Chapter 78: The Perfect Gentleman

Seeing He Wei transform into a fierce and intimidating figure, Wu Tian and the others dared not utter a word, much less attempt to steal the limelight.

Lily covered her face, trembling with fear, repeatedly apologizing and begging for mercy.

He Wei, far from letting things go, turned his menacing gaze toward those who had mocked him earlier.

“Wu Tian, what’s going on...?”

Just then, someone hurried over from a short distance away. The group looked up to see a handsome man in a white suit approaching briskly.

“Wang Dong, you're finally here.”

At the sight of him, everyone seemed to have found their savior.

“My dear Dong, why are you only just arriving?”

Now Wang Dong was their only hope. After all, he was the one who’d invited them here, and he must have some clout. Perhaps he could handle the situation.

“Sorry, I just got back and am unfamiliar with the roads, and with it being the weekend, traffic was terrible,” Wang Dong explained as he joined them, then looked at He Wei, puzzled. “Do we really have that many classmates? What's happening?”

Wu Tian pulled him aside, his expression grave. “Dong, we've gotten ourselves into trouble.”

“What trouble?” Wang Dong frowned.

Wu Tian recounted the events, and when he mentioned the powerful background of the other party, Wang Dong felt a chill, but since everyone was here to welcome him back, he couldn't simply ignore it.

Bracing himself, he walked over to He Wei and said, “Brother, could I have a word with you?”

He Wei regarded him with amusement and stepped aside.

Wang Dong quickly produced a business card. “Brother, I just came back to the country, and my business is doing well. I'd like to make friends, if you’d allow it. These are all my classmates, here to welcome me tonight.”

“Do me a favor, and I’ll treat you to a proper dinner to apologize.”

He Wei glanced at the card—Pulse Finance. Was this the kind of person who dared to ask for a favor from him?

He Wei was about to toss the card to the ground in disdain when his phone suddenly rang. Seeing it was his father, he hurriedly answered, “Dad, what is it?”

“You little brat, what trouble have you gotten yourself into now?” He Dong growled.

“Dad, I haven’t done anything. I’m just having tea at Uncle Zhou’s.”

“Nonsense! Are you in a conflict with someone right now?!”

“Really, Dad, is this little matter enough to alarm you?” He Wei replied nonchalantly.

But his father’s next words made him shudder, and his expression grew serious.

“Damn it, stop immediately. Remember the young master of the Xia family I told you about? He’s among those people. Later, you won’t even know how you died.”

“Alright, alright, Dad, I got it.”

He Wei wiped the cold sweat from his brow and hung up.

“Your surname is Wang? Are you sure it’s not Xia?”

Wang Dong was baffled. “Of course my surname is Wang. How could I forget my own name?”

He Wei scanned the group, searching for the Xia family’s young master, but he couldn’t identify him. Only the man before him seemed to have some status, but he was clearly Wang, just returned from abroad.

‘Forget it, he probably doesn’t want to reveal himself.’

He Wei composed himself, holding Wang Dong’s card. “Keep a close watch on your classmates. Next time, if they don’t know their place, they won’t know how they die.”

With that, he took his people and left.

As they walked away, the group finally snapped out of their shock, looking at Wang Dong in disbelief.

“My god, old classmate, you really handled that quickly.”

“Looks like you’ve done even better than we thought! Come on, tell us what business you’re running now.”

Everyone crowded around Wang Dong, eager to hear more.

Now that they knew he was successful, they wanted to cultivate the relationship—they’d need to stick close if they wanted to benefit in the future.

Standing off to the side, Xia Yu watched the scene unfold and exhaled in exasperation.

These idiots—if he hadn’t called He Dong, they’d have been crying by now.

“At least things are fine now. That was a scare,” Zhao Sijie said, relieved.

Xia Yu smiled and patted her shoulder, saying nothing.

“Alright, let’s talk business over dinner upstairs,” Wang Dong said with a smile, cutting off the chatter, and walked over to Lily. “Lily, are you alright?”

Still shaken, Lily stared at him for several seconds before recovering, then exclaimed with delight, “I... I’m fine, Wang Dong. Thank you. It was my impatience that caused trouble for everyone.”

“It’s alright, it’s all over. Let’s not bring it up again.” Wang Dong played the gentleman, though his manner seemed a bit affected. “Let’s talk after we get upstairs for dinner.”

Lily nodded, secretly excited. In truth, many of the girls were thrilled—who would have thought their idol was still so handsome, and now a successful, elegant returnee? He seemed impossibly perfect.

Most importantly, he was still single. If only they could become his girlfriend...

Several girls began plotting, even though Lily already had a boyfriend, she couldn’t help but be moved.

“Wait!!”

Just as everyone was preparing to go upstairs for dinner, Lily suddenly called out.

The group looked at her, puzzled.

She strode over toward Xia Yu, her face cold and burning with anger.