Chapter 65: Young Master He

He Tian and Wang Xinrou turned to look, and recognized the newcomer—it was someone familiar: Huang Zhiwen! Young Master Huang! Master Huang!

“Well, well, who would have guessed we’d meet here? Looks like fate really wants us together!” Huang Zhiwen walked over with a glass of wine, grinning.

“Hahaha, so it’s Young Master Huang! What a surprise to meet you here! I haven’t even thanked you for your generosity last time. Allow me to offer you a toast, as a token of my gratitude!” Wang Xinrou was even more enthusiastic than Huang Zhiwen, raising her glass with a smile. Yet her words were laced with obvious sarcasm, perfectly matching Huang Zhiwen’s earlier remarks, the two echoing each other with biting wit.

Huang Zhiwen’s expression darkened.

Last time, Wang Xinrou had swindled him out of a whole hundred million! Though he hadn’t paid all of it himself, over ten million had come from his own pocket, earning him a fierce scolding from his father and a restriction on his spending. He’d been forced to behave for a while.

Tonight, taking advantage of Young Master Hai’s party, Huang Zhiwen had shamelessly shown up, basking in his success while chatting with other scions. When he spotted Wang Xinrou and He Tian, he’d thought to deliver a few sarcastic remarks—but he hadn’t expected Wang Xinrou’s counterattack to be so sharp, immediately bringing up the incident where he’d been fleeced. This infuriated Huang Zhiwen.

“Hahaha, Second Miss Wang, you must be joking. Victory and defeat are common in competition! I’ve long since let it go. But thank you for still remembering—it’s my fault, really!” Huang Zhiwen replied with a subtle smile, firing back and slyly mocking Wang Xinrou for being petty, obsessing over a single incident.

“I didn’t expect Young Master Huang to be so forgetful! I thought you’d be practicing hard, seeking to reclaim your honor! Looks like I’m destined for disappointment!” Wang Xinrou smiled sweetly.

Huang Zhiwen was even more annoyed.

Having witnessed He Tian’s incredible driving skills, Huang Zhiwen dared not challenge him again on the racetrack. Knowing he would lose, he wasn’t foolish enough to insist. He quickly dismissed his frustration and remembered his purpose for tonight, turning his attention to He Tian.

“I recall your name is He Tian, right? Heh, who would have thought you’d be here. Impressive, making it into this circle! Seems Second Miss Wang values you highly!” Huang Zhiwen sat down, smiling as he addressed He Tian.

“Huang Zhiwen, what nonsense are you spouting?” Wang Xinrou interrupted, annoyed. She thought Huang Zhiwen shameless for provoking He Tian like this. What if He Tian couldn’t handle it or was upset?

He Tian smiled gently, patting Wang Xinrou’s hand.

Seeing the smile on He Tian’s face, Wang Xinrou’s heart settled. She silently reproached herself for being too anxious—how could He Tian be rattled by Huang Zhiwen? Compared to He Tian, Huang Zhiwen was utterly outclassed; there was simply no comparison.

“I’m not saying anything! Brother He, it’s good to see the world here. Clearly, following Second Miss Wang is the right move!” Huang Zhiwen smiled.

“Yes, I think so too! Second Miss Wang treats me very well—serves tea, pours water, and brings me here to meet so many beautiful ladies. Truly my privilege!” He Tian said cheerfully, looking gratefully at Wang Xinrou.

“Keep it low-key, understood?” Wang Xinrou cooperated, looking serious as she spoke quietly to He Tian.

“Low-key, I know, we should be discreet! But Young Master Huang’s sharp eyes have already seen through it. Is it still low-key?” He Tian appeared puzzled.

“Well, since Young Master Huang isn’t an outsider, there’s no need for such restraint,” Wang Xinrou replied, barely suppressing her laughter.

“See? I’ll admit it openly! Young Master Huang…” He Tian leaned in and whispered to Huang Zhiwen, “Having beautiful companions who look after you—one must have the means! But you, Young Master Huang… tsk, tsk… haha!”

Huang Zhiwen hadn’t expected He Tian and Wang Xinrou to be so shameless! He’d mocked He Tian for relying on a woman, and instead of being embarrassed, He Tian admitted it openly, with Wang Xinrou playing along. Now they were mocking him for not even having the qualifications to rely on a woman!

Huang Zhiwen was livid.

Looking at He Tian’s face and attire, Huang Zhiwen felt a sudden urge to ruin that handsome face. Damn it, this was truly heartbreaking! He couldn’t help but blame his own parents—why hadn’t they made him more handsome?

If his parents knew about this thought, would they hang him up and beat him?

“Brother He, your interests are quite unique!” Huang Zhiwen was furious inside, but he clung to this point, refusing to believe He Tian would really admit to living off a woman.

