Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 959: Chapter 959: Pushing Things Too Far

"Uncle, you’re going too far!" Zhuo Lin, humiliated in public, couldn’t hold back his anger. Though he was down and out, he never lacked dignity.

"Zhuo Lin, I don’t understand what you mean. How did I bully you? If I *were* bullying you, it would be like this—Manager, get your manager over here!" Zhuo Tang was determined to teach Zhuo Lin a lesson. He wouldn’t be content until he crushed him completely.

The nearby acquaintances, evidently siding with Zhuo Tang, immediately shot malicious glances at Zhuo Lin.

"Nephew, if you don’t leave now, it might be too late to leave!"

He Weng chuckled, "Excuse me, but why should we leave? We’re eating here properly and legitimately. Why should we leave? Who dares to chase us away? I refuse to believe that spending money should lead to this kind of trouble!" He spent much of his life bedridden and had never seen such bullying before. Right now, he truly couldn’t believe he couldn’t eat a meal in peace.

This world is becoming surreal.

One by one, everyone seems to be turning into monsters.

Does having money make people so superior?

He’s wealthy too, but he never acts this arrogant.

Someone whispered to He Weng that his wealth wasn’t substantial enough.

The people before him were the real moneyed elite.

Zhuo Tang laughed heartily and patted He Weng’s shoulder cordially. "Young man, you truly earn my admiration! Isn’t there a saying that money makes the world go round? This meal isn’t something you can eat just because you want to. Let me teach you the meaning of arrogance! And also show my dear nephew the true definition of bullying."

The manager greeted Zhuo Tang deferentially. As someone who had permanently reserved their top-floor presidential suite, Zhuo Tang was undoubtedly considered a VIP.

The eldest son of the Zhuo Family, the current head of the household—wasn’t the future of the Zhuo Corporation entirely in this man’s hands?

"Mr. Zhuo, what can I do for you? If there’s anything unsatisfactory, we’re happy to improve upon it."

Zhuo Tang’s family ranked among the top thirty wealthy households on Hong Kong Island. Such assets were akin to net worth; business people naturally wouldn’t offend moneyed individuals.

Groveling was no issue—in the end, they were just employees; they wouldn’t dare provoke these wealthy patrons.

"Here’s the thing—I’d like to book the entire restaurant for a meal with some friends. What’s the price?"

At these words, the manager’s face turned pale. Book the whole restaurant? This was a five-star hotel.

An afternoon’s revenue for the entire restaurant was likely over several hundred thousand. noveldrama

And this man wanted to book it entirely!

Looking around the restaurant, there were currently only three tables occupied.

He hesitated before saying, "Mr. Zhuo, there are guests dining here already. We’re in the business of serving customers; chasing people out is against the rules. How about I offer you a private dining room instead, ensuring absolute tranquility? And we’ll give you a fifty percent discount on today’s meal—how does that sound?"

Deep down, he cursed under his breath, knowing full well what was going on.

Zhuo Lin was sitting upright before them. These power struggles within wealthy families were a mess too complex to untangle.

But the manager knew—Zhuo Tang was here to deal with Zhuo Lin.

He didn’t want to offend either party. Zhuo Lin didn’t have a strong backing anymore. He was just the discarded son of the Zhuo Family, someone splashed across gossip magazines—a parentless orphan without the means to stage a comeback.

This kind of family business that made people green with envy—who knew how many skeletons were hiding in the closet?

He wouldn’t meddle in affairs like this.

Their company had strict rules: anyone daring to act unethically would never find work in the industry again.

So he wasn’t about to give in, yet he was already being incredibly accommodating to Zhuo Tang.

Zhuo Tang’s face darkened in displeasure.

The head of the Zhuo Family being treated with such disregard? With three friends at his side—including his good-for-nothing nephew—this was humiliating.

He frowned deeply.

"Name your price; I’m willing to negotiate! Check with the guests—tell them I’ll compensate them double their meal costs if they can give us some leeway!"

This was a challenge.

He was determined to prove that money could indeed solve anything.

Watching Zhuo Tang’s insufferable posturing, He Weng sneered inwardly.

All of this just to target them? Zhuo Lin wasn’t even an actual threat—it wasn’t worth the trouble. Yet Zhuo Tang insisted; his petty nature was glaringly obvious.

The manager nodded at this suggestion. "Let me give it a try!"

This was his cue to act tactfully.

If someone had money burning a hole in their pocket, surely there’d be others happy to take advantage.

The manager negotiated with the other two tables, and sure enough, the diners easily agreed to leave after receiving double their bill.

Who wouldn’t want to benefit when someone foolishly throws money around?

Besides, some guests had nearly finished eating anyway.

Leaving with a full belly and extra money—they smiled knowingly at Zhuo Tang, beaming as they walked out.

Zhuo Tang turned his gaze to He Weng’s table.

It might’ve started as a way of targeting Zhuo Lin, but now it was also about He Weng. Zhuo Tang couldn’t stand his composed demeanor, as though he were so righteous and honorable. He was desperate to reveal He Weng’s "true" face—just to toy with people’s pride.

Seeing He Weng bowing to money’s power, lowering himself—that would be the true satisfaction Zhuo Tang sought.

In his eyes, any problem solvable with money wasn’t really a problem.

Zhuo Tang was likely mentally twisted.

The manager glanced at Zhuo Lin, then approached He Weng. This was tact, carefully avoiding unnecessary humiliation while sidestepping conflict altogether.

From the bottom of his heart, He Weng couldn’t help but commend the manager. Skilled in diplomacy, shrewd yet pragmatic, maintaining open paths for future dealings—this man was indeed a talent.

So adept at adapting to circumstances.

"Sir, Mr. Zhuo graciously wishes to compensate you double your meal cost. Might I ask your party to move to another table and give these gentlemen the space they desire? We sincerely apologize for today’s inconvenience. How about this—we invite the three of you to visit the snack-street on the ninth floor, and all expenses will be on us. It’s our way of making amends.

We all need to make room for one another when we’re out and about; showing consideration for others is showing consideration for ourselves."

The manager’s tone was impeccable, devoid of any condescension.

Zhuo Lin seethed with rage. Being pushed around like this—it was self-inflicted misfortune.

If he hadn’t stubbornly resisted earlier, he might’ve spared his friends this humiliation.

Yu Feixue glanced at He Weng, and as their eyes met, there seemed to be an unspoken understanding between them.

Yu Feixue slammed the table dramatically.

"What kind of nonsense is this? Is this the service standard of your five-star hotel? I’m filing a complaint! I refuse to believe throwing money around is the solution! If you’re not afraid, I’ll make some calls right now. My friends work at television stations, newspapers, and government offices. You might be able to bribe Hong Kong Island media, but can you also bribe the mainland’s coverage?"

With her defiant stance, she was undeniably intimidating.

Zhuo Tang’s eyes darkened.

So there was *this* card in play.

"Xiaoxue, don’t get upset. Manager, this incident is still negotiable. My friend’s frustration is simply due to a lack of respect. Ultimately, we’re all here to host Miss Yu for this meal—it’s regrettable to run into such trouble. As long as we can satisfy Miss Yu, the two of us have no objections!"

He Weng was quick-witted; Yu Feixue playing the strong hand was clearly the ideal strategy.