Chapter 24: "The Prose Poem My Father Wrote"

The office area of the Artist Department was divided into several smaller zones: there was a training room for trainees, a dedicated area for artists, recording studios, and so on.

Su Chen left the trainees’ training room, deep in thought as he made his way toward the composition department. At a corner, distracted, he collided headlong with someone.

The other person was moving at an astonishing speed.

In that instant, he felt something soft press against him, bouncing him back with a jolt.

“Ouch!” a woman exclaimed.

He quickly said, “Ah, I’m sorry!”

In truth, neither of them had been paying attention at the corner. The other person’s speed made her more responsible for the accident, really. Yet, as a gentleman, he hurried to apologize first.

As he raised his eyes, he saw a fashionable woman with exquisite makeup clutching her chest, clearly startled.

“D-class powerhouse—terrifying indeed!” muttered a man next to her.

Beside the woman was another man and a woman. The girl trailing behind looked ordinary, holding a purse and several bags, appearing flustered. The man, oddly enough, was also wearing makeup, and now, supporting the woman, glared furiously at Su Chen.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going? Didn’t you see someone coming?” His voice was shrill and effeminate.

Su Chen’s expression turned cold—so this was how they wanted to twist things?

His anger flared. “My eyesight’s not great—I only see people.”

The group was momentarily stunned; when they realized the meaning, the woman’s face darkened.

The effeminate man was furious too. “How can you speak like that? Where’s your manners?”

“What’s your name? I’ll call Fang Xiao over and show her what kind of people she’s bringing up.”

Clearly, he’d seen Su Chen coming from the trainee area, and, with his good looks, assumed he was one of the trainees.

Su Chen frowned. What was all this nonsense? A trivial matter, a mutual apology should suffice. She’d bumped into him, and he hadn’t minded, yet they refused to let it go.

Hearing the effeminate man threaten him, Su Chen smiled slyly. “Call me daddy and I’ll tell you my name.”

The woman and the effeminate man’s faces darkened further, almost dripping with rage.

“You!” The effeminate man lunged, but suddenly realized Su Chen was tall and imposing—half a head taller than himself. From Su Chen’s demeanor, he seemed fearless.

He halted mid-stride, but continued to threaten, “Do you know who she is? You dare provoke anyone?”

Su Chen glanced at the woman, indifferent. “Who she is means nothing to me.”

Now that he’d offended them, he might as well do it thoroughly. From their behavior, he could tell the woman was no pleasant character. Her subordinates were belligerent, and she hadn’t stopped them—it was tacit approval. Besides, she looked quite angry herself. Wasn’t it she who ran into him?

Seeing Su Chen unfazed, the effeminate man pretended to call the trainee manager, Fang Xiao.

At that moment, the woman finally spoke, her voice icy cold. “Who I am doesn’t matter, and indeed is none of your concern.”

“But who you are—that’s important. Do you dare leave your name?”

A naked threat.

Su Chen had encountered many such people before, all with a brainless arrogance. He replied irritably, “Composition Department, Group Two—Su Chen.”

This revelation stunned the group. They’d expected a trainee, but he was from the composition department.

Hmph! But what did that matter? He was probably just a nobody.

Regaining her composure, the woman stared at Su Chen intently, not blinking