Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Successful Individuals
The first exchange between Xiahou Que and Wang Yan was full of tension, leaving everyone present shocked.
Within the Xiahou Manor, in front of Xiahou Xin and Xiahou Que, Wang Yan appeared completely unfazed—it was the first time anyone had done so.
Everyone wanted to know, who exactly was Wang Yan? Why was he so bold?
Moreover, Beiming Bufan was standing right there; was he really letting this young man claim to be Beiming Xue’s boyfriend?
The crowd first looked at Beiming Bufan, wanting to know his reaction.
They saw Beiming Bufan standing there, showing no intention of stopping Wang Yan, and he didn’t even look angry—he just smiled awkwardly twice.
Everyone present were business elites, skilled in reading the room. Seeing Beiming Bufan’s expression, they immediately guessed he had tacitly approved of this young man.
Even Xiahou Xin’s expression changed, and he looked at Beiming Bufan and asked, “Bufan, are you here today to break the engagement?”
When Xiahou Xin said this, Beiming Bufan felt even more helpless.
In fact, even though he didn’t like Xiahou Que either, due to his past promise to Xiahou Xin, he had to reluctantly maintain this arranged engagement.
But Beiming Bufan could clearly see that Beiming Xue did not like Xiahou Que at all.
Before Wang Yan appeared, Beiming Bufan thought that once Beiming Xue grew up, she might change her view of Xiahou Que.
However, with the arrival of Wang Yan, Beiming Bufan realized that it was impossible for Beiming Xue to be together with Xiahou Que.
At this point, Beiming Bufan somewhat regretted the hasty decision of the past.
But as the president of the Beiming Group, if he didn’t keep his word, it would naturally affect his reputation.
Thus, Beiming Bufan was always in a dilemma.
The appearance of Wang Yan, though awkward for him, was not entirely bad.
Moreover, now that things had developed this far, Beiming Bufan couldn’t control it anymore. Since Wang Yan and Xiahou Que had met, he decided to let them fight it out.
If Wang Yan lost, then Beiming Xue would naturally have to marry Xiahou Que. If Xiahou Que lost, he would also have a reason to withdraw the engagement.
So, when Xiahou Xin asked whether he was there to call off the engagement, Beiming Bufan just let out a dry laugh and said, “Xiahou, haven’t you known me long enough? Xue’er has grown up, and I can’t manage her anymore. I’m here to ask you to help persuade her.”
Beiming Bufan’s answer was very clever, immediately shifting all responsibility away from himself. The meaning in his words was clear: everything would go according to Beiming Xue’s wishes. If Xiahou Xin could persuade Beiming Xue, it would be good; if not, it wasn’t his fault.
Xiahou Xin understood the implication of Beiming Bufan’s words. However, the reason was adequate—his daughter had grown up and naturally had the right to choose whom she loved.
If Xiahou Xin forcibly ordered Beiming Xue to separate from Wang Yan, it would seem unreasonable.
At this point, Xiahou Xin found himself unable to argue. Furthermore, Beiming Bufan’s speech was meticulous, leaving no opportunity for Xiahou Xin to get angry at him.
Just then, Xiahou Que tugged at Xiahou Xin, stepped forward himself, walked up to Wang Yan, and, with a dark gaze, said coldly, “Wang Yan, do you really think you can take Xue’er from me? You’re just dreaming. Xue’er will always be mine.”
Seeing Xiahou Que’s domineering stance, everyone present nodded in appreciation, immediately seeing Xiahou Que in a different light.
Previously, rumors said Xiahou Que was a coward, but now it seemed those rumors were mistaken.
However, when the crowd heard Xiahou Que call out Wang Yan’s name, they felt the name “Wang Yan” was somewhat familiar, but couldn’t immediately recall where they had heard it.
Facing the aggressive Xiahou Que, Wang Yan remained calm as water. He glanced at Xiahou Que and said indifferently, “It doesn’t matter whether I take her from you, because Xue’er was never yours.”
Xiahou Que burst into laughter: “Hahaha, even if Xue’er was never mine, you can’t take her. Just a pauper like you wanting to marry Xue’er? Who do you think you are? It’s like a toad wishing for swan meat.”
Wang Yan was unfazed, looking coldly at Xiahou Que until his laughter stopped, then smirked slightly, saying with disdain, “Indeed, you should take a good look at yourself.”
Xiahou Que’s face changed, and he barked, “I’m telling you to look at yourself. Didn’t you understand me?”
At this moment, Xiahou Que, looking ridiculous, was shouting wildly, arms flailing, while Wang Yan remained calm, and Beiming Xue stood obediently beside Wang Yan, her eyes lowered.
It seemed more like Xiahou Que was the toad lusting after swan meat, not Wang Yan.
After shouting a few times, Xiahou Que suddenly realized his loss of composure, took a deep breath to calm down, and coldly said, “It’s like casting pearls before swine.”
Wang Yan, still calm, said lightly, “Indeed, pearls before swine.”
Wang Yan’s words were unchanged, but with a brief pause, he completely twisted the meaning around.
The just-calmed Xiahou Que was immediately enraged again, finding himself at a disadvantage in every exchange with Wang Yan. Xiahou Que was nearly driven to madness, flailing his arms, almost jumping.
Wang Yan didn’t even glance at Xiahou Que, turning to Beiming Xue and saying, “Xue’er, let’s go inside.”
Beiming Xue obediently nodded, softly agreeing, her delicate arm linking Wang Yan’s, as they were about to enter the hall.
If Wang Yan were allowed to walk into the hall, Xiahou Que’s face would be utterly lost.
Xiahou Que hurriedly raised his hand to block Wang Yan, saying, “Xue’er can go in, but you can’t.”
Wang Yan raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why?”
At this moment, Xiahou Que instantly reverted to his cold demeanor, smiling slightly as he said, “It’s simple—because you don’t have the status to enter the Xiahou family’s hall. You’re nothing more than a pretty boy.”
Upon saying this, Xiahou Que suddenly found his confidence, as well as a way to defeat Wang Yan. Since the other was just a pretty boy, why would he lower himself to fight with a pretty boy? Thus, Xiahou Que quickly regained his proud posture.
Ultimately, Wang Yan was just a pretty boy, lacking a prestigious position and background. No matter how well he argued, he couldn’t compare to Xiahou Que’s distinguished status.
Seeing this, the onlookers all nodded in agreement with Xiahou Que. He had quickly seized upon his opponent’s weakness; truly impressive, Xiahou Que was exceptional.
At the same time, everyone present began to look down on Wang Yan. A powerless, insignificant pretty boy, daring to stir up trouble at Xiahou Manor, was surely seeking humiliation.
Just as everyone expected Wang Yan to become furious, they saw that Wang Yan’s expression remained unchanged, still calm as before. He glanced at Xiahou Que, asking, “What status?”
Hearing Wang Yan dare to retort, Xiahou Que’s face displayed disdain. He smugly glanced back at the guests behind him and said, “Those who enter my hall are successful people, either with wealth in the billions, prominent status, or outstanding careers…”
As Xiahou Que spoke, he gestured towards the guests behind him as if showing off, introducing them to Wang Yan: “That one is Zeng Deyi, the vice president of the Wanghai Commerce Association. Next to him is the famous physician Sun Da, and over there…”
As Xiahou Que was speaking, they saw a black car drive up and stop before the crowd.
The car door opened, revealing a young man stepping out.
Others didn’t recognize the young man, but Wang Yan knew him well, as he was San.
Seeing San, Xiahou Que smiled and said, “And, like this one, the current rising star, the president of the Peak Group, Mr. San. He’s the kind of successful person we invite to the Xiahou family hall.”