“Young Master Huang, if you have the means, anything is possible! I see so many beauties here, many from wealthy backgrounds. If you could win over one or two for me to witness, that would be true skill!” He Tian laughed. “In modern society… men rely on women, women rely on men—it’s all normal, isn’t it, Young Master Huang?”

He Tian’s thick-skinned response left Huang Zhiwen at a loss. Every jab was accepted without shame! Now He Tian was using male allure to counterattack.

Huang Zhiwen felt helpless.

He felt as if he were playing music to a cow.

“I hope your meal is satisfying, Brother He!” Huang Zhiwen tossed out a final remark and stalked away.

“Hehe… I bet Huang Zhiwen is absolutely miserable right now! He must be thinking, ‘Goodness, even living off a woman is done so confidently that there’s no way to retort!’ He’s probably furious!” Wang Xinrou trembled with laughter.

He Tian’s calm counterattacks were remarkably effective against someone like Huang Zhiwen.

“Laugh all you want, but my sacrifice is considerable—living off a woman and being so brazen about it!” He Tian smiled.

“If I really kept you, would you still be so bold?” Wang Xinrou teased.

“Hahaha… come on, get your facts straight! Who’s keeping whom? All the money you have is mine! Looks like I’m the one supporting you now!” He Tian winked, grinning.

“Oh, you! Still, being kept… living off a woman, using this to counter Huang Zhiwen really does disgust him! If Young Master Hai later treats you warmly, and Huang Zhiwen sees the contrast, he’ll be even more upset!” Wang Xinrou smiled, as if she could already picture Huang Zhiwen’s reaction.

He Tian smiled faintly.

Looking at Huang Zhiwen, he posed little threat to He Tian.

Yet, for Huang Zhiwen to appear here, he must have some background.

“What business does Huang Zhiwen’s family do?” He Tian wanted to know.

“They deal in leather and fur, with several factories. The scale is decent—about the same as my sister’s group. But Huang Zhiwen’s father knows many people and is always networking, so he’s actually more influential than my sister…” Wang Xinrou explained quietly. “In Tianhai, a few hundred million isn’t considered wealthy! Billions, tens of billions, even hundreds of billions—those are the big leagues. Many people are at that level; it’s only when your assets reach even higher that you’re part of the upper echelons of Tianhai’s business world…”

“So it’s true—only when you measure yourself in Tianhai do you know what wealth really means!” He Tian smiled. “So Huang Zhiwen is just a second-generation rich kid?”

“A purebred rich kid,” Wang Xinrou nodded.

“Nothing to worry about!” He Tian laughed. These so-called rich heirs, relying on family money… in He Tian’s eyes, they were truly a lost generation! Another name for them was wastrels.

But in today’s world, where everyone is competing based on their fathers—be it biological or otherwise—these people were the envy of many. He Tian could only sigh and feel speechless.

“Young Master Huang…” Huang Zhiwen was silently brooding over how to reclaim his dignity, even considering exposing He Tian’s dependence on a woman. He didn’t believe He Tian would dare admit it in front of so many people! He wanted to see if He Tian would keep boasting about his looks.

Just as he was deep in thought, someone called his name. He looked up, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. “Young Master He! You’re here too!”

In their circle, there were two titles: “Young Master” and “Master.” These weren’t used to distinguish business from politics, but to mark one’s status and influence. Anyone called “Master” had either a tycoon’s backing or an extraordinary political background.

Huang Zhiwen, relying on his father’s wealth, was known as Young Master Huang… but the man before him, Young Master He, was remarkable! Although slightly below Young Master Hai, he was incredibly powerful and influential. If the patriarch of the He family hadn’t passed away, this Young Master He would have been among the top tier of elite sons.

In fact, Huang Zhiwen used to follow Young Master He, and their relationship was closer than with Young Master Hai. However, Young Master He had been very low-key for a long time, rarely appearing in public. Huang Zhiwen hadn’t expected him to show up tonight at Young Master Hai’s banquet.

“Heh, Young Master Huang, how have you been lately?” Young Master He greeted him with a smile.

“Ah, without your guidance, Young Master He, how could I be doing well?” Huang Zhiwen replied, his face full of gloom.

“Hahaha, you’re still as sweet-tongued as ever, Huang Zhiwen! I like it—come, have a drink!” Young Master He raised his glass with a laugh.

“Cheers!” Huang Zhiwen hurried to respond.

“I just saw you deep in thought—what were you pondering? Don’t tell me you’ve got your eye on a lady?” Young Master He teased.

“No way! To be honest, Young Master He, I was just provoked by someone!” Huang Zhiwen continued, “It made me realize how pure I really am!”

“Hahaha, you—pure? What kind of sordid tale is this? Tell me, I’m bored anyway!” Young Master He was intrigued.

“Well, Young Master He, here’s what happened…” Seeing his interest, Huang Zhiwen quickly recounted the whole story.

“Also surnamed He?” Young Master He seemed unconcerned with the rest, murmuring to himself.