Chapter 151 Why Should He Deserve This

• Why? Why the hell did Sullivan get rich after I dumped him? The sugar daddy she finally hooked… got outshined by Sullivan! “Mr. Su, what do you think of my gift?” Sullivan’s lips curled in a teasing smile. “Where’d you get the money for a bracelet that pricey?” Su Cheng refused to admit he’d just been outclassed. “You think this thing costs money?” Sullivan shrugged, wearing that punch-me face that made Ji Wenjin’s teeth itch—let alone Su Cheng’s. “If it didn’t cost money, did you steal it?” “Knew it. Guys like you are—” Su Cheng, furious and flustered, tried to smear Sullivan. “Enough!” Fawn snapped. “Su Cheng, that jade—Dragon Stone grade—was opened by Sullivan himself at the jade festival. And besides that, he already gave me a water-green jade worth tens of millions!” Fawn wasn’t going to let Su Cheng drag Sullivan through the mud. She knew exactly how much Sullivan liked that Dragon Stone jade. He chose to give it to her as a birthday gift—his heart was right there on his sleeve. Fawn was happy, satisfied, and she wasn’t letting anyone insult or mock Sullivan. “Jade festival? I heard someone opened four raw stones in a row there, all top-tier, including Dragon Stone. Was that him?” “I heard it too. Those stones flipped for close to a hundred million.” “Holy crap… so he really is loaded?” The looks aimed at Sullivan shifted again. Say what you want—he’d given Fawn a birthday gift that was the real deal and worth a fortune. “So what if he has money? He’s just a nouveau riche clown.” “Fawn, are you seriously going to turn on me for him?” The thought of kneeling to Sullivan made Su Cheng feel sick, like swallowing trash. And the worst part? He’d set that condition himself. “That’s enough! Su Cheng, it’s been you guys cornering Sullivan this whole time. I’d love to know what exactly Sullivan did wrong.” Fawn stood by Sullivan, unmoved by Su Cheng’s drama. People glanced at Sullivan. Truth was, he hadn’t done anything. If Fawn hadn’t spoken to him first, half the room wouldn’t have even noticed he was at the party. Everyone here was sharp. Lifting one up and stepping on another? That was standard practice. Su Cheng had already lost, and Fawn—the host—wasn’t backing him. They’d come for Fawn. With her stance that clear, no one was dumb enough to risk offending her by speaking up for Su Cheng. “Forget the posturing. I have one question: do you admit defeat?” Sullivan looked straight at Su Cheng. Su Cheng glared back, refusing to blink. “What if I do, what if I don’t? You actually want me to kneel? Who the hell do you think you are?” “You don’t deserve it.” “You think getting lucky with a few priceless jades makes you high society?” “Trashy climbers are still trash. You’ll never get on stage with us.” Su Cheng was already on the back foot. People started looking at him with open disdain. But some still thought he had a point—money or not, Sullivan was just a flashy upstart. Their roots, their pedigree—Sullivan could never be on their level. “So you’re planning to weasel out?” Sullivan’s voice went cold. The last guy who tried that almost got beaten half to death. Sullivan only hoped Su Cheng’s skin was thick enough. Fawn had seen firsthand how Sullivan dealt with Benedict Huxley. Even if Su Cheng was in the wrong and she didn’t like him much, he was still her guest. “Su Cheng will take his loss.” “Sullivan, do me a favor. Don’t make him kneel. Let him apologize to you—will that do?” Fawn’s eyes showed her dilemma. Word had already spread—Su Cheng caused trouble at her birthday party, went back on his word. People would judge that on their own. But if Sullivan started throwing punches, they’d be the ones in the wrong. “Fawn, it’s not that I won’t give you face. He just doesn’t deserve it.” “If I’d known you were inviting someone like him to your birthday, I wouldn’t have come.” “Sharing a table with him is an insult. And now you want me to apologize to him?” Su Cheng kept up his tough act. Even with the facts against him, he still talked like he owned the room. “Oh? You won’t give Ms. Fawn face, and you won’t give me face either?” The whole time, Ji Wenjin had been watching the show. Now he finally spoke. Everyone turned toward the voice. Ji Wenjin stood up slowly. “Mr. Ji…” No one expected Ji Wenjin to jump in. Su Cheng’s face changed in a flash. What was Ji Wenjin playing at? He hadn’t moved a finger when they were mocking Sullivan. But now he stood up. “Mr. Ji, I—” Su Cheng tried to explain. Clap, clap, clap!