"Why did this animal come from nowhere? Miss Su was actually allowed to sit next to him!"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him before. He looks unfamiliar."
"Shh, you two, keep your voices down. This man is crazy. I just saw him outside the door and saw him having a conflict with Mr. Zhang Wangyang. Not only did the crown prince come to mediate in person, but later even Mr. Zhao Tailai came.
But this person doesn’t give any face at all.”
"Guess what? Not only did he force Mr. Zhang to kneel on the snow and apologize, Mr. Zhao Tailai also walked away in despair."
"Hiss... Then this man is really crazy. He has offended three big shots at once. It's better to stay away from him."
The poetry meeting hasn't officially started yet, but the discussion about Li Chen has already become rampant.
Occasionally, a few words came to Li Chen's ears, and Li Chen also laughed them off and didn't care about them.
On the contrary, Su Jinpa listened with great interest.
When I heard someone describing Li Chen as this animal and where it came from, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and smile, feeling very proud.
Li Chen glared at her, but didn't say much.
At this time, another person came to the door.
Surprisingly, it was Zhao Tailai.
When Zhao Tailai arrived, everyone present except Li Chen and Su Jinpa stood up and greeted Zhao Tailai affectionately.
Zhao Tailai, who was proud of the spring breeze, glanced at Li Chen, who was sitting as steady as a rock. His face darkened, and he turned his head away resentfully but with a guilty conscience.
After two losses, he finally learned a lesson and never took the initiative to provoke Li Chen again.
But when he turned around, he saw Su Jinpa sitting next to Li Chen.
Seeing the woman he most admired sitting together with the man he hated the most, Zhao Tailai felt uncomfortable all over. He immediately lost his fear of Li Chen and walked quickly to Su Jinpa.
"Jinpa, why are you sitting here? Prince Wen has reserved the best seat for me. Why don't you come with me? It's much better than here."
Su Jinpa didn't even think about it, shook his head and refused: "Thank you Mr. Zhao for your kindness, but it's fine for me to sit here. Mr. Zhao, please do what you want."
These words sounded polite, but it was precisely because of this thoughtful etiquette that it gave people a sense of alienation that alienated others from thousands of miles away.
Zhao Tailai gritted his teeth and glanced at Li Chen next to him, determined to persist. It could be seen that Su Jinpa had turned his face away and did not want to face him. He could only force a smile and said: "In this case, after the poetry meeting is over, I will
Send you back?"
Su Jinpa sighed and said, "Mr. Zhao, I can go back by myself. I won't bother you anymore. You should take care of yourself."
After being rejected twice in a row, Zhao Tailai felt angry and was about to speak when the scene suddenly became quiet and it was Prince Wen who arrived.
Turning his head, Zhao Tailai couldn't say anything more. He could only look at Su Jinpa complicatedly, then stared at Li Chen full of resentment and jealousy, bit his cheek and went to his seat.
As gentle as jade, his aristocratic manners were displayed when he walked. The generous and decent Crown Prince Wen, in the center of everyone's attention, slowly walked up to the master's platform from the side.
He stood next to the chair and bowed. There were many people participating in the poetry meeting below, but everyone seemed to feel that they were being cared for by Prince Wen's eyes, and they suddenly felt proud.
Prince Wen put down his hands and said with a loud smile: "You can give me a small face by participating in the poetry meeting and raising funds for the victims who are currently struggling in dire straits. It is not only a meritorious deed, but also a sufficient honor for me. I will go first."
