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"Jiang Ye! You've gone too far!"

Gu Ziming suddenly stood up, trembling with anger, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

To have his food taken away and replaced with plain noodles in front of the dozen or so subordinates he had just taken over was more humiliating than being slapped a dozen times in public! Gu Ziming was a returned overseas elite, after all; when had he ever suffered such a disgrace?!

Shen Yinyin was so angry that she stomped her feet and pointed at Jiang Ye, cursing, "Jiang Ye, you bastard! You think you're so great just because you have a few stinking coins? You just wait!"

"The noodles will be here soon. Would you like to eat standing up or sitting down?" Jiang Ye didn't even glance at them. He cut a piece of Wagyu beef and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

"Let's go!"

Gu Ziming was too ashamed to stay any longer. He kicked the chair hard, ignoring his subordinates, and with a livid face, turned and strode out of the restaurant.

Seeing this, Shen Yinyin felt extremely embarrassed and covered her face, slinking away after Gu Ziming.

Watching the two men flee in a disheveled state, the department employees around the long table fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.

Only at this moment did everyone realize the truth.

The man sitting in the main seat, leisurely eating top-grade Wagyu beef, seemed like a completely different person.

He not only became rich, but more frighteningly, his aura completely changed.

Previously at the Shen Group, everyone thought Jiang Ye was a pushover, someone who could be easily bullied. But now it seems that Jiang Ye isn't without temper; he's just been suppressing it, generally not letting it out. Once he bares his fangs, his ruthless and merciless methods are truly chilling.

At this moment, Shen Qinghan, who had been standing to the side, found herself in an extremely awkward situation.

Looking at Jiang Ye's cold and unfamiliar face, she felt as if she were being pricked by thorns. Gu Ziming and Shen Yinyin were both gone; her staying here felt like a joke.

"Xinyu, let's go."

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth, reached out to grab Shen Xinyu's hand, wanting to take her daughter away from this suffocating place as soon as possible.

However, Shen Xinyu shook off Shen Qinghan's hand.

"I'm not leaving!"

Shen Xinyu stared intently at the tempting aromas of the top-quality delicacies on the table, especially the enormous French blue lobster and the glistening caviar; her mouth was practically watering.

Although she was only seven years old, she had been pampered in the Shen family since she was a child, and had never eaten anything good.

But she had never even seen the dishes on the table before, let alone eaten them.

"Mommy, I want to eat that big shrimp! And that shiny little ball!"

Shen Xinyu pointed at the dishes on the table and started to whine, her voice sharp and shrill: "Zimo's dad's gone, why aren't we eating? I want to eat! I want to eat!"

Shen Qinghan's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

She had just vowed to pay the bill for Jiang Ye and sever all ties with him, but now she couldn't even afford to pay the bill herself, while her daughter was still hanging around here wanting to eat the food that Jiang Ye had paid for!

This is practically rubbing her face hard against the ground!

"Xinyu! Be good! Let's go home to eat!"

Shen Qinghan lowered her voice, suppressing her anger, and reached out to pull Shen Xinyu again: "These things don't taste good. How about Mom takes you to eat your favorite pizza?"

"I don't want pizza! I want this!"

Shen Xinyu's temper flared up. She had been spoiled by Shen Qinghan and the old lady since she was a child, and she had to get whatever she wanted. Instead of leaving, she plopped down on the ground and started crying loudly.

"Wow—! I want to eat shrimp! Mommy's mean! I want to eat it!"

Shen Xinyu's crying and fussing sounded particularly jarring in the quiet Michelin-starred restaurant, drawing strange glances from the guests at the surrounding tables.

Shen Qinghan felt her face burning, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Looking at Jiang Ye, who was sitting in the main seat, slowly cutting his steak without even lifting his eyelids, her sense of humiliation and anger instantly reached its peak.

"Shen Xinyu! Get up!"

Shen Qinghan roared in exasperation, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped Shen Xinyu hard on the buttocks with a "smack".

"Wow--!"

Shen Xinyu was stunned by the blow, then cried even more heartbreakingly, rolling around on the ground.

"You hit me! I'm going to tell Great-Grandma! You're a bad mother!"

Seeing this scene, the department employees who had originally come to the dinner with Gu Ziming looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

"What... what's going on?"

"Why is Mr. Shen so angry? Wasn't this meal ordered by Xinyu's father? Why won't the child eat it?"

"Exactly! It's such a waste not to eat food that costs over 800,000 yuan. Besides, isn't Jiang Ye Xinyu's biological father? What's wrong with eating food bought by your own father?"

The employees whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with doubt and disapproval as they looked at Shen Qinghan. In their view, even if the couple had a fight, it wouldn't be enough to deny their child a meal, especially since the child's own father had paid an exorbitant price for it.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, coldly watching Shen Xinyu throw a tantrum on the ground, and Shen Qinghan, who was trembling with anger but helpless.

His eyes remained completely expressionless.

"Alright, stop making a fool of yourself here."

Jiang Ye put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said calmly, "Since she wants to eat, let her eat. I, Jiang Ye, am not so stingy as to not even give my daughter a meal."

As he spoke, Jiang Ye turned to the restaurant manager and said, "Manager, give her an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl."

"Yes, sir." The manager was overjoyed and quickly instructed the waiter to bring a set of children's tableware.

Left with no other choice, Shen Qinghan could only grit his teeth, endure the humiliation, and pull Shen Xinyu up from the ground, pressing her down into a chair.

"Eat up! Eat until you die!" Shen Qinghan glared fiercely at his daughter, then sat down next to her.

Shen Qinghan found the meal utterly unpalatable.

The table full of top-quality delicacies tasted as bitter as poison to her. Looking at Jiang Ye across from her, who was slow and deliberate, exuding an air of superiority in every gesture, the sense of disparity and imbalance in her heart was almost driving her crazy.

Shen Xinyu, however, was eating with her mouth full of oil, completely unaware of her mother's unusual behavior.

The meal ended in an extremely strange and oppressive atmosphere.

Jiang Ye put down his wine glass, took out his phone from his pocket, and tapped the screen a few times.

"Ding-dong."

Shen Qinghan's phone, which was on the table, rang.

She picked up her phone and saw a WeChat transfer notification.

Jiang Ye has transferred 5000.00 yuan to you.

Shen Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Ye with a bewildered expression: "What do you mean by this?"

"This is the child support payment for Xinyu this month."

Jiang Ye leaned back in his chair, his tone calm and even: "According to our divorce agreement, it's five thousand a month. I'm fulfilling my obligations. That's in the agreement."