhang Xin, but it seems to be true after all. Congratulations on successfully becoming Zhang Xin’s boy toy."

Swish, swish, swish!

Suddenly, the guests dining in the restaurant turned their gazes toward Chen Xian, whispering and judging him.

"That guy looks decent enough, but it turns out he's just a leech living off a woman."

"I hate those kinds of men the most. They have hands and feet but won't build a career, choosing instead to take these crooked paths."

"I don't know what kind of blind luck he had to land such a beautiful, rich girl."

As a classmate, Lan Mei'er knew exactly what Chen Xian's family background was; she knew he was just a poor kid.

Before Chen Xian could speak, Lan Mei'er continued with a sharp, shrill laugh: "Heh, oh my, international brand casual wear, sneakers, that brand-name phone...啧啧啧, with this getup, Chen Xian, you really look the part. Life as a kept man must be pretty sweet, huh?"

"Lan Mei'er, do me a favor and shut your filthy mouth." Before Chen Xian could respond, Zhang Xin, his girlfriend, was already furious and retorted. Being insulted was one thing, but seeing Chen Xian insulted made her feel worse than if it were herself.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Lan Mei'er’s heavily made-up face grew even wider. "Oh, oh, oh, look at our campus beauty Zhang Xin, getting all flustered now that I've exposed the truth. Zhang Xin, it’s not that I want to lecture you, but with your beauty and family background, finding an outstanding boyfriend should be easy. Yet, you chose this poor kid from our class. It’s truly like a beautiful flower planted in a pile of cow dung—and tell me, why does this cow dung stink so much? As a fellow campus beauty of H-State Polytechnic, I feel ashamed just looking at you with this pathetic loser! By the way, let me introduce you; this is my boyfriend, He Changpeng, the eldest son of the publicly traded He’s Manufacturing."

Lan Mei'er spoke so quickly that she gave Zhang Xin no chance to interrupt.

Zhang Xin was so angry her lungs felt like they were about to explode. This Lan Mei'er was simply detestable. She retorted, "Lan Mei'er, Chen Xian is not the pathetic loser you describe. The boyfriend you think so highly of is not even worth a penny compared to him."

The man in gold-rimmed glasses, hearing this, flushed with anger and snapped back, "Hmph, a gigolo who lives off a woman, and he thinks he’s qualified to compare himself to me?"

Lan Mei'er continued, "Heh, Changpeng, don't get angry. Zhang Xin is just saying that to save face. Deep down, she knows Chen Xian is a total loser. Women are all like that—vain and obsessed with appearances."

As she spoke, Lan Mei'er pulled a transparent glass bottle containing a clear liquid from her designer handbag, waved it at Zhang Xin, and said with an arrogant tilt of her head, "Zhang Xin, do you know what this is?"

Zhang Xin ignored her. Lan Mei'er didn't mind, laughing proudly as she announced:

"This is the 'Spirit Water' that is currently all the rage among the wealthy. It has the power to boost immunity, beautify the skin, and with regular consumption, it can ward off illness and extend one's lifespan. For women, it is a holy grail of beauty, completely natural with zero side effects. I've been drinking it for a few days, and my skin has become exceptionally smooth; I feel full of energy. This bottle was a birthday gift from Changpeng, who had to pull strings and spend three million to get it for me. You say Chen Xian is better than Changpeng—can he buy you three million worth of Spirit Water? Heh, I bet Chen Xian can only afford to take you to roadside stalls to eat that dirty, greasy junk food."

As she finished speaking, the surrounding diners began to whisper and discuss He Changpeng and the Spirit Water.

"Damn, that bottle of water doesn't look special at all, and it's three million? Is that for real?"

"It’s true. I've heard my friends talk about 'Spirit Water' before; it really is miraculous... it's worth that price."

"I just don't understand the world of the rich. They spend three million on a bottle of water without blinking. Don't they realize they’re drinking the price of three houses?"

He Changpeng, hearing his girlfriend's words and listening to the whispers of the other diners, lifted his chin high. He looked like a proud giraffe, feeling immensely satisfied with his status.

Zhang Xin was truly fed up with Lan Mei'er's aggressive attitude. With a darkened face, she said, "Please stay away from us. You are not welcome here!"

"Heh, hit a nerve, have I? Now you're getting all huffy!" Lan Mei'er said with a smile, taking her boyfriend's arm and walking toward a table right next to Chen Xian's.

Having successfully put Zhang Xin down, Lan Mei'er felt excellent and thoroughly satisfied.

Zhang Xin was still fuming, but she turned to Chen Xian with concern: "Xian, don't pay attention to Lan Mei'er. Her mouth is just that vile!"

Chen Xian grinned and said, "It's fine. Let's just treat it like a mad dog barking."

Zhang Xin was amused by Chen Xian's comment, and her anger subsided slightly.

"You pathetic loser, who are you calling a mad dog? Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation and make you lose everything you have," Lan Mei'er said from the next table with a sneering smile.

Chen Xian didn't take it to heart, saying, "Whoever claims it, that's who I'm talking about."

Lan Mei'er hadn't expected Chen Xian, who had always been timid in the past, to be so defiant. Her face turned green with rage.

Seeing this, He Changpeng threatened, "Chen Xian, you'd better come over here and kneel down to apologize to Mei'er right now, or I'll make you regret it."

Just as Chen Xian was about to respond, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Isn't that Mr. Mo Baishan, the former richest man in H-State?"

"Why would he come to this restaurant?"

Everyone shifted their gaze away from Chen Xian and Lan Mei'er, looking toward the entrance of the restaurant.