Under Old Madam Qiao's repeated pleas and the gazes of all the guests,
Jiang Che slowly rose from the seat of honor.
Tall and straight, he looked down at Ye Chen, who was being watched in the middle of the hall like a monkey, and smiled faintly.
"Mr. Ye Chen, you heard her too, didn't you? Old Madam has asked me to step in."
"Things may have come this far, but they're not beyond reconciliation. How about... you call the police yourself and turn yourself in? Spend a few days cooling your heels in a cell. Everything afterward can be discussed. What do you think?"
Jiang Che appeared completely unhurried, every bit the refined young nobleman. He was even kindly offering Ye Chen "advice."
This manner of his made the people below the stage, as well as Old Madam Qiao, secretly nod in admiration.
"Young Master Jiang truly is a dragon among men! Such poise, such cultivation—he really is a humble gentleman, gentle as jade!"
"If it were anyone else, facing a lunatic like Ye Chen, they would have cursed him out long ago. Yet Young Master Jiang can still reason with him so calmly?"
"That's what you call broad-mindedness! The broad-mindedness of Jiangzhou's Number One Young Master!"
"Exactly! Look at Young Master Jiang, then look at Ye Chen. He's simply an unreasonable madman! The moment he arrived, he started shouting at the banquet. He really looks like some ridiculous monkey that escaped from a circus!"
"Do you think this could really be a performance Ye Chen arranged himself? 'I'm a ridiculous fool, I'm a monkey, and I'm here to wish Old Madam a happy birthday'? Hahahaha!"
"Jiang Che!"
As the surrounding discussions rose again, Ye Chen's chest heaved violently. He gritted his teeth, fire blazing in his eyes as