Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 85 - 80 Want to fight?_1

Both parties were about the same age, and separately, they both looked fine, but when put together, the contrast became apparent.

It’s not rare for people to wear the same clothes, and even wearing the exact same outfit from head to toe has happened. Those with a good-natured temperament might just laugh it off and move on, treating it as a bit of color added to their life.

Someone wears the same thing as me, that means we have the same taste, right? Everyone has good taste!

Or perhaps it’s embarrassing and awkward, and while internally bothered, they quickly shift their focus to other matters—no need to dwell on such trivial things and miss out on what’s truly important.

Internally cursing, but maintaining polite civility on the surface.

It all depends on one’s attitude.

In the current situation, the other person wasn’t bad-looking, but when it came down to comparing looks, body, or aura, they couldn’t beat Feng Yi—who clearly had the upper hand.

Feng Yi was also half a head taller than him.

After an awkward silence, Feng Yi was the first to sidestep the other person and enter the restroom.

Standing there wouldn’t solve anything; it’d only block the way.

Plus, Feng Yi could tell that this guy wasn’t the type with a good attitude. Blocking the way could lead to a bigger conflict, and he was here to eat, not to fight.

Only after Feng Yi had gone around him did the man leave the restroom with a dark face.

The man in the floral shirt waiting outside went up to him.

"Yan Ge, you and that kid were wearing the same outfit! Down to the very last detail—even the shoes are the same!"

After a moment of reflection, Floral Shirt added, "Even the color of your socks are the same! That kid couldn’t possibly be a brand ambassador, could he?"

Yan Dingyuan’s forehead veins were popping. This idiot really had no tact! Always poking where it hurts the most!

Calling someone a brand ambassador right off the bat, have you considered my feelings at all?

Your words mean the kid is putting on a showcase for the seller, and I’m the buyer’s showcase? The kind that gets outshone in a buyer’s showcase?!

Of course, what angered Yan Dingyuan even more was the person he had the wardrobe clash with.

Yan Dingyuan had never been humiliated like this before in his life!

Yes, he saw this incident as a humiliation!

A public humiliation!

Even though this whole affair wasn’t intentional, the humiliation still occurred, and he couldn’t just let it go!

He never thought that a wardrobe clash could ever happen to him. Since he was young, he would have his school uniforms altered; never would he accidentally wear the same outfit as someone else, let alone be compared by so many passersby!

Although the onlookers didn’t speak, their gazes alone were enough to infuriate Yan Dingyuan!

Those onlookers with their amused, mocking stares achieved an effect far louder than words ever could.

To Yan Dingyuan, this was akin to a public execution!

And to top it off, he couldn’t lose his temper at an event like this one. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Before he came, his father had expressly warned him to control his temper and not cause trouble, mentioning that he would be introduced to some business partners in the evening.

It was precisely because his father had brought this up unexpectedly that he didn’t have enough time to prepare his outfit, so Yan Dingyuan simply went out and bought a set, deciding on this particular attire.

Usually, his style of dress would be quite flashy, but since he was going to meet some people with his father, he needed to look a bit more composed. Hence, he bought a set with a touch of business style, as well as a youthful vibe. The shirt, shoes, and socks were all chosen on the fly.

He hadn’t expected a wardrobe clash!

And to be the loser in that clash!

How frustrating!

Xie Jijie, also known as Floral Shirt, was still blabbering on.

Yan Dingyuan didn’t feel like talking to the idiot beside him, and with a sullen face, he returned to a booth on the edge of the dining area.

A few friends who got along well had arranged to meet up there, and they were arriving one by one.

After Xie Jijie arrived, he told the others, "Someone clashed outfits with Yan Ge in the restroom just now! And it was a complete match!"

Yan Dingyuan was seething upon hearing this and knew that if he didn’t speak up, Xie Jijie would babble on endlessly.

Tapping on the table, Yan Dingyuan asked, "Where’s Lu Qin? Hasn’t he arrived yet? Shouldn’t he be at his own company’s anniversary event early?"

All of them either had companies that worked closely with Qianli Group or had their backgrounds, sharing similar ideals.

Someone replied, "I asked him around ten this morning, and the little guy said he was going to look at clothes with his girlfriend, but he didn’t say where."

"I called him too, but he didn’t answer. I texted him and got no reply. When I tried calling again, his phone was off. I thought he might have gotten into some trouble. But I met Lu Qin’s dad just now, and he said he was busy and would only be able to come later."

"I’d wager that he’ll only be called out for the group photo during the celebration. Before that, media interviews, social interactions—none of that will involve him."

"Do you think it was him who had a hand in this?"

The group glanced over to the other side of the hall.

There, Lu Yue was seen lightly smiling while giving an interview to a media outlet.

"I hear that the competition within the Lu Family is quite fierce. Yan Ge, what’s your take on that?"

There was a pause, but no response followed.

"Hey? Yan Ge?"

When the others looked at Yan Dingyuan to see his reaction, they found him staring in a particular direction and followed his gaze.

Xie Jijie blurted out, "Shoot, it’s that kid! The one who matched outfits with Yan Ge!"

The others understood the reason as soon as they looked over. It was blatantly obvious.

