Although Lan Mengchen said she would help Chen Xiaobei improve his image, she didn't actually do anything special.
She just had him get a clean, sharp new haircut and put on a stylish, well-fitted suit.
It has to be said that Lan Mengchen really has an eye for style.
These two small changes alone elevated Chen Xiaobei's overall temperament by more than one level.
Coupled with his "plastic surgery-level" handsome face and the healthy physique from his cultivation, he directly transformed into a super heartthrob on par with Korean oppas!
Once everything was done, the two drove to Lan Mengchen's home.
Qingteng City has North Mountain and South Lake.
Lan Mengchen's home is on the shores of South Lake, a standalone manor.
Compared to Murong Tian's North Mountain Manor, this place is larger, more luxurious and comfortable inside, and feels more like a home.
"Tsk tsk, you rich people really know how to enjoy life! Compared to this place, the villa I bought is just garbage! When I earn more money in the future, I'll build a manor like this too!"
Walking through the exquisitely laid-out front garden, Chen Xiaobei couldn't help but exclaim.
Hearing this, Lan Mengchen smiled and said: "Even if you bring Uncle and Aunt over, it will just be the three of you. What do you need such a big manor for?"
"That's true. To live in a manor like this, I'd need to marry at least six wives to avoid feeling lonely," Chen Xiaobei nodded seriously.
Lan Mengchen frowned slightly, feeling a twinge of jealousy. She pouted and said: "Why only six? Might as well marry seven—one for each day of the week!"
"That won't work. I need to rest on Sundays,"
Chen Xiaobei said solemnly: "As the saying goes, there's no field that gets plowed out, only oxen that get worked to death. I can't sacrifice myself on a woman's belly."
"You..."
Upon hearing this, Lan Mengchen almost face-planted, wanting to slap this shameless guy.
"What? Angry?" Chen Xiaobei grinned mischievously: "I was just joking. You're not jealous, are you?"
"Hmph! Don't flatter yourself! Why would I be jealous of you!" Lan Mengchen glared at Chen Xiaobei angrily.
"Miss, Xiaobei, you're here."
At that moment, Uncle Qin came out to greet them with a smile: "Hurry inside. Many guests have already arrived, and it's lively inside."
"Uncle Qin, you take him in first. I need to change clothes," Lan Mengchen pouted and turned to leave.
"Uh..."
Chen Xiaobei scratched his nose, regretting making that joke.
"Xiaobei, let's go in first." Uncle Qin smiled and led Chen Xiaobei inside.
They walked through the front yard and a long corridor, taking a full five minutes to reach the backyard.
There was a large garden there, adjacent to South Lake, with a wide view and beautiful scenery.
To celebrate Grandma's birthday, it had been arranged as a high-end cold meal party venue.
By this time, hundreds of guests had already arrived.
Judging from their clothes and temperament, these guests were either rich or noble—definitely no ordinary people!
In the past, Chen Xiaobei would have probably felt weak at the knees in such a occasion.
But times have changed.
His state of mind was as calm as still water, very composed.
Instead, the surrounding guests cast surprised glances at him, whispering among themselves.
"Who's that guy?"
"Don't know, but he must have a big background if Uncle Qin is personally leading him!"
"Right. I'll find a chance to get to know him later."
The men were speculating about Chen Xiaobei's identity.
While the women were admiring his appearance.
"That guy is so handsome! Great temperament and physique too! He's my type!"
"Tsk! How old are you? Still trying to hit on a young guy?"
"Wow! That big brother looks like a movie leading man!"
"..."
Women from forty to fourteen years old all had stars in their eyes, completely infatuated.
But at that moment, everyone's gaze suddenly shifted to another direction.
"Junfan! Wu Junfan is here!"
"Ah... He's still so handsome! Truly Qingteng's number one hunk!"
"Oh! My prince charming..."
For a moment, the women around became excited like they'd been injected with chicken blood.
"Hmm? Is there someone more handsome than me today?" Chen Xiaobei frowned and looked over.
A refined young man walked over, wearing a silver casual suit that exuded nobility.
This guy was indeed handsome—thick eyebrows, big eyes, red lips and white teeth. He could star in an idol drama without makeup.
Moreover, besides being handsome, he was a top-tier young master in Qingteng!
The Wu family was called Qingteng's third most powerful family, second only to the Lan and Wen families.
With Wu Junfan's good looks and wealth, it's no wonder the women were so excited.
"Uncle Qin, hello."
Wu Junfan walked over, nodded slightly in greeting, appearing well-mannered and graceful.
"Welcome, Young Master Wu," Uncle Qin seemed to like this young man too, smiling at him.
"Uncle Qin, who is this?" Wu Junfan's gaze naturally fell on Chen Xiaobei and asked.
"This is our young lady's friend, Chen Xiaobei," Uncle Qin introduced simply.
"Hello, I'm Wu Junfan. Nice to meet you." Wu Junfan took the initiative to extend his hand to Chen Xiaobei, full of grace.
"Hello."
Chen Xiaobei shook his hand politely, with a gentle and friendly grip.
From this detail, Chen Xiaobei could tell that Wu Junfan was different from those arrogant, unprincipled rich second-generations.
He seemed like a kind-hearted wealthy heir.
"Alright, you young people chat. I'll go greet some guests over there." After saying that, Uncle Qin left, seemingly trusting Wu Junfan to look after Chen Xiaobei.
"Is Young Master Chen really Mengchen's friend?"
Wu Junfan felt the question was inappropriate and added: "No offense intended, but I've never seen you in this circle before."
"I only became friends with Mengchen recently," Chen Xiaobei said.
"Oh, a new friend then." Wu Junfan smiled and asked again: "You're not from Qingteng City, are you, Young Master Chen?"
"I am from Qingteng City, but my family is in Chenjia Village on the outskirts," Chen Xiaobei said honestly.
"Well, that makes me feel relieved," Wu Junfan's smile became brighter.
"Relieved about what?" Chen Xiaobei was confused.
"To be honest, I've been pursuing Mengchen. I thought we might become love rivals, but it seems I was overthinking," Wu Junfan shrugged.
"I don't like the sound of that," Chen Xiaobei said unhappily: "Are you implying that farmers aren't qualified to be your love rivals?"
"It's not about qualification,"
Wu Junfan shook his head confidently: "In terms of looks, temperament, and family background, I'm better than you in every way. So I feel relieved."
"Hehe."
Chen Xiaobei was annoyed.
He was determined to take down this pretentious face today!