NOVEL NEXT Chapter 33 I Am Very Good at Fortune Telling
The four people at the adjacent table settled into their seats.
At this moment, He Lei spoke up to Wang Ye, "Sir, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"
"Wang Ye."
"Nice to meet you, Wang Ye. I am He Lei."
"Hello."
"Mr. Wang, may I ask where you are currently employed?" He Lei continued to inquire.
However, Fang Feifei, seeing He Lei go on like this, directly interrupted, "He Lei, quit the nonsense and order the food."
But He Lei just smiled slightly, "Feifei, I just want to get to know Mr. Wang and learn a bit about him. What's wrong with that?"
"He's a Taoist who has just come down from the mountain," Su Wanqing piped up, answering for Wang Ye.
"Ah? A Taoist! In this day and age, to think that there are still people who become Taoists!" A mocking expression quickly appeared on He Lei's face.
"He Lei, what do you mean by that? What's wrong with being a Taoist?" Fang Feifei asked, somewhat displeased.
"There's nothing wrong with Taoists; I didn't say anything!" He Lei said with an innocent expression.
The tension in the air grew thick, and Wang Ye could clearly sense that something was amiss.
"There's indeed nothing wrong with being a Taoist, but shouldn't Taoists stay quietly at their place of cultivation? Why come down from the mountain?" Su Wanqing commented in a tone neither salty nor bland.
If it weren't for Wang Ye coming down from the mountain, Su Wanqing wouldn't have the trouble of an arranged marriage. So, in her heart, she actually harbored some resentment towards Wang Ye. But it was not a very deep hatred.
"A Taoist comes down from the mountain, of course, to save the people who are suffering in dire straits," Fang Feifei responded, looking at Su Wanqing.
She knew that Su Wanqing was targeting Wang Ye. But Wang Ye's personality seemed such that he would not argue. So, in the end, he would only suffer a loss.
Knowing that she had no advantage in a confrontation with Fang Feifei, Su Wanqing chose not to argue with her.
"Then let's order. He Lei, what would you like to eat? I'll order for you," Su Wanqing deliberately said.
She had just overheard Fang Feifei telling Wang Ye that she would order whatever he wanted to eat.
"Sure, thank you, Wanqing," He Lei accepted.
Although he agreed, he still picked up the menu himself.
Then he asked Wang Ye in a sardonic tone, "Mr. Wang, l'antipasto, what would you like to have?"
Fang Feifei, hearing this, knew He Lei meant to make Wang Ye look foolish. He was using Italian to ask Wang Ye what he wanted to eat. But clearly, Wang Ye would not understand.
"He Lei, what are you showing off?" Fang Feifei's brow furrowed slightly.
"Oh, my apologies, Taoist Priest Wang might not understand. Let me explain, I was just asking what kind of appetizer Taoist Priest Wang would like," He Lei said with a smug expression, thinking he had humiliated Wang Ye.
Wang Ye was neither angry nor did he respond, simply giving He Lei a faint glance.
"Quit the nonsense, He Lei. I will help Wang Ye order what he wants to eat," Fang Feifei said disdainfully.
"What kind of man always relies on a woman to pick his dishes when he's out?" He Lei, while looking at the menu, commented.
He periodically pointed to the menu, discussing it with Su Wanqing.
Su Wanqing cooperated enthusiastically, discussing with He Lei.
Moreover, everything they said was in a foreign language.
However, both of their foreign language skills were actually not very good; they could only barely make themselves understood.
Wang Ye, witnessing how close He Lei was getting to Su Wanqing, suddenly felt some displeasure. After all, she was the one with whom he was betrothed, and even though there were no feelings involved, he couldn't just watch her getting so close to another man.
"La prima portata, per favore, give Palma a job," Wang Ye suddenly said to a foreign waitress standing nearby.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present was taken aback.
Because what Wang Ye had said was in impeccable Italian, ten times more standard than what He Lei had spoken.
"Sir, for your first course, would you like the chicken with Parmesan cheese? This dish is a famous one from our country and indeed not to be missed."
The waitress felt a close kinship with Wang Ye after hearing the standard language of her homeland spoken so fluently.
"Originale, per favore."
"Okay, sir, your Italian is just too perfect. You must have studied in our country, right?"
Wang Ye just smiled slightly without saying yes or no.
After a momentary stun, Fang Feifei's face broke into a smile.
To Fang Feifei, Wang Ye seemed like someone she had to get to know all over again. She believed that he was not as simple as he appeared. Being able to speak such pure foreign language, he must have received the best education.
However, the expressions on He Lei and Su Wanqing's faces were somewhat unpleasant.
They had intended to embarrass Wang Ye, but instead, Wang Ye's performance made a massive fool out of them.
"Wang Ye, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you just now. I didn't expect you to know a foreign language!" Fang Feifei deliberately apologized to Wang Ye.
But her words were actually meant for He Lei to hear.
He Lei, with a livid face said in a harsh tone, "Taoist Master Wang, you really know how to hide your abilities!"
Wang Ye didn't respond to He Lei, just looked calmly at Su Wanqing.
What he had just done wasn't intended to slap He Lei in the face; it was meant for Su Wanqing to see.
However, Wang Ye wasn't about to tell Su Wanqing that directly. It was enough for her to understand in her heart.
Clearly, Wang Ye had achieved his goal. Now the way Su Wanqing looked at Wang Ye had changed. If she had shown utmost contempt earlier, now there was none of that disdainful attitude.
Seeing that Wang Ye was completely ignoring him, He Lei felt even more resentful. He knew he had to gain back his face.
Otherwise, wouldn't he lose all dignity in front of Su Wanqing and Fang Feifei, two great beauties?
Then He Lei changed the subject and said to Wang Ye, "Taoist Priest Wang, what kind of job would you like to do in the future? You can't always be telling fortunes on the streets, can you? Acting as a half-immortal?"
Wang Ye, feeling targeted by He Lei again, started to get a bit angry. His competitive spirit was stirred.
He replied, "I indeed know a bit about fortune-telling, but what I'm best at is medicine. If Mr. He needs help, I can offer it. Whether it's telling fortunes or treating illness, I can help."
"Heh, no need! My body's in excellent shape. As for fortune-telling, I don't believe in such deceitful stuff," He Lei said with disdain.
"Don't believe it? That's okay, belief makes it real, skepticism leaves you nothing. But I can tell you one thing, my predictions are very accurate," Wang Ye said calmly.
"Oh, is that so? Then I'd like to see for myself! If it's not accurate…" He Lei's mouth twisted into a sinister smile.
"If it's not accurate, what then?" Wang Ye asked.