Indeed, the outfits clashed completely, from top to bottom, inside and out. And Yan Ge had been bested.

However, the others were more tactful than Xie Jijie.

"Yan Ge, he’s just a pretty boy, not worth fussing over."

"...He’s not that fair-skinned," another said.

"Still counts as a pretty boy."

"Do we know this guy in our circle? Does anyone know him?"

"I’ve never seen such a blockhead act like they’ve never had anything good to eat!"

Although Feng Yi maintained a decent appearance while eating, they could tell after watching him for a while that he was only there to eat!

"I just checked, he’s not the spokesperson for that luxury brand. He’s probably some minor celebrity brought here to network."

"He might look okay, but he has no popularity; I don’t even recall him. There are plenty of good-looking people in show business."

"Would a small-time star really spend so much on an outfit?"

"Maybe it’s borrowed?"

"Borrowed or not, that outfit is an eyesore."

Seeing that Yan Dingyuan was still fuming, someone suggested, "If you don’t like it, just make him change."

Xie Jijie volunteered to take on the task, "Leave this small matter to me!"

"Ha! Jijie is an expert at this game!"

This wasn’t Xie Jijie’s first rodeo in such shenanigans, "Just watch!"

Someone asked, "You want some wine? I’ll pour it for you."

As they spoke, they poured a large half-glass of red wine for Xie Jijie.

Xie Jijie didn’t take it, pouring himself a small half-glass instead while complaining, "How am I supposed to walk with so much? Don’t mess it up and spill on myself instead of him. This is enough! I’ve got a steady hand, don’t worry!"

...

Feng Yi had finished a serving of braised sea cucumber with scallions and then left that dining area for the next.

He was aware of Yan Dingyuan’s group watching him, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, he simply headed to the next dining area to continue eating.

It wasn’t out of fear, but rather he felt it was unnecessary. Instead of wasting time arguing, he thought it was more substantial to eat more food.

After changing to a different dining area, Feng Yi looked at the steak on his plate, still thinking about the braised sea cucumber with scallions he had just enjoyed.

Wild sea cucumber was out of the question now; everything eaten was farmed. Although the fishery department strictly regulated the cultivation of sea cucumbers, the quality varied between farms.

Feng Yi didn’t know how to judge the quality of sea cucumbers; he only cared about the taste. If it was delicious, it was good; if not, he didn’t bother considering its quality.

The braised sea cucumber with scallions was quite tasty; he planned to go back for more after making a round.

Refocusing, Feng Yi started digging into the steak in front of him.

By the time he’d finished the last piece of steak and was lifting a glass of juice to drink...

His body suddenly sensed some adverse external factors, and in that instant, Feng Yi’s eyes slightly narrowed.

All his sensory organs became alert.

Everything around him seemed to turn into clusters of particles of different colors.

There were people, and there were objects.

There was wine, and there was food.

But their forms were completely different.

Those molecules representing emotions were captured and analyzed.

A pungent smell of alcohol, mixed with other negative emotional signals, was heading his way.

He pushed away the glass filled with juice, sidestepped, and dodged the incoming splash of wine and the spray of food from the dishes.

Feng Yi looked at the person in front of him in the floral shirt. He remembered seeing this person outside the restroom earlier.

Xie Jijie glanced at Feng Yi’s clothing, which showed no obvious stains from the splash. Even if it had been splashed, it must have been just a tiny bit, unnoticeable.

What a pity, how could this guy react so fast!

Was he on guard against me from the start? though Xie Jijie to himself.

Outwardly, Xie Jijie insincerely said, "Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention and kicked the table, almost fell over."

As he spoke, Xie Jijie disdainfully shook off the juice that had splashed onto his hand, "Look, you sprayed me too, so we’re even now."

Feng Yi had been drinking juice when the incident occurred. It happened so suddenly that some juice had indeed sprayed out onto the other person’s hand.

Feng Yi continued to look at him.

Meeting Feng Yi’s gaze, Xie Jijie’s words hesitated.

Those eyes seemed perfectly normal, but they gave off an emotionless, cold feeling, and when they looked over, it even made him feel an eerie chill as if being watched by a snake.

Xie Jijie, pushing through, said, "What are you looking at! I’ve already apologized! What else do you want, to fight?"

Feng Yi then bent the dinner fork in his hand from an "l" to an "n".

Xie Jijie: "..."

Xie Jijie took a step back.

"What’s with you and your temper, we’re all civilized people here. Civilized people should deal with things civilly, not start getting physical over the smallest issues."

Xie Jijie was the type to bully the weak and fear the strong.

If Feng Yi were a pushover, he would have gone in for a squeeze and a few kicks.

But now that Feng Yi was proving to be tough, Xie Jijie had lost his nerve. He was on his own, without a backup team, and he didn’t dare to make a move!

So, having assessed the situation, it was best to retreat.

After throwing out a threat, Xie Jijie ran off.

Feng Yi stood still, looking at the fork in his hand, and bent it back from an "n" to an "l".

The sudden attack must have been what the butler had referred to as the body instinctively entering a state of stress.

He touched the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

His two fangs, usually well-encased by their sheaths, were exposed slightly, especially the longer one on the left.

Just then, it seemed, he had let some venom slip.