Chapter 1173: You Shouldn’t Have Sat On My Seat (Part Seven)

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Without hesitating, Xuxu shook her head and declined. “I’ll pass. My husband is coming any time now.”

Her tone was firm and she would not continue giving him face if he went on.

“Hi, Zhao Zheng, it has been some time since we last met.”

A sinister voice sounded from the end of their row.

Xuxu, Ming Ansheng, and Zhao Zheng looked over at the same time.

A tall man stood there, hands tucked into his tuxedo pockets. He wore an expensive watch and his entire look encompassed wealth, elegance, and a unique nobility.

Xuxu heaved a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness he was already around. Now Zhao Zheng would leave and she wouldn’t have to fall out with him.

There were only two ways to handle a person like him. Number one, pretend he does not exist. Number two, bluntly tell him straight to his face.

Disappointment flashed across Zhao Zheng’s face when he saw Yan Rusheng. He asked, “Yan Rusheng, you’re here to watch the match, too?”

“No, no, no,” Yan Rusheng said, shaking his head. He smiled and said, “I know that you’re treating us to dinner today, so I came for a free meal.”

His plain tone and his faint smile seemed fleetingly breathtaking to bystanders.

But in Xuxu’s eyes, he was simply being ruthless.

Their previous meal had cost him 120, 000 yuan, equivalent to nine to ten months’ worth of his salary at A University.

Zhao Zheng’s face immediately fell when he heard what he had to say. Hatred filled his eyes.

How dare he purposely reminded him of it?

This fellow hadn’t changed one bit—he was still condescending and disrespectful as ever.

“I only wanted to treat Xuxu and Ming Ansheng.”

Zhao Zheng replied coolly, not caring about the ties they had.

Xuxu and Ming Ansheng were both startled, marveling at how brave yet foolish Zhao Zheng was.

Yan Rusheng’s smile didn’t falter. He walked over to Zhao Zheng and leaned lazily on the railing in front of them.

He looked at Zhao Zheng and feigned hurt. “We’re old classmates. Why are you ostracizing me?”

Without waiting for his reply, he added, “It can’t be because you didn’t woo Xuxu those years ago and now she’s my wife, right?”

His words struck Zhao Zheng’s raw nerve.

As Yan Rusheng had expected, Zhao Zheng’s expression turned uglier. He opened his mouth to say something but Yan Rusheng suddenly continued, “Xuxu made me read aloud the love letter that you wrote to her that year. She was in a fit of laughter by the time I finished reading it. She said that your writing skills were too lousy, very unbecoming of Teacher Zhao’s son.”

His harsh remark made Zhao Zheng turn red from head to toe.

Zhao Zheng glared at Yan Rusheng and gritted his teeth. “You…”

He only managed to get one word out before Yan Rusheng interrupted him. “Zhao Zheng, sometimes, we need to know where we stand. You’re just an ordinary teacher at A University. This is the VIP section. We are sponsors and we were invited so we get to sit here. Didn’t you know that?”

He paused before continuing, “But for old times’ sake, if you want to sit here, I can liaise with the school, but…”

Yan Rusheng intentionally dragged out the last word. In an instant, his mocking smile disappeared. He turned cold and emotionless.

“That is my seat. You shouldn’t be sitting there.”

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