"What are you laughing at?" Those guys and girls who regarded themselves as aristocrats saw Ye Xiao laughing heartily and immediately became very displeased.

Their purpose was undoubtedly to make a fool of Ye Xiao and to provoke him. But who could have expected that Ye Xiao would laugh more joyfully than anyone, as if he had encountered some great happy event.

"Why shouldn't I laugh?" Ye Xiao said with a smile, looking at these aristocratic offspring.

Actually, even Jiang Miaoke at this moment was curious, not knowing why Ye Xiao was so happy.

"Why do you laugh? What right do you have to laugh? You're just a gigolo relying on women." At this time, one of the guys laughed and shouted at Ye Xiao.

Right now, more than half of the restaurant's patrons were looking at Ye Xiao, clearly wanting to see how this man, despised by others, would get angry and how he would vent.

But they were disappointed.

Everyone was disappointed, because almost everyone thought that Ye Xiao would definitely lose his temper, but unexpectedly, Ye Xiao did not do so. Instead, he kept smiling and said, "Gigolo? Haha, you're overestimating me. Don't you know that being a gigolo is a profession that ordinary people find difficult to land? How many of you college students can play this role well? So if you say I'm a gigolo, then alright, I'm a gigolo. So what? In the end, does this have anything to do with you? Haha, I think you're just envious and resentful of me having dinner with a girl like Jiang Miaoke. I can understand that. So you're asking why I'm laughing, and I'll honestly tell you, that's the reason."

Ye Xiao's words weren't sharp; rather, they seemed like a joke. But after he finished speaking, those aristocrats who had been mocking him felt their faces burning.

All professions are equal; the difference lies in the person.

"Hmph, are you even worthy of our envy and resentment?"

"Of course, at least I'm spending my own money while you're squandering your parents' hard-earned wealth. Don't you find yourselves ridiculous?" Ye Xiao showed a cold sneer.

Ye Xiao's words were like sharp thorns stabbing into the hearts of these aristocrats, immediately turning their faces red with anger. The bystanders also gave Ye Xiao an amazed look; who could have thought that a gigolo would say such sensible words?

People naturally have prejudices against gigolos, but who ever pondered whether being a gigolo is something anyone can do? Clearly, it's not.

"Hmph, you're really making it sound reasonable to be a gigolo." Someone who couldn't come up with a reason but felt they shouldn't show weakness muttered this.

Ye Xiao laughed heartily, pointing at the man and saying, "You're absolutely right; being a gigolo truly has its reasons, and I'm doing it with a clear conscience. Ask yourself, is being a gigolo against the law? Obviously not. So why can't I be one?"

Ye Xiao spoke with great enthusiasm, with an air of pride in being a gigolo.

"I really couldn't see it; you're actually such a person, degrading yourself and acting as if being a gigolo is glorious." At this moment, a man walked over from the back of the crowd.

It was none other than Kang Xiaokai.

Kang Xiaokai hadn't come over with the other seven or eight people, but he had been observing from the shadows. So, seeing Ye Xiao speaking so fervently while his own people were speechless, he immediately came over to verbally humiliate Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao laughed heartily and then sat down, not even glancing at Kang Xiaokai.

He knew all this was Kang Xiaokai's setup, aimed at making him look foolish.

"Coco, what do you think of my complexion? I mean comparing among men." Ye Xiao suddenly smiled and looked at Jiang Miaoke, completely ignoring Kang Xiaokai.

"It's okay, I suppose, barely counts as fair," Jiang Miaoke, realizing Ye Xiao was being deliberate, cooperated by saying.

Ye Xiao laughed heartily and said, "As a gigolo with a fairly fair complexion, I'm very proud. Moreover, I like making friends. So today, no matter who is here, acquaintance or stranger, I'll cover the cost of the meal, however much it is. This money was all earned by me being a gigolo, so don't think of this money as ill-gotten. Haha, everyone enjoy your meal."

No one expected Ye Xiao to suddenly invite everyone to dine, deliberately stating the money was earned as a gigolo.

