Chapter 422: Ex and Current Heir PK

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

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That was Jiang Muye, the one currently being fawned over by everyone.

Jiang Muye looked lazily at Huo Zhenghao.

His lips curved upward. He just loved that feeling of Huo Zhenghao being ignored.

The sense of disparity that brought Huo Zhenghao delighted Jiang Muye to the core.

Jiang Muye and Huo Zhenghao's gazes met.

Faced with Jiang Muye, Huo Zhenghao raised his handsome chin slightly, his gaze somewhat cold and severe, cold light refracting from within those golden glasses.

In the face of Huo Zhenghao's hostility, Jiang Muye merely curved the corner of his mouth, completely unconcerned. He even disdainfully shifted his gaze away, then joined everyone for group photos.

Despite appearing not to care, Huo Zhenghao was completely incandescent with rage.

He had always coveted that position for himself. He was the one most deserving of attention, but Jiang Muye had effortlessly replaced him, just as he himself had been abandoned back then and become a discarded pawn.

The hand hanging by Huo Zhenghao’s side clenched secretly into a fist.

His eyes carried jealousy and hatred, almost as if he wanted to kill Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye was his nemesis. Whenever Jiang Muye appeared, all the glory and attention were snatched from him.

After the group photos, Jiang Muye was still surrounded by people.

But Jiang Muye wasn't very interested in all that bootlicking. He hadn't come to hear any of it.

His dark gaze fell on the man sitting at the central position not far away, and ripples rose in his eyes.

Huo Zhenghao was sitting in his seat, looking at his phone, when a shadow settled down beside him.

"Ding, ding."

It was the sound of a ballpoint pen being clicked in and out.

It tormented Huo Zhenghao's ear.

Huo Zhenghao had OCD. This was going to drive him insane.

What he hated most was this kind of shrill, grating noise.

"Who is it!" Huo Zhenghao raised his head with hostility and looked at the source of the noise, only to find that the youth before him had already plopped himself down beside him, completely at his leisure.

"Me." The youth looked directly at Huo Zhenghao.

He had absolutely no intention of restraining himself, still clicking the ballpoint pen without pause.

The translator's English: "Ding, ding." Instead, Jiang Muye clicked it even more frequently than before.

Jiang Muye looked at Huo Zhenghao with defiance.

Huo Zhenghao knew that Jiang Muye was doing it on purpose.

His fury was like a fist punching into cotton, deflating uselessly.

The current him was no match for Jiang Muye.

Behind Jiang Muye was not only the Chen Group, but also the Leng Group as his backer, not to mention that the Jiang Corporation that Jiang Muye had started was also coming on strong.

Huo Zhenghao forced himself to calm down and pushed at his glasses, when in the next instant a cold, severe face with a strange smile drew close.

It nearly frightened Huo Zhenghao out of his wits. "You…"

"First time meeting you. So this is what you look like. Completely different from what I imagined," Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow and said coolly. "Just as I thought."

His light, airy words made Huo Zhenghao feel utterly humiliated.

What Huo Zhenghao had always hated was being negated.

It was precisely because he'd suffered too many setbacks and rejections that he'd become conceited and highly sensitive.

Huo Zhenghao immediately pushed at his glasses and said, "You're nothing special either."

Jiang Muye burst out laughing. "I'm stronger than you in every way, no matter what aspect. But don't blame me for having no impression of you," he leaned in and said to Huo Zhenghao, "I've never had much memory for my losers anyway."

Huo Zhenghao's pupils instantly refracted sparks of fire.

What he hated most was being called a loser.

Especially losing to Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye still had this unshakable, emboldened attitude, which infuriated Huo Zhenghao even more.

"Who wins and who loses isn't certain yet." Huo Zhenghao glared fiercely at Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye nodded. "You're right about that. Optimism is good, after all. Without optimism, you'd have nothing left."

His hand came to rest on his jaw as he looked meaningfully at Huo Zhenghao. "Today is the Spotlight Contest, after all. Which bidding project caught your eye?"

Huo Zhenghao pressed his lips together and said nothing.

As a result, Jiang Muye let out a sigh. "What's there to hold back? I'll know in a bit anyway."

Huo Zhenghao's eyes were cold.

The corner of Jiang Muye's mouth hooked upward, exuding complete confidence, radiant as the moon, dazzling and brilliant—something a dark existence like Huo Zhenghao could scarcely even approach.

Huo Zhenghao's heart twisted. He avoided Jiang Muye at all costs and dreaded being compared to him even more, yet this time he could only be bound to Jiang Muye's side, even subjected to comparison.

Countless pairs of eyes circled around them.

There were even many people whispering and stealing glances their way, clearly discussing them.

Huo Zhenghao had no way of knowing what they were saying, which only made him overthink.

Was he weaker than Jiang Muye? Were people lifting one and stepping on the other?

While Huo Zhenghao was panicking, Jiang Muye remained calm and composed the entire time.

He knew a good show was about to begin tonight.

This was the calm before the storm.

Only this way could the later storm highlight just how brutally it would devastate someone.

Jiang Muye waited with bated breath.

The Venture Capital Meeting had already begun. Every big shot who came here was here to see project investments.

When Project A was seeking investment bids, Huo Zhenghao raised his placard. "Five million."

Huo Zhenghao was very confident in this project. He was sure he could make money. Of course, being a businessman, he naturally hoped to contract the smallest project.

The bidding intermediary's eyes lit up. He was just about to say something when a lazy voice abruptly rang out in the air. "Ten million."

Huo Zhenghao looked in astonishment at the youth beside him.

It just so happened that the youth's gaze met his, carrying a trace of dangerous coldness. "Sorry, I've taken a liking to it too."

Huo Zhenghao gritted his back teeth.

After leaving the Chen Clan, he had partnered with a rival company of the Chen Clan and founded a small-to-medium enterprise with decent prospects, but compared to the Chen Group, it was still pathetically small.

It should be said that the Chen Group looked down on cooperating with a Huo Group like his at all. Fortunately, Huo Zhenghao had a major financial magnate as his backer, which allowed him his current glory.

But having a big background didn't mean Huo Zhenghao had enough money.

Huo Zhenghao had always been resentful toward Jiang Muye. After all, if Jiang Muye hadn't come out of nowhere, the one who would be the CEO now would be him.

"Thirty million." Huo Zhenghao continued to bid.

"Then I'll bid fifty million!" Jiang Muye called out.

"Sixty million!"

Jiang Muye kept raising. "Eighty million."

Huo Zhenghao gritted his teeth and called out, "Ninety million!"

"Ninety-eight million." Jiang Muye followed closely.

"One hundred million!" Huo Zhenghao roared.

The entire venue fell silent.

That was the highest bid so far.

Spending a hundred million on a project was still risky, especially when the investment was in a small-to-medium enterprise.

And this venture capital project was unknown. The profit might not be that big, and it might not recoup the capital quickly.

So when the bid reached one hundred million, everyone was still surprised.

Of course, everyone's eyes also fell on Jiang Muye.

They felt Jiang Muye would definitely continue bidding.

Anyone with eyes could tell that Jiang Muye was competing with Huo Zhenghao.