The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official
Chapter 66: Brother-in-law Wants You to Be the Queen

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Brother-in-law Wants You to Be the Queen

"Jiang Yuting, wipe that smirk off your face. A regular booth here only runs up a tab of over ten thousand. What’s so great about that? People who don’t know any better might think you’ve got yourself a throne!"

Li Huifang immediately stood up to retort.

"Yeah, right, we’re just sitting in a booth that costs over ten grand, something you’ve never even experienced. Why don’t you let this gentleman here get you a booth, so you can taste what it feels like?"

Jiang Yuting sneered with her arms folded triumphantly as her classmates looked on with admiration. These words instantly reddened Li Huifang’s face with embarrassment.

"Booths? What’s the big deal about booths? If I’m going to sit, it’s going to be on a throne."

Li Huifang bellowed, her face flushing with anger.

"Take a good look in the mirror; a country bumpkin like you is just blowing hot air. Even if you were smashed to pieces, you wouldn’t be sitting on any throne. Less bragging here, please."

Jiang Yuting laughed contemptuously, her mockery echoed by a chorus of boos from the crowd. For a moment, Li Huifang was so choked up by anger that she couldn’t speak, and it was then that Lin Fan, who had been sitting quietly, stood up and wrapped his arm around Li Huifang’s waist.

"A throne is no big deal. Tonight, she’s here to play at the throne booth."

"Wow, wow, wow, old chap, how much fake alcohol did you drink to be spouting such nonsense? The throne booth has a minimum charge of eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight. Have you even weighed your own worth? Are you worthy?"

Huang Mao, with his dyed yellow hair, spoke disdainfully, looking at Lin Fan: "I advise you not to talk big in this place, or you won’t even know how you died."

"Oh, so you’re saying you’re a big deal here?"

Lin Fan looked intently at his face, asking word by word.

"I wouldn’t say I’m a big deal, but teaching you a lesson would only take me a minute. Apologize to my girlfriend right now or don’t blame me if I lose my temper."

Huang Mao, with his arms crossed, glared at Lin Fan, intimidating Li Huifang who hurried to intervene, "Brother-in-law, let it go. After this guy came in, it seems a lot of the wait staff know him. He must be well established here, let’s just leave."

"What’s the rush? Didn’t I tell you, I’m taking you to the throne booth."

Lin Fan chuckled and gave her waist a playful squeeze, "Tonight, you’re going to be the most dazzling queen."

"Queen? I think you mean a mad goddess, a country bumpkin like her..."

Jiang Yuting, hanging onto Huang Mao, laughed uproariously; however, before she could finish, a cocktail was hurled directly into her face.

"Ah!"

The shock made Jiang Yuting shudder, looking at Lin Fan in astonished anger, "You... you dare to splash me!"

"I’ll give you one piece of advice, speak with a bit of respect or next time it won’t just be a drink."

Lin Fan held the glass firmly, the memory of his college days flooding back. He had studied tirelessly and had been active in clubs, but the insult "country bumpkin" had never left him, that shadow-like hatred made him see his past self in Li Huifang.

"You... you dare to mess with my woman, have you got a death wish? Believe it or not, my brothers could destroy you!"

Huang Mao, taken aback that Lin Fan would dare to make a move, was fiercely rolling up his sleeves in anger.

"Then you’d better hurry up because I’m afraid you won’t have enough time to deal with me."

Lin Fan’s face darkened, and for a moment, he saw Li Chuanchun’s face in Huang Mao’s.

"You... you..."

Huang Mao couldn’t believe Lin Fan would defy him so boldly, his hand reached for a beer bottle on a nearby table, looking as if he was ready to fight for his life. But just then, several security guards rushed over and pinned Huang Mao to the ground with no questions asked.

"Hey... what are you doing... they started it... you’ve got the wrong person!"

Jiang Yuting watched the fierce-looking security guards, stomping her feet in frustration, and at that moment, a middle-aged man in his forties, looking sharp in a suit and glasses, quickly walked over. He didn’t even glance at Huang Mao on the floor but looked at Lin Fan with utmost respect: "Mr. Lin... I’m the manager of the bar. I just received... your reservation call. The throne booth is ready for you whenever."

"Mhm!"

Lin Fan nodded with a smile, acknowledging the respect. Then, he turned to Li Huifang, who was looking at him in disbelief, "Let’s go. Tonight, you’re the queen here, the throne booth is prepared."

"Oh... oh..."

The sudden turn of events stupefied Wang Huifang, almost carried by Lin Fan’s half embrace towards the central platform. As cold fireworks rose around her and she took her seat on the high stage, she looked down on the envious gazes around, still unable to believe this was happening.

"Let’s welcome the esteemed guests of the throne booth..."

As they took their seats, dozens of waitstaff with trays of cold fireworks, drinks, and beer marched up in an impressive display, while the big screen in the center of the stage burst with fireworks.

"Thank you, throne booth guests, for lighting the Ace of Spades!"

"Thank you, throne booth guests, for lighting the Frozen Throne!"

"Thank you, throne booth guests, for lighting up the whole dance floor!"