Kidding aside, though being a gigolo is lucrative, it can't be that extravagant. Though Youle Residence's meals aren't too expensive, adding it all up still costs tens of thousands. No matter how impulsive a gigolo, it's impossible to do such reckless things.

Unless this gigolo is a fool.

On second thought, no one who becomes a gigolo isn't savvy like a monkey. Naturally, there are no fools among them, and their money isn't easily earned. Enduring all kinds of humiliation from their patrons while still looking pleased; such people are very meticulous.

Therefore, almost everyone has concluded that Ye Xiao either is a crazy gigolo or he's a very wealthy person.

If he's wealthy, then naturally he can't be a gigolo.

Kang Xiaokai was also taken aback, after all, if Ye Xiao were truly a gigolo, why would he be so generous? If he then continued to insult Ye Xiao as a gigolo, it wouldn't be very appropriate. So now, he glared at Ye Xiao, his expression somewhat awkward.

"Kang Xiaokai, have you caused enough trouble?" Just then, Jiang Miaoke stood up timely, looked at Kang Xiaokai, and said, "First, let me clarify one point. I personally hate flies, yet you're this fly that pesters me constantly without reason. Do you know how much I despise it? Yet you persist. Now let me tell you my boyfriend is this man here, who you all call a gigolo. If you can outtalk or outfight him, then I'll take back what I just said. If not, then stop testing my patience, and don't test his either. My patience might just embarrass you, but he can make you lose your sense of pride."

Jiang Miaoke's words were strong and decisive, not giving anyone present the slightest bit of face. Moreover, she indicated to everyone there that Ye Xiao was not one to be bullied; be careful.

Yet someone chose not to acknowledge the fact.

Kang Xiaokai knew Ye Xiao wasn't ordinary, which is why he only dared to use words and didn't dare to take action. Nonetheless, his lack of action didn't mean someone else would refrain from acting.

"I really want to challenge his patience. So if I beat him down, will Jiang Miaoke change her choice to someone else, like Young Master Kang?" A guy with broad shoulders and a stocky build looked at Jiang Miaoke and said.

This guy Jiang Miaoke knew, named Wan Qiang, supposedly very strong and good at fighting, was one of Kang Xiaokai's loyal followers at Xuan University.

"Wan Qiang, you'd better not look for trouble, or you'll regret it," Jiang Miaoke glared at Wan Qiang, "I'm warning you; don't be deceived by appearances. I think everyone wants to have a peaceful meal."

Wan Qiang, relying on his muscular build, looked disdainfully at Jiang Miaoke and said, "Jiang Miaoke, are you implying that your boyfriend is really strong? Or are you afraid he'll be too embarrassed, so you're trying to scare us?"

"Since you're courting death, I can't help it," Jiang Miaoke sat directly on the chair.

At this moment, almost everyone turned their gaze to Ye Xiao, but who would have guessed that Ye Xiao picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs and stuffed it into his mouth, still in the mood to eat, looking like he was enjoying it.

Wan Qiang looked at Ye Xiao and said, "Kid, do you dare to duel with me?"

"Better not; after all, whoever gets hurt will lose face," Ye Xiao said with his head down, ignoring Wan Qiang.

In Ye Xiao's view, these spoiled heirs don't know their limits; they have no idea what the consequences of a real fight could be. So he simply smiled and continued to eat.

Clearly, it was all bought with money.

Seeing Ye Xiao speaking so casually, completely disregarding him, Wan Qiang felt humiliated.

"If you're a man, spar with me; if not, it shows you're a coward," Wan Qiang's words were quite sharp.

Indeed, Wan Qiang's words provoked Ye Xiao, who slowly raised his head, looked at Wan Qiang, and said, "You really want to fight me?"

"Just afraid you won't dare," Wan Qiang replied coldly.

"I'm not that brave, but I never engage in business without profit. So if you really want to fight, it's simple; put up fifty thousand dollars, and we'll make a bet. After all, who fights for free these days? Do you know how much of the sweet and sour ribs I consumed fighting you?"

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