Chen Hao's face that night was as dark as storm clouds. He had been humiliated in front of half the university, and worst of all, Zhao Xue's stunned gaze kept replaying in his mind.
Damn it, Lin Feng! I'll make you regret this!
The next morning, Chen Hao summoned his lackeys at a private teahouse.
"Find out where that bastard got his Rolex. I don't care if he bought it cheap or borrowed it—expose him. I'll destroy his reputation and make sure he can never lift his head again!"
His followers nodded eagerly.
By noon, rumors spread like wildfire across campus:
"Did you hear? Lin Feng's Rolex is probably fake."
"Yeah, Chen Hao said he bought it from a shady seller online."
"Hah, I knew it. A poor boy can't afford the real deal."
When Lin Feng walked into class, whispers filled the room. Some students even pointed and laughed behind his back.
Chen Hao leaned against the wall with a smug grin, Zhao Xue standing beside him, her expression complicated.
"Lin Feng," Chen Hao sneered loudly, "show us the papers for your Rolex. If it's real, prove it. If not… admit you're just a fraud trying to save face."
The room went silent, all eyes on Lin Feng.
But Lin Feng didn't flinch. Instead, he slowly reached into his bag and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it—inside lay the official certificate of authenticity, stamped and signed by Rolex's international appraisal center.
Gasps filled the classroom.
"What!? It's real!?"
"No way—so Chen Hao was just lying!?"
"He really bought it for 30,000 and sold it for 120,000! That's insane…"
Chen Hao's grin shattered, his face paling as his own words turned into a joke.
Lin Feng's voice was calm but sharp as a blade.
"Chen Hao, I don't need to explain myself to you. But next time you want to question me, bring proof. Otherwise, you're just another barking dog."
The classroom erupted. Some laughed openly, others whispered, and Zhao Xue bit her lip, her eyes flickering with something she couldn't admit.
Chen Hao's fists trembled, his pride in tatters.
But Lin Feng didn't stop there. He pulled out his phone, casually tapping a few times before holding up the screen for everyone to see.
"Also, to clear any doubt—here's my bank notification from last night. Transaction completed. 120,000 yuan credited."
The sight of the balance sent another shockwave through the room.
"Holy crap!"
"He really made that money!"
"Chen Hao just got crushed!"
Chen Hao's face turned blood-red, his arrogance crumbling under the weight of Lin Feng's calm dominance.
Zhao Xue's heart pounded. Was I wrong? Did I… choose the wrong person?
Lin Feng, however, didn't even glance at her. He turned away, his voice cold:
"This is only the beginning."
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