Upon hearing the explanation of Cappuccino, all the guests upstairs turned their gaze towards the staircase.

The speaker was a young man, wearing somewhat tattered clothes, yet he had an extraordinarily handsome face with a faint smile that was intriguing and charming amidst the eccentricity.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he walked directly toward the woman and sat down across from her, taking the cooled Cappuccino from her hands with a smile:

"Miss, Cappuccino represents waiting, represents hope! But, a cooled Cappuccino is poison, ready to send you to the hospital at any moment!"

Ye Feng's smile was warm and gentle, and if not for his tattered clothes, he would have appeared every bit the perfect gentleman, instantly capturing the attention of all the females present in the cafe.

Upon hearing this, Shu Yuehua, her pretty face streaked with tear marks, showed a charming smile as if her awaited Cappuccino had finally arrived, sparing her from further bitter waiting.

Observing the well-coordinated interaction between the two, the middle-aged man beside them had a darkened expression that almost dripped with gloom.

"Young man, don't you know the order of arrival? I spoke to this lady first, you can leave now!"

The middle-aged man thought Ye Feng was hitting on the woman he fancied, and a surge of anger bubbled up inside him, his words tainted with hostility.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's expression turned slightly odd, and glancing at the latte on the table, he said with a smile:

"This lady is drinking Cappuccino, waiting for the right person! You and your latte, clearly, are not it!"

Ye Feng shrugged, seemingly feeling pity for the middle-aged man.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's anger grew even more towering, his resentment towards Ye Feng intensifying.

The seat he hadn't managed to take was taken by this guy!

The woman he hadn't managed to woo was wooed by this guy!

At this moment, the middle-aged man wish he could strangle Ye Feng alive!

"I'll count to three, and you had better scram, don't interfere with my conversation with this lady!" the middle-aged man said menacingly, fueled by raging anger.

Ye Feng's expression grew even more peculiar, but he maintained a gentle smile and responded, "Go ahead, I'm all ears!"

"One!" Seeing that the guy wasn't getting the hint, the middle-aged man started to count with an icy expression.

"Two!"

As he counted to two and saw that Ye Feng showed no intention of getting up to leave, the middle-aged man's expression turned even uglier:

"Three!!!"

As soon as he uttered three, his fist swung out, furiously aiming at Ye Feng.

Bang...

However, just as the punch was thrown, a cup of hot coffee was splashed onto the middle-aged man's face, followed by the cup smashing harshly onto his head, exploding with a crisp sound.

Ah...

The middle-aged man jumped up, scalded by the hot coffee, and the cup instantly cracked his head open, with bright red blood flowing profusely down.

"You... you dare hit me?"

The middle-aged man clutched his head, feeling dizzy, especially from the scalding coffee, practically driving him mad, his face incredulous as he stared at Ye Feng.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Ye Feng, with a face of helplessness, picked up the cooled Cappuccino and once again fiercely smashed it onto the middle-aged man's head.

Bang!

This smash immediately knocked the middle-aged man to the ground, cracking his head open, with blood copiously flowing out.

"My woman, you dare hit on her! I hit you, so what!"

Ye Feng stared directly at the middle-aged man, his words extremely domineering.

Upon hearing this, the crowd finally realized that the woman had been waiting all this time for this young man.

Not only had the middle-aged man hit on this young man's woman, but he also had the audacity to ask him to leave, his beating was well-deserved!

At that moment, all eyes turned to the middle-aged man, filled with mockery, seemingly laughing at his disgrace.

The middle-aged man's face turned livid, and he stood up angrily, "Fine! You're very good!"

Giving Ye Feng a venomous glance, the middle-aged man, clutching his head, intended to leave the place.

However, Ye Feng wasn't going to let him leave so easily. Smiling broadly, he said:

"You just spouted a bunch of nonsense, and now you want to walk away just like that?"

"What else do you want!" The middle-aged man, face full of rage, was clearly furious.

"Pay up! Aren't the items in this café bought with money? Your head broke two of the café's cups and you even washed your head in my wife Cappuccino's coffee. You think you can leave without paying?"

Ye Feng's eyes widened, and he shouted sternly at the man.

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man felt so frustrated he wanted to spit blood!

The cups were broken by me?

Cappuccino used to wash my hair?

Can you be any more shameless?

At this moment, not only the middle-aged man, but also everyone else on the third floor wore strange expressions, not expecting Ye Feng, who appeared gentle, to be so uncivilized and aggressive, arguing illogically.

"Fine! I'll pay!"

The middle-aged man knew that if he continued to quibble, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage. Gritting his teeth and giving Ye Feng a hateful look, he then took out three hundred yuan from his wallet, placed it on the table, and intended to leave.

"Not enough!"

However, at that moment, Ye Feng's indifferent voice rang out again.

"Bullshit! A cappuccino costs less than thirty yuan, plus two cups, how is that not enough?" The middle-aged man, shaking all over with anger, glared at Ye Feng and asked.

"The two cups aren't valuable, but that cup of cappuccino, it was my wife's waiting, her hope! You think you can buy her hope with three hundred yuan, you believe I won't beat you up!" Ye Feng glared with wide eyes, shouting at the man.

Hearing this, people inside the café all shook their heads in dismay. This jerk was too shameless, painting black as white, it was outright extortion!

"How much do you want?"

The middle-aged man was fuming, but still had to suppress his anger, knowing Ye Feng was an unreasonable scoundrel!

"Put down 4700 yuan, and you can leave!" Ye Feng said indifferently.

Hearing this, as the middle-aged man opened his wallet and counted, fuck! Exactly 4700!

"You're ruthless!" The middle-aged man could no longer bother about quibbling any further as this amount of money was nothing much in his eyes.

However, after leaving, he had to vent this frustration!

Thereupon, he put all 4700 yuan from his wallet on the table and turned around bitterly to descend the stairs.

Picking up the money and patting it in his hand, Ye Feng then waved to a waiter.

"Hello, sir! Thank you for helping our café recover its losses!" The waiter, smiling broadly, knew Ye Feng was compensating the café.

"No need to be polite! We help each other out, don't we!"

Ye Feng smiled, extremely pleased with the waiter's respectful attitude, and then pulled out a hundred yuan bill and handed it to the waiter.

"This is for your compensation, and consider anything extra as a tip!"

Ye Feng, generous to a fault, rarely tipped, and now he happily pocketed the remaining 4600 yuan in his pocket.

But the waiter's smile immediately stiffened, and his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

Fuck! Our cups are high quality, costing seventy yuan each, two for 140!

You give me just a hundred yuan, mentioning tips? Tip your damn self!

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