Chapter 421: Cursed into a Stupor

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the waiter not far away, Sun Feifei, still holding onto a glimmer of hope, dialed Shen Yan's mobile number.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

A minute passed before the connection tone finally reached her ears.

Sun Feifei's face lit up with joy.

If she could get through to someone, perhaps there was some hidden reason for the situation.

However, when a thick, northern-accented, and rough roar sounded, Sun Feifei's smile came to an abrupt halt, her face a picture of utter bewilderment.

"Oh my god! In the middle of the night, which idiot isn't sleeping? Are you afraid the King of Hell won't be able to catch up to you!"

After a moment of stupor, Sun Feifei said somewhat awkwardly, "Hello, may I ask if Shen Yan is there?"

"What? Shen your mother's Yan, coming to bother me with your horny nonsense? Get lost!"

Having been disturbed during a good time, the stepmother didn't hold back at all when retorting.

Sun Feifei suppressed her anger and continued in a polite tone: "I'm sorry, I have some business with Shen Yan, could you please let him take the call?"

Stepmother: "I don't know any Shen Yan. I reckon you're just a little slut from the 'Seven Killers and Wolves' story, a horny mess. You've got bad intentions, no wonder that guy doesn't even spare you a glance."

"I..."

Sun Feifei was so angry her face turned red and her fists clenched. Just as she was about to speak, the stepmother's stream of words continued: "Don't look at what you look like; with your appearance, even Li Kui wouldn't want to look at you twice."

"I don't have time to deal with you now, don't call again, what bad luck!"

After a frantic outburst, the phone was hung up without mercy.

Sun Feifei looked at her phone, then at Yao Lina opposite her, her face full of existential doubt.

No!

Who was that?

When she cursed, it was like clothes from a tailor shop—one set after another.

And the key was, she didn't even give anyone a chance to talk back.

This was the first time Sun Feifei had been pointed at and cursed out; she was so angry she felt like she was going to explode, gasping for air, as if she might pass out at any moment.

She dialed the number again, wanting to have a showdown with the other party.

But what responded to her was:

"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy, please try again later."

The number had already been blocked.

Damn! There was no way to get back at her now.

No, even if she got through, it seemed she couldn't out-curse her anyway.

Seeing this, Yao Lina knew exactly what was going on; Shen Yan must have planned this long ago, and the phone number was purely made up.

He looked decent enough, but she hadn't expected him to be such a rotten, wicked person.

After a round of cursing, Yao Lina asked Sun Feifei: "Isn't Luo Qiqi your classmate? Do you have her contact information?"

"What do you think? We haven't been in touch for years."

"Then what about the bill for this meal?"

"You cover it first, I only have ten yuan left in my pocket," Sun Feifei said irritably.

Yao Lina gave a bitter smile, indicating she only had fifty yuan on her.

A ghostly silence fell over the scene.

When going out to have fun, it was always the men who paid and the women who flirted, which was why the two of them had ordered so many dishes without a second thought; this was truly the first time they had encountered such a situation.

Upon asking the waiter, the total consumption was 758.

After rounding down, it was 750.

The two women's vision went black—it was actually this expensive!

What to do?

The night was deep, and the hour hand had quietly pointed to twelve midnight.

The street was silent, with the occasional low roar of passing vehicles. Shen Yan walked with a light step and slowly pushed open his front door.

The room was pitch black, save for a few flickering glimmers on the sofa, illuminating Shen Jiaqing's upright face in a flickering light.

"Brother, I thought you weren't coming back."

Shen Jiaqing's voice was filled with envy, mixed with a hint of teasing.

"If I didn't come back, where would I go!"

As he spoke, Shen Yan casually turned on the light.

"Staying with such a pretty girl, where else could you go," Shen Jiaqing hinted.

Subconsciously, he had already regarded Luo Qiqi as one of Shen Yan's harem.

Shen Yan couldn't be bothered to explain; he walked into the bathroom to wash his face briefly, then lay down on the other section of the sofa.

The guest bedroom had been given to Shen Liangping and his wife, so he had to make do like this tonight.

Shen Jiaqing revered Shen Yan's ability to pick up girls like a god, and asked with great interest: "Brother, when you chase girls, do you usually throw money at them, or how do you do it? Give me some pointers."

"What, have you taken a fancy to some girl again?"

"No, my mom has been forcing me to go on blind dates recently, better to be prepared."

Since he was idle anyway, Shen Yan started chatting with Shen Jiaqing, emphasizing one point.

Money is for women to see, not for women to spend.

"Brother Jiaqing, you can't avoid spending money when chasing girls, but it must be moderate. Otherwise, if you spend all your money, what will you have left to marry her? A simp is a simp, and in the end, you'll have nothing. When looking for a wife, find someone who knows how to live a life, not a gold-digger with twisted values."

Shen Jiaqing nodded in deep agreement; this was exactly his view on choosing a partner all along.

He was honest, but he wasn't stupid.

It was only because Shen Yan's exploits had disturbed his peace of mind that he had asked such a question.

In truth, what Shen Jiaqing wanted to know even more was how Shen Yan managed to get several great beauties to willingly follow him.

And to this question, Shen Jiaqing soon received an answer.

Noticing his phone vibrating, Shen Yan swiped to answer: "Hello! Still not asleep this late?"

Wu Yue'er said coquettishly: "I missed you, how about we chat for fifty cents' worth?"

"I think your backside is itching, you're asking for a beating!"

Beside him, Shen Jiaqing felt nothing but envy in his heart.

Just from that tone, there was no need to ask; it was definitely one of his girlfriends calling.

Wu Yue'er giggled and said, "That's right, that's right, hurry back and give me a 'bamboo shoots fried in pork' combo," and the corners of Shen Yan's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

Then, the two of them just started chatting aimlessly like that.

Wu Yue'er asked what Luo Qiqi's house looked like, and Shen Yan answered truthfully that he hadn't gone inside, and there wasn't even a light on the road, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

However, he briefly recounted the interesting things that happened along the way.

Upon learning that Shen Yan was first treated like a sucker and fleeced, then put on a show, and then sneakily ran off halfway through, Wu Yue'er was laughing so hard on the other end that she was out of breath, not even caring that he and Luo Qiqi were having a late-night snack alone.

"Hubby, why are you so bad? You're so bad that I like it so much."

Shen Jiaqing also couldn't help but chuckle, though he didn't dare to be too loud for fear of waking the people in the inner room.

This flashy move by his little brother was top-tier!

Shen Yan indicated that this was nothing, saying, "I even gave your stepmother's number to Sun Feifei; if nothing goes wrong, Sun Feifei has probably been scolded into a daze by your stepmother by now."

Wu Yue'er couldn't help but imagine that scene in her mind, and while she was amused, she also complained: "Hubby, why didn't you leave my number? I definitely would have cursed that vixen until she was drenched in blood."

When it came to the power of roasting people, she asked herself if she would be any less capable than her stepmother.

Shen Yan provided emotional value at the right moment: "Isn't it because I was afraid of disturbing your rest, my little treasure?"

Sure enough, Wu Yue'er felt all mushy inside upon hearing this, happy enough to fly.

Shen Jiaqing nodded in realization, wearing an expression that said he had learned something.