A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1845

In the headquarters of Ivy Logistics, a young man sat calmly in the chairman's office with a cup of fragrant tea sat on the table in front of him.

A man in his fifties was kneeling in front of him with a frightened look. He did not dare to look into the latter's eyes, so he kept his head bowed. His body shivered when he sensed the young man's displeasure spiked.

Moments ago, the young man in front of him appeared outside his office window out of the blue.

His office was on the thirty-third floor. Thirty-third!

Despite the towering height, the young man was levitating outside his window and staring at him intensely like a ghost.

In the end, the young man pushed the window open and walked into his office casually, as though it was his home.

He did not need to say or do anything. Just one gesture from him had the chairman of Ivy Logistics dropping to his knees in fear.

Since then, the chairman did everything Ye Fan asked of him without any objection.

Soon, Li He arrived at Mr. Wei's office with Qiu Mucheng in tow.

"Mr. Wei, what happened? Why are you kneeling? Are your knees hurt again? Why did you ask me to bring her up here? I already have someone in a car waiting outside the building. We'll accomplish the task once we send her over to Mr. Meng's. With the Meng family supporting us, we won't have to worry about the company's business in the future," Li He uttered excitedly, walking through the door.

"Shut your mouth, you blathering idiot!"

Wei Qing almost peed his pants at Li He's blabber.

He internally cussed Li He for his lack of sense. Couldn't he see the young man sitting in front of me?

Simply ignoring the two men, Ye Fan got up. He crossed the room to carry the sleeping Qiu Mucheng into his arms.

It had been over two years since Ye Fan got to feel her so close to him. An unknown feeling stirred within

him.

He looked down at the woman in his arms and compared her with the previous lovely CEO of Mufan Group—she looked plainer now.

She was not dressed in branded clothing or adorned with luxurious jewelry. She did not even wear her make-up. Even so, her bare face was as beautiful as ever.

Such a natural beauty she is.

Looking at her sleeping face, Ye Fan reached out his hand, wanting to caress her cheek, but just when he was about to touch her, he halted his movement.

"D-Don't you worry, mister. Ms. Qiu is merely asleep. She'll wake up tomorrow morning. We didn't harm even a single hair on her head. She's still pure, as we didn't touch her yet, so you could take her back and enjoy her if you wish," Wei Qing quickly explained when he caught Ye Fan's hand stopping in midair.

Slap!

The minute those disgusting words came out of Wei Qing's mouth, Ye Fan instantly waved his sleeve, sending him flying backward. Wei Qing let out a pained yelp. Blood dripped down the corner of his mouth as his back hit the wall, sliding to the floor in a heap.

"T-This..."

Li He, who witnessed the entire scene from the side, was so stunned that he could not get a proper word out.

The whole scene was like a movie to him.

With just a wave of his sleeve, Ye Fan had managed to throw the hundred over pounds of Wei Qing against the wall without even touching him.

I-Is he even human?

Wei Qing pushed himself up to a kneeling position.

It finally clicked in his mind what he was dealing with at that moment-the young man in front of him was not an average person.

"How could you defile my Mucheng with your disgusting words?" Ye Fan said coldly. His chilling tone scared Wei Qing into a fit of apologies.

"Do you have more of the sedative you gave

Mucheng?" Ye Fan asked. "Pour it into a cup for me and get me a sack."

Without making a sound, Wei Qing immediately obeyed Ye Fan's instructions.

Soon, he brought both items to Ye Fan.

"Is the dose sufficient?" Ye Fan questioned after glimpsing at the cup in front of him.

"I-It's enough for Ms. Qiu to sleep for another two days." Li He replied, thinking Ye Fan had requested it for Qiu Mucheng.

After all, it would make things a lot easier with her asleep.

However, Li He had not expected Ye Fan to order him to get into the sack.

With a cup in his outstretched hand, Ye Fan ordered, "Drink it."

"M-Mister, I-I..."

Li He had already folded his entire body into the sack, leaving only his head outside.

Tears were flowing down his cheeks at Ye Fan's words.

He begged cautiously, "C-Can I not drink it?"

Ye Fan shot a death glare at him, and the latter felt the room temperature fall to freezing.

"Stop talking! Do as he asks! Drink it! It's not even poison."

Wei Qing was good at reading the room. Noticing Ye Fan's dark expression, he rushed to Ye Fan and grabbed the cup, forcing the content down Li He's throat. After a few minutes, Li He began to lose consciousness, and then he blacked out.

"Is the car still waiting downstairs? Tie the sack well and put him in. I'll be watching you from here, so don't say unnecessary things," Ye Fan threatened coldly. Wei Qing understood what Ye Fan was trying to do, yet he did not have a choice but to obey.

At the entrance, two burly men were smoking and chatting as they leaned against the car.

"Huh?" "Mr. Wei, why did you come down here personally? Didn't you say Mr. Li would be the one coming down?" one of the burly men asked.

With a darkened look, Wei Qing snapped, "Don't ask. Just do as I tell you. Hurry up and help me get this in," he replied in a low voice.

With that, he set the sack on the ground with a huff and wiped the sweat that dotted his forehead.

"Sure thing!"

"Mr. Wei, is this the woman Mr. Meng requested for?"

"Damn! She's a heavy one."

"She must be a curvy girl."

The two burly men chuckled obscenely as they carried the sack off the ground.

"Stop talking and send it over quickly!" Wei Qing urged with a dark look.

He glanced upward repeatedly as he gave the order, trying to see if Ye Fan was watching him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wei. We'll get our task done." "We'll send the girl to Mr. Meng's bed without touching anything."

The men pounded their chests before entering the car and pulling out of the building.

Seeing the car disappear, Wei Qing felt a cloud of gloom hover over him.

"I'm afraid you'll have to suffer tonight, my friend."

Meanwhile, Fan Junior waited at the gates of the kindergarten as usual.

However, this time, his teacher was much more courteous toward him.

"Fan Junior, you'll be rich soon. Mr. Meng has his sight set on your mom! This is Mr. Meng we're talking about. He's the prince of Jiangbei. He will take over his father's empire and ascend to be the king of Jiangbei. You'll, in turn, be the prince of Jiangbei then. I'm envious that your mom gets to marry a wealthy man. It's every girl's dream. Don't you forget about me when you're rich."

The teacher had met Qiu Mucheng before, so when she saw the poster on her way to work, she recognized the woman on the poster as Fan Junior's mother.

"My mom doesn't like him, so she's not marrying him!" Fan Junior replied somberly at his teacher's remark.

"No way! Your mom isn't willing to marry him?" The teacher was surprised.

"Fan Junior!" called a young woman dressed like an average white-collar from across the street. She walked toward Fan Junior in her four-inch heels with her purse in hand. "Who are you?" Fan Junior's teacher was puzzled since she had never met the woman before.

"Hi, I'm Fan Junior's mother's best friend and excolleague. Mucheng went to search for a house today, so she asked me to fetch Fan Junior on her behalf."

"Fan Junior, did you miss me?" Liu Yubing ruffled Fan Junior's head with a wide smile. Then she bent down and attached her lips to his cheek.

Fan Junior's cheeks heated at the intimate gesture.