The Supreme VIP Card Was a Fake

"Zhang Yang, please leave, or I'll call security to throw you out," the waitress warned him again.

Zhang Yang could not afford to offend even Yang Qintian, let alone Elegant Residence. Under all that pressure, Cheng Dongxue finally reached her limit and sprang to her feet.

"Zhang Yang, let's go. This place bullies its customers."

Cheng Dongxue was furious. Yang Qintian had harassed another customer, and instead of stepping in, the waitress had sided with him and tried to drive that customer away. How could they get away with this? Wasn't there a law against it? She decided to report the restaurant to the consumer association.

"All right, we'll go. But don't regret it."

Cheng Dongxue agreed, then warned the waitress.

"The only regret would be staying. And it's you two who'll regret this," Yang Qintian said with a grin.

Yang Qintian could not take his eyes off Cheng Dongxue as she stood. He had lusted after her body for a long time. If Zhang Yang backed down now and offered her to him, they could settle everything. He might even pay for Zhang Yang's meal.

"No. I'm here, so don't be afraid. None of them can make us leave."

Zhang Yang stood and took Cheng Dongxue's hand. In the past, his beautiful wife had protected him. Now it was his turn to protect her.

"Hahaha... Listen to him! He's going to protect her? What a joke. Have you forgotten who's been protecting you all these years, you live-in son-in-law?"

Yang Qintian's revelation startled everyone present. Now it made sense: Zhang Yang probably was broke. The odds were over ninety percent. If either of them had money, it was Cheng Dongxue.

"You've already eaten. Maybe they'll beat the meal right back out of you." Yang Qintian would not let up. He meant to crush Zhang Yang once and for all, then steal Cheng Dongxue from his side and enjoy her body.

In the past, Zhang Yang would never have dared set foot in a restaurant like Elegant Residence. Now, eating a meal there was nothing. He might even be able to buy the place.

Zhang Yang looked at the heavily made-up waitress and felt sorry for her.

"Miss, I'm afraid you're about to lose your job."

Yang Qintian burst out laughing. So did Zhang Jing, the glamorous secretary in his arms, and even the heavily made-up waitress chuckled.

Offending a Platinum Member like Yang Qintian could cost her the job. But she could offend eight or ten people like Zhang Yang and still be fine, so long as she kept one Platinum Member happy. Her manager might even reward her.

No one believed him. As their mockery continued, Zhang Yang decided he had held back long enough. He took out a black card and handed it to the waitress.

"Ah..." The heavily made-up waitress froze. Her smug expression turned to horror, then confusion, and finally worry.

The gold Elegant Residence logo and name stood out against the black card.

Black with gold lettering, the specially made card had an air of prestige. At a glance, it was clearly no ordinary card.

"A Supreme VIP Card," Zhang Yang said coldly.

The waitress was stunned, and more waiters gathered around. Even Yang Qintian stared. His Platinum Membership was nothing beside the Supreme VIP Card Zhang Yang had produced. He was almost embarrassed to show his own card.

But every Elegant Residence waiter had to recognize every level of membership card before being allowed to work there. The Supreme VIP Card was unquestionably genuine.

There were only three black Supreme VIP Cards, each with a unique number.

Cards numbered one, two, and three all had owners. Number one belonged to Lin Cheng, a prominent member of the Lin family.

With that in mind, the waiters studied Zhang Yang. From his looks and bearing to his clothes, nothing about him suggested he should have a Supreme VIP Card, much less number one.

"Could this card be fake?" The heavily made-up waitress narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Zhang Yang. Deep down, she did not believe he was its current owner. She did not want to believe it.

"Exactly! It's fake. He's a useless live-in son-in-law who lives off his wife. How could he have an Elegant Residence Supreme VIP Card, let alone number one? It's definitely fake. If it isn't, I'll swallow it."

Yang Qintian backed her up without a hint of doubt.

"You might find that hard to swallow," Zhang Yang said with a sneer.

"Zhang Yang, let's go!" Cheng Dongxue was still afraid. She had no idea he had an Elegant Residence Supreme VIP Card, and this was his first time dining there.

Cheng Dongxue did not know everything about Zhang Yang. The card was one of his secrets, though he had only just received it and had not had time to tell her.

"Don't be afraid, honey. I'm here. You don't have to fear anyone." Zhang Yang gently patted the small hand resting on his arm. Her skin was smooth and soft as a baby's.

"Don't be afraid? You'll be scared shitless in a moment! Hahaha... Cheng Dongxue, come over here now, and when I have the time, I might still favor you."

Smack!

A solid slap cracked across Yang Qintian's cheek. Five bright-red finger marks appeared at once.

Zhang Yang had struck before anyone could react.

"You think you're an emperor, choosing whichever woman you please? That's my call, not yours."

Zhang Yang's rebuke sent flecks of spit onto Yang Qintian's face.

Trembling with rage, Yang Qintian clutched his cheek and pointed at Cheng Dongxue. "Remember this, Cheng Dongxue. You're finished. I'll have you fired!"

"Remember this: try anything, and I'll make sure you're fired first," Zhang Yang warned him.

"Quick! Throw him out of Elegant Residence! Keep the woman here!" Yang Qintian shouted, urging the heavily made-up waitress to drive Zhang Yang away.

Under the pressure, the waitress made up her mind: Zhang Yang's Supreme VIP Card was fake.

"Get your manager out here. He knows what this Supreme VIP Card means." Zhang Yang remained calm. The facts would speak for themselves, and he was certain they were on his side.

"No need. There's no way you have Supreme VIP Card number one. Don't think calling someone over will scare us." The heavily made-up waitress remained on Yang Qintian's side, as did nearly all the other waiters.

The woman in her thirties who had treated Zhang Yang politely earlier slipped away. She was not entirely convinced that he could possess Lin Cheng's Supreme VIP Card, but she believed in one of Elegant Residence's principles: anyone who came through the door was a guest. Besides, the bill had not even come. They could not throw him out.

Zhang Yang had spoken, but the waiters still showed no sign of backing down. He sneered. If Elegant Residence kept treating customers this way, it would not be long before it closed for good.

"Please leave," the heavily made-up waitress said again.

"That's right. Curl up in a ball and roll out of here. Stop making a fool of yourself." Yang Qintian held his swollen cheek. It burned and throbbed.