The Brocade-Robed Young Master froze on the spot, unable to understand what Ye Xiwen meant by those words.
"What do you mean?" As if possessed, he blurted it out.
"Didn't you hear clearly? I said your luck is very bad today." Ye Xiwen grinned.
"Bastard! Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like that?" Only then did the Brocade-Robed Young Master finally grasp Ye Xiwen's meaning, and he instantly flew into a rage. To him, buying Ye Xiwen's female slave had been an act of charity. In his eyes, it was no different in essence from casually tossing a spirit crystal to a beggar by the roadside.
While he had still been smug over his own kindness, Ye Xiwen had spoken to him like this. That was why he had not understood at first. In his view, after he said those words, shouldn't Ye Xiwen have been overwhelmed with gratitude?
Yet the result was entirely the opposite. Not only was Ye Xiwen not overwhelmed with gratitude, he even mocked him coldly. The young master was immediately enraged, feeling for the first time that doing a good deed brought no reward.
Of course, he had never considered what something that seemed like charity to him might mean to someone else.
Slap!
With a loud crack, Ye Xiwen fiercely slapped the Brocade-Robed Young Master across the face. His handsome but deathly pale face swelled up at once.
Everyone was stunned senseless by that slap, including the Brocade-Robed Young Master. Perhaps his life had always gone smoothly, and no one had ever dared treat him this way. Yet with Ye Xiwen, he had repeatedly learned what an accident was.
Just when he thought he could frighten Ye Xiwen, Ye Xiwen's huge slap came down instead, leaving him completely dazed.