Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The girl named Su Mei was slightly flushed at the moment, her sexy red lips slightly parted, her chest heaving rapidly. Her fair fingers pointed straight at Chu Mo's nose, her entire demeanor that of gritted teeth. Across from her, Lin Feng, the eldest young master of the Lin family, still showed no response. He sat quietly in his seat as if the scene unfolding before him had nothing to do with him, his attitude completely indifferent. In contrast to Lin Feng's composure, a young man with short hair named Zhao Hongsen, was bristling with anger. Seeing his companion being bullied, the young Zhao lord immediately lost his temper. Without any care for the consequences, he rolled up his sleeves and moved forward, ready to settle the score with Chu Mo. Unfortunately, although the youth in the jacket was tall and strong, he was no match for a group of professional bodyguards. Realizing the situation was going awry, Fang Lihu had already preemptively positioned himself at Chu Mo's side. So when the young Zhao lord rolled up his sleeves and advanced, Fang stormed forward a step. His towering frame, over two meters tall, blocked the other's path like a great mountain! "Fuck you... You think you're so great just because you've got bodyguards? Come out and fight me one-on-one if you're tough enough!" The young man in the jacket was not intimidated by Fang Lihu's intervention. Bodyguards might scare off the average person, but for top-tier young lords like them, finding a few professional bodyguards for protection was all too easy. Generally speaking, in the circles of second and third-generation rich kids, if there was a conflict, it was resolved personally, and rarely would one involve their bodyguards. Disregarding the bodyguards entirely, Zhao Hongsen swung his glass of liquor straight at Fang Lihu's face with a decisive throw. Though Fang was prepared, he was still squarely hit by the young lord's glass. With a crisp sound, the glass hit Fang Lihu's face and shattered, falling to the ground. Ignoring the injury on his own face, Fang, rather than retreating, lunged forward at the young man in the jacket. His hands, large as casserole dishes, grabbed hold of the other's shoulders and he exerted his strength. In an instant, the forehead of the jacket-clad youth was slick with sweat! The girl who claimed to be Su Mei screamed. The previously noisy environment quieted down in an instant, then the people who had been drinking at the opposite booth, four or five men and women, quickly moved towards the commotion. Two women and three men quickly approached, pulling Su Mei to their side. Then, everyone's gaze turned to Lin Feng, the eldest young master of the Lin family. Lin Feng, who had been silently watching, finally showed some gravity in his expression. He said earnestly, "Master Chu, Xiao Zhao doesn't know better. Don't stoop to his level!" Chu Mo glanced at Fang Lihu, who was standing in front of him. His face had just been hit by the wine glass, and was now a purplish bruise, but fortunately, his eye was unharmed. The injury didn't seem too serious! On the other hand, Zhao Hongsen, firmly grasped by Fang Lihu, was trying to hold on. It was evident that Fang was also holding his breath in anger and thus didn't show any mercy, gripping the other's shoulders with full force. With Fang Lihu's strength, the fact that Zhao Hongsen had not cried out was testament to his remarkable willpower. After a pause, when the young man in the jacket had turned pale, Chu Mo finally signaled with a slight wave of his hand. At the command, Fang Lihu immediately stepped back, while at the same time, Fan Zhijian stepped forward half a step. He didn't believe these kids could hurt Chu Mo, but he still needed to be wary of the fools throwing things around recklessly. Chu Mo looked at the group of top-tier second and third-generation rich kids in front of him. His gaze shifted slightly, and soon, he was captivated by the enchanting figure next to Su Mei. Standing beside Su Mei was a charming woman with a single ponytail, her hair reaching down to her ankles. She appeared to be just over twenty years old, with flawless, delicate skin, and a face that could overthrow states and cities, exuding a mix of seductive charm and gentle beauty. Chu Mo paid special attention to her long flowing hair. The girl's hair was extremely long, almost touching the ground—just this hairstyle alone made her the girl with the longest hair Chu Mo had ever seen. "Today is my birthday, and I'm honored to have all of you here to celebrate. I'd rather not have any bloodshed at my birthday party. Friend, whatever grievance you have with my friend, I hope we can all get along today!" As the woman with flowing hair looked straight at him, Chu Mo slightly curved his lips into a smile. He was always the type to treat others with respect if they showed him respect. If these second and third-generation rich kids had come up shouting and screaming without reason, he would have been ready to face them. But since the woman was now speaking to him kindly, he wasn't one to persist in a dispute. Plus, the woman with long hair had a point—it was her birthday. It would indeed be somewhat indecorous if a fight broke out and there was bloodshed on a girl's birthday. Chu Mo chuckled and nodded slightly, speaking in an even tone, "Miss, how may I address you?" "My surname is Yu, with a single character for my given name, Jun!" The woman with long hair spoke clearly and loudly. She was the organizer of tonight's gathering and the birthday girl herself; naturally, she did not want any conflict at her birthday party, so she stepped forward at this moment.