C72 Am I Beautiful??

Zhao Xingchun nearly choked on his own blood in shock!

The girl next to him surveyed Zhang Chen with a curious gaze, her eyes lighting up with a flicker of surprise.

Zhao Xingchun's body shook with rage as he bellowed, "I am the Third Young Master of the Zhao family!"

But Zhang Chen cut him off before he could finish, "Alright, it doesn't matter who you are, I don't know you..."

Zhao Xingchun's hand trembled as he reached out, fury blazing in his eyes.

After a long pause, he finally turned and barked, "What are you all standing around for?"

The group of youths hesitated, then sprang into action.

"You dare to strike Chun?"

A voice called out, and they surged forward en masse, bristling with hostility.

Thuds echoed as they were swiftly knocked back.

One of the youths dodged around Loong San, fists flying as he charged at Zhang Chen.

"Die!" he roared, his fist barreling towards Zhang Chen.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Zhang Chen grabbed a wine bottle and shattered it over the young man's head as he lunged forward.

The sound of breaking glass filled the air, and the young man crumpled to the floor.

Zhang Chen shook his head in resignation.

These pampered rich kids were frail, yet they had the audacity to pick a fight with him...

Loong San had finished his own fight as well.

Zhang Chen glanced around the room, a wry smile on his face.

Zhao Xingchun stood there, gobsmacked, unable to fathom the scene before him.

The other young men lay on the ground, writhing in agony, their cries of pain echoing through the hall.

Only the girl remained seated, silently observing Zhang Chen with a look of amazement.

The disturbance had drawn the attention of many patrons.

The more faint-hearted had quickly settled their bills and departed. Others emerged from their private rooms, hastening away.

In no time, the hotel had lost half its clientele.

Zhang Chen rolled his eyes in frustration. He'd been insulted, and now his business was taking a hit...

After a brief contemplation, he strode over to Zhao Xingchun.

Zhao Xingchun jumped, retreating in a panic, his eyes wide with alarm.

"What do you want?" Zhao Xingchun's voice rang out, laced with unmistakable wariness. He had been thoroughly terrified by Loong San's menacing presence.

Zhang Chen replied cheerfully, "No need to be scared. You're free to head to the private room now."

Zhao Xingchun was left without a response.

Silence fell over the onlookers.

Even the previously attentive waitress was taken aback, her gaze a mix of bewilderment and admiration.

Zhao Xingchun hurriedly interjected, "We've lost our appetite."

Zhang Chen's expression soured at those words.

"You requested a private room, and now you say you don't want it?" Zhang Chen asked, his tone edged with irritation. "Will you reimburse me for the loss?"

At this, Loong San stepped forward, his intimidating presence filling the space.

A complex mix of emotions flickered in Zhao Xingchun's eyes. He had been humiliated and had no comeback.

He was no match for Loong San.

Finally, Zhao Xingchun managed to say, "We'll use the private room."

Zhang Chen's smile returned. "And what about the damages here?"

Zhao Xingchun clenched his jaw, his voice tinged with desperation, "I'll cover those as well!"

With a clap of his hands, Zhang Chen rose to his feet and announced, "Waiter, please escort our guests to the private room!"

"Right away!" The waiter dashed out, beaming with excitement and respect. "Ladies and gentlemen, this way, please!" She gestured with her trademark hand signal and smile.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xingchun had no choice but to turn and make his way to the private room. The group of young men behind him helped each other up and quietly trailed behind, not daring to steal a glance at Loong San.

Zhang Chen watched their retreat, his arms folded, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The immediate issue was resolved, but these were all scions of wealth. The aftermath was bound to bring its own set of complications.

He sighed softly, a sense of resignation settling in. As he turned away, he was startled to see a new figure before him.

"Goodness gracious!"

Startled, Zhang Chen gasped and quickly stepped back. Focusing his gaze, he realized it was the girl.

The girl flashed a smile. "Meeting for the first time and you're already so formal?"

Formal?

Zhang Chen caught on and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "What are you up to? You gave me a fright."

The girl tilted her head up slightly, her tone laced with pride. "Am I so beautiful that it's frightening?"

Beautiful?

Zhang Chen gave her a once-over, then quirked his lips and remarked, "You certainly don't lack confidence."

She was indeed striking, but her heavy makeup was a bit too glaring for his taste.

Besides, Zhang Chen was used to the likes of top-tier beauties such as Lau Qingyue and Su Mang, which had significantly raised his standards for beauty.

The girl's brows knitted together in dissatisfaction. "Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

Zhang Chen gave her a thoughtful look and smiled, "Yes, you are quite beautiful. Enjoy your meal."

With that, he turned on his heel, no longer interested in engaging with her, though he couldn't help feeling a bit exasperated internally.

Is this the level of confidence all women have?

He shook his head, dismissing the thought, and made his way into the private room.

The girl, however, wasn't in any rush. She crossed her arms, her gaze following Zhang Chen with a hint of intrigue.

A glint of curiosity shone in her eyes.

After a while, she murmured to herself, "Not beautiful? Men really are liars."

With those words, she strode towards Zhao Xingchun's private room.

Loong San had already departed, leaving Zhang Chen with no need to concern himself.

Soon, Zhang Chen found himself back at the private room's entrance. Pushing the door open, he was greeted by Lau Qingyue's alluring smile.

Even after all this time, her smile still had the power to captivate him.

She was the epitome of beauty.

Lau Qingyue's sultry voice broke the silence, "Have you taken care of everything?"

Zhang Chen shook his head, a sense of resignation in his voice. "Not likely. They're all rich heirs; they won't let this go so easily after taking a hit."

Lau Qingyue looked up, her interest piqued. "Just a bunch of kids. We'll handle them with ease."

"About that girl, though, you might want to get to know her better."

At that, Zhang Chen was momentarily taken aback.