The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 198 - 195: He’s Not Your Type!

SLAP!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the hall.

But what happened was not what anyone expected. Before Wang Tianyu could even swing his raised hand, Qin Fan, under the tense focus of several dozen people, had already seized the initiative.

He landed a solid, heavy slap across Wang Tianyu’s face.

The powerful blow instantly left a vivid five-fingered imprint on Wang Tianyu’s delicate face. He lost his balance completely, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as he tumbled to the ground.

"Young Master Wang!"

Cries of alarm suddenly erupted throughout the room.

Everyone was stunned by the scene unfolding before them. If attacking Qin Feng had been audacious, then striking Wang Tianyu was tantamount to piercing a hole in the sky.

"You... you dare to hit me?" The moment he hit the floor, Wang Tianyu scrambled back to his feet, an unprecedented fury boiling in his chest as he shrieked hysterically at Qin Fan.

Getting slapped? This is the first time in my life! What’s worse, it was at the hands of the Qin family’s castoff. This is a disgrace! A humiliation that will make me a laughingstock for the rest of my life!

SLAP!

Qin Fan’s only response was another vicious slap, this time landing on the other cheek.

Before the scene of him collapsing could repeat itself, Qin Fan swiftly shot out a hand and grabbed Wang Tianyu’s collar as he stumbled. Looking down at his handsome face with a disdainful and mocking expression, Qin Fan said, "So what if I hit you?"

"Qin Fan, you son of a bitch! I, Wang Tianyu, swear on my name that you’re fucking dead!" His collar in Qin Fan’s grasp, Wang Tianyu’s face burned with a wildfire of rage, the crimson finger marks on both cheeks stark and horrifying as he screamed wildly.

"Fucking moron," Qin Fan drawled in response.

He raised his right hand again. Under the focused gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, he began to slap the face above the collar, one strike after another. The crisp sound of SLAP, SLAP, SLAP took on a rhythmic quality as his hand swung back and forth.

"He’s insane! He’s completely lost his mind!"

"This bastard is trying to tear the heavens down!"

"Dammit, where does he get this confidence from?"

"Even the Ye Family wouldn’t dare to act so recklessly. Is Qin Fan just throwing all caution to the wind because he has nothing left to lose?"

Amidst the trembling, shocked whispers, Qin Fan himself lost count of how many times he had struck. All he saw was Wang Tianyu’s face, now grotesquely swollen and spattered with bloody spittle.

"You... you... I won’t... let you go... Never!" Wang Tianyu mumbled incoherently, his head swimming with stars as it drooped.

"Scram!" Facing Wang Tianyu’s threats, Qin Fan just smiled and shook his head. With that single word, he hoisted Wang Tianyu up by the collar and sent him flying out of the banquet hall with an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Mr. Qin!" Ye Xuan said, approaching with her affable smile.

"Mm. Everyone should just carry on," Qin Fan said indifferently, giving the hall a cursory glance.

Hearing this, Ye Xuan nodded gently. She walked to the platform in the center of the hall and stepped onto it. Facing a crowd that still hadn’t recovered from the shock, she spoke into the microphone. "Today marks the eighteenth gathering of the Jiangzhou circle, hosted by the Ye Family! Welcome, everyone. I hope no one will take the earlier incident to heart. The cocktail party now officially begins! Please enjoy yourselves!"

As Ye Xuan finished speaking, the soft melody of a waltz began to play. However, the several dozen people in the hall had yet to awaken from the shock of the sudden turn of events. Their eyes were all subconsciously fixed on that one youthful, refined face.

Qin Fan walked over to the wealthy woman he had encountered in the elevator. "Don’t worry, Ma’am," he said with a smile, patting her bare arm. "I’m not petty enough to hold a grudge. Relax. Have a drink, have some fun."

The woman, whose face was already ashen, shuddered violently at his touch and stammered, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"

Sorry? Qin Fan just shook his head flippantly without a word. He turned instead to the man whose arm she was clutching. "A mouth is a useful thing, just not for spewing garbage. Understand? Keep your woman in check."

"Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Qin!"

Could anyone who managed to attend this party truly be a nobody? Impossible. But no matter who they were, they were nothing compared to the likes of Qin Feng and Wang Tianyu. With the fate of those two laid bare before him, how could this man possibly have the audacity to act tough? Repeating the "Mr. Qin" that Ye Xuan had used, the man quickly averted his gaze.

Heh.

With a soft chuckle, Qin Fan said no more and strolled towards the champagne table.

But the party’s atmosphere did not recover.

Finally, it was Ma Yunbin who broke the tense silence. He glanced at Qin Fan’s retreating figure, put down his wine glass, and boomed, "Is this all Jiangzhou’s elite are made of? Scared stiff just like that? Ha ha! Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at by an outsider like me? Come on, stop standing around like statues! Don’t let the Ye Family’s hospitality go to waste! Let’s eat, drink, and mingle! Liven up, people!"

With that, Ma Yunbin sidled up to Ye Xuan. "Little Xuan Xuan, care to honor me with a dance? A swing, perhaps?"

"Not interested," Ye Xuan said softly, her gaze drifting toward Qin Fan.

"Stop looking. Master Qin isn’t your type," Ma Yunbin said, flagging down a server and picking up a glass of red wine. He swirled it leisurely, lowering his voice. "Stop dreaming about robbing the cradle. You’re not suited for him."

"Don’t tell me he’s your sister’s type, then? Heh," Ye Xuan teased, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"That depends on if my sister can pull it off! If she could really get in with a powerhouse like him, and if I could become Master Qin’s brother-in-law, I’d probably wake up laughing in my dreams, ha ha!" Ma Yunbin laughed heartily, making no effort to hide his delight.

"He has no interest in me, and I’m only slightly curious about him. But a woman’s intuition tells me his heart already belongs to someone. I just wonder who the lucky girl is," Ye Xuan said, her eyes still following Qin Fan.

"My sixth sense is telling me the same thing. Anyway, stop looking. You’re several years older than him! Come on, a toast!" Ma Yunbin took another glass of red wine from a passing tray and handed it to her.

"Cheers."

Ye Xuan tore her gaze away, took the glass, and clinked it against his before downing the wine in one gulp.

At last, the atmosphere of the party began to normalize, picking up with the rhythm of the music. After all, these guests had come for the social function itself, not for Qin Feng or Wang Tianyu. The incident ultimately had nothing to do with them, and so, one by one, they began to liven up. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

By the champagne table, Qin Fan took a light sip from his glass, let out a slow breath, and set it down. He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a single cigarette, and placed it between his lips.

But before he could take out his lighter, CLICK.

A flame appeared from behind him, its fire wrapping around past his cheek to light the cigarette.