A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1909

After saying that, Ye Fan walked away.

Noa was left there on her own, stunned and red-eyed.

This was the first time she cared for someone so deeply and she had never imagined that it would end this way.

She watched the slim figure disappear in the distance and bit her lips with her pearly white teeth. Tearfully, she shouted towards the direction in which he was going.

"You jerk! It's better you go ahead and get yourself killed. I don't care anymore. When my uncle kills you with his fists, I shall celebrate joyfully!"

Noa's pitiful cries could be heard far away.

Many passers-by looked at this lovely and pretty young girl with pity and sympathy in their eyes.

Some even came to console her.

However, the man that she longed for did not turn back.

Her teardrops fell like rain for she had never before in her life felt so hurt.

Her heart felt like it was broken into a thousand pieces on the floor, just like her tears.

Yet, the question remained why she was so sad.

As a matter of fact, she ought to be glad.

That man who had humiliated her was about to die.

Someone was about to avenge her for all that she had suffered for the past few days.

Why, then, did she feel so bad?

"Miss, miss..."

As Noa squatted on the ground, weeping, from the crowd behind her, came a few people.

"Ms. Noa, is this really you? We shall inform the head of the family that you are here. You have no idea how worried our master is when you went missing for the past few days. He was searching for you all over India. We never imagined that you would come to attend the wedding of His Royal Highness."

These people seemed to be working for Noa's family.

After recognizing Noa, they were emotional and overjoyed.

A few remained with Noa while others went back to report to her father.

"Noa dear..."

After a few short moments, the other men came back hurriedly, bringing a burly and dignified middle-aged man wearing a neat suit.

"Dad."

Seeing her father, Noa immediately rushed into his arms and burst into tears.

"Boohoo..."

Heartbroken, the man patted his daughter's shoulder while comforting her. "It's all right. You are safe, now. Tell me who abducted you. Where is he now? I'll send guards to smash him into smithereens." However, Noa just kept shaking her head, her pretty face full of tears. "Dad, I don't want him dead. I want him to live a happy life with me."

The man was stunned. "A-Are you are in love with him?"

After leaving Noa, Ye Fan followed the crowd, heading deeper into the Island of the King of India.

Surprise was all that he felt about Noa's words.

That little rascal is too full of herself. Even now, she dares to command me. If it is someone else, she would have been killed after she was no longer useful. However, Ye Fan had let her live.

That rascal is not a bad person, she's too selfish and too arrogant, that's all. She is like a child who has been pampered and spoilt rotten. Hopefully, after this lesson, she will exercise some self-control. She had to know that not everyone in this world was like her father who would pamper her and let her have her way.

That reminded Ye Fan of the Qiu Mufan who always tagged along with Qiu Mucheng.

Ye Fan was not sure if Mucheng knew how to educate children.

After all, in his eyes, Mucheng was barely more than a grown-up kid.

It was hard to imagine that she was already a Mom.

Nonetheless, Ye Fan was still unsure if the child was his offspring.

He had already decided that during his next trip to Jiangbei, if he had the opportunity, he would take Qiu Mufan fora test.

If the child was really his, then the child's mother must be Mucheng.

As these thoughts came to him, in his mind, her beautiful image appeared, full of grandeur and grace.

"Sir, please show your letter of invitation."

Following the crowd, Ye Fan had quickly reached the extension part on the Island of the King of India.

There stood a luxurious palatial building.

The building was made of pure white marble and looked like a holy church.

The stairs stretched for thousands of meters as if they led to the sky.

The flaming red carpet reached right to the end.

Festive flowers decorated both sides of the stairway.

At the entrance, were a large number of staff to make sure everything went smoothly.

At this point, a staff member stopped Ye Fan and asked to see his invitation letter.

He shook his head to indicate that he did not have one.

"We are sorry. Without an invitation letter, you are not allowed to enter."

The man was expressionless, wearing a white wrap skirt and a long shirt, which was the traditional dress of India.

It was certainly not this that attracted Ye Fan's attention.

Rather, it was the man's strong fiery aura that could not be ignored.

The aura of this level and strength was nearly comparable to one in the realm of a Grandmaster.

Someone with this level of power would easily qualify as a middle-level leader in the Chu Sect.

Yet, here, he was only guarding the entrance.

Ye Fan deduced that today's wedding was not as simple as it appeared.

"Sir, please leave because you are blocking the way for the other guests."

Seeing Ye Fan not making a move, the gatekeeper made a polite gesture again, signaling that he should leave.

Ye Fan chuckled softly. "What if I insist on entering?"

"Sir, that would be courting death." The gatekeeper's tone was still calm, but the sternness and chill in his words were particularly clear.

At this critical moment whence a showdown seemed inevitable, a startled voice came from nearby.

"Darn it, Mister, what a coincidence! You're here to attend the King of India's wedding ceremony too? We seem to bump into each other very often!

"By the way, you were so cool the other day! You defeated a group of guards with your own two hands! Now I know, everyone in China knows martial arts! Just like Bruce Lee in his movies!" Ye Fan was too stunned to reply.

Even without looking at the person, from the way he babbled away nonstop, it had to be Kieran who met Ye Fan once, some time ago.

After a brief exchange, Kieran realized that Ye Fan was stopped from entering the premises because he did not have an invitation letter.

"Don't worry, Mister. Give me a moment to solve this problem for you!" Kieran told Ye Fan before turning around to leave.

After a few minutes, Kieran turned up again and passed an invitation letter to Ye Fan.

Then, both of them passed through the security check and entered the castle.

"Thanks, Kieran," Ye Fan said.

"It's okay. Don't mention it. Anyway, I got it from my sister. You've met Winnie, before. She looks very strict but she does dote on me. Come on, I'll take you to see her."

As Kieran spoke, he led Ye Fan to meet his sister.

In a short while, they came upon a mature-looking blonde woman with beautiful eyes.

"Ye Fan, this is my sister, Winnie." Kieran introduced them to each other.

Ye Fan smiled at her.

However, Winnie looked at him a little suspiciously. "Why are you here if you did not receive an invitation?"

Ye Fan smiled as he replied, "I wanted to experience something new."

"What is your family background? Of China's rich and powerful, I only know about the Mo family from Zhonghai. Are you a member of this family?" Winnie continued to speak.

Ye Fan shook his head. "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I come from a common family. My mother was from a remote village somewhere in Jiangdong. Our ancestors were common farmers for several generations. I'm not from a privileged background."

"Is that right? Coming from a remote village, how can your martial arts skills be so advanced?" Kieran was surprised.

"We are a poor family, our homes are barely furnished. We have to be able-bodied to provide for our families," Ye Fan replied almost jokingly.

After knowing about Ye Fan's background, Winnie was not so wary of him anymore.

However, she became a little contemptuous.

"Since you are not from some privileged background, behave yourself when you enter the premises. I know that you have some knowledge about martial arts. Nevertheless, you must know that all the guests today are highly skilled. With your martial arts ability, you might scare some ordinary folk, but in today's situation, you are no big deal. Mark my words. If you create trouble here, even the gods cannot help you.'