Chapter 164: with translation of chapter title: 164

164 「Is he the youngest adopted son of the He Family? 」

He Zheyuan really didn't want to eat anything during this period; he had no appetite for anything, his stomach felt bloated, he constantly felt full, and could even be said to be a bit stuffed.

But because he actually ate very little, he has already become somewhat frail and unable to withstand the wind.

After being examined by various specialists at the hospital several times, there were no problems at all; he was very healthy.

His father hired several top chefs, who daily prepared dishes from the Eight Great Cuisines of China with elaborate presentations, yet he remained completely uninterested in the food.

Strangely enough, these days his father fell ill, and he actually felt a little desire to eat.

But it was only a little, not much.

One of his girlfriends, Manli, who always had picky tastes, knowing he wanted to eat, said there was a small restaurant with pretty good flavor; although the ambiance wasn't as nice as a high-end restaurant, she guaranteed he would find it tasty, so they came.

Moreover, importantly, upon entering this restaurant, he actually smelled the nice aroma and even felt a little hungry.

If it weren't for this feeling, he would have turned and left this messy restaurant long ago, unwilling to waste time being picky.

Another female companion of He Zheyuan glanced at Manli, who had just spoken, then rolled her eyes and offered an idea:

"Young Master He, why don't we have the boss clear the place? If the boss knows you are the young master of the He Family, he'll definitely give you this face, after all, the nickname Qianye is known to everyone in Yun Shi."

Upon hearing that, the waiter and the people waiting around all looked over.

Everyone's faces showed an expression that said, 'Are these people sick?', as they looked at them.

He Zheyuan also furrowed his brows, about to speak, but then thinking of something, he closed his mouth, hesitated a moment, and said: "No need, just have the boss free up the seats before and after; we'll pay for those two tables together, Xiao Wan, go tell the boss to arrange it."

After saying that, he didn't care about others' gazes, put his arm around Manli beside him and walked toward the resting area, waiting for the boss to come and call him.

The girl who had just suggested the idea followed up, feeling embarrassed.

The resting area isn't very large; in front of Tushan Jiu there was a table of people waiting, consisting of several male college students, who wore looks of disdain, and someone even muttered quietly, saying they were really good at pretending.

Moreover, after Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu entered, another table of girls also joined the line, also looking unfavorably at their group, then hesitantly whispering about whether they should still eat here.

After all, although they didn't know the others, they recognized the girl named Manli, who was from their school, and because a sports car often came to pick her up, she was quite famous.

They speculated that the one called Young Master He was likely the youngest son of the He Family, He Zheyuan.

The He Family is quite arrogant in Yun Shi, involved in both legal and illegal circles.

Basically, anyone in Yun Shi who pays a little attention to this will know.

And He Zheyuan's father, He Qian, nicknamed Qianye, is the head of the He Family.

Therefore, ordinary people generally don't want to offend him.

Only one chair remained in this part of the resting area.

He Zheyuan plopped down on it, lowering his head to look at his phone by himself.

The others stood beside him, chatting as they should, completely ignoring the angry glances from others, as if it were habitual.

Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu's seats weren't far from them, and they observed the whole process.

The boss was called over shortly after.

But the boss seemed not to pay attention to this, just an honest person doing business properly.

So he sincerely said: "Sorry, the people eating in our shop are all regular customers; I can't just drive people away. See if you want to wait a bit; there aren't many tables ahead, and it won't take long."

Coincidentally, at that moment, a pot of meat and crab stew was brought up from the back kitchen.

The aroma wafted over; He Zheyuan smelled it, and his stomach actually let out a gurgle.

Since sitting in this resting area, he seemed to feel a strong desire to eat, and his hunger was quite obvious.

He Zheyuan found it a bit strange.

But soon, the sound of a gurgle from his stomach brought him back to his senses.

He was hungry!

"No way, I need to eat now; figure out how to free up a spot, and I'll pay you three times the meal cost." He Zheyuan said impatiently.

The boss also felt a bit embarrassed, but still stuck to his principle: "Sorry, please wait a bit, or..." then added "go eat elsewhere."

But before he could finish his sentence, coincidentally a table finished paying and left, freeing up a table.

The person beside He Zheyuan glanced inside, then whispered to him: "Young Master He, that table happens to be in a corner, fairly quiet; now your brothers are all watching, so we should stay as low-key as possible."

"I know, do I need you to remind me?" He Zheyuan disliked his talkativeness; if it weren't for wanting to stay low-key, he would have already had people drive everyone out of the shop, let alone having Xiao Wan go discuss with the boss.

When has the word 'negotiation' ever appeared in He Zheyuan's dictionary?

The few male college students in front, hearing the broadcast call their number, stood up and prepared to go in to eat.

He Zheyuan's people immediately went forward and blocked them.

His tone wasn't great, but not bad either, as he said: "You wait a bit to eat, give this spot to us, Young Master He; we'll pay for your order as well and give you an extra one thousand yuan."

Those few male college students first exchanged glances, then gave each other meaningful looks, after which one of them spoke on their behalf: "Fine, since we're not in a hurry either, you go ahead; shall we transfer payment via QR code?"

He Zheyuan's people let out a light scoff; just now he hadn't missed their disdainful looks, thinking they were being aloof, but this is all?

With a "ding", the money arrived in the account.

He Zheyuan also stood up and walked quickly toward the innermost part.

Those male students also consciously went to the front service desk and took a new number.

Tushan Jiu watched the whole process, then withdrew her gaze from He Zheyuan.

Xie Shiyu asked: "Is that the youngest adopted son of the He Family?"

Tushan Jiu nodded, "That's right, quite a coincidence; I didn't expect to run into He Family people here—isn't that a bit self-deceiving?"

Before coming, when they met He Wanlin at the airport, he mentioned the He Family's internal strife; after calculating, Tushan Jiu told Xie Shiyu on the plane.

The He Family's He Qian, unable to have biological children, adopted many kids, and he had conditions for adoption.

He looked at blood type; it had to match his, and the appearance had to be at least somewhat similar, otherwise he wouldn't adopt.

Over the years, He Qian has adopted a total of five boys and five girls.

That one just now was the last, and he is twenty-five years old.

But don't judge by his youth—he is actually He Qian's most cherished child.

Because his mother is one of He Qian's lovers.

It can be said to be a real-life version of 'mother gains status through her son'.