Chapter 263 It’s You
Xavier was working part-time at the coffee shop in the mall today. After cleaning up the dishes, he realized it was time for his classmate to meet up with him, so he said goodbye to his boss and left work early.
Before leaving, I felt it was inappropriate to go to the party empty-handed, so I packed up two macchiatos at the cafe at the employee price and planned to take them across the street to feed the annoying guy.
The new deskmate was very noisy. Xavier sometimes found him annoying, but for some reason, he put up with it and let him run around.
Is it because I've been lonely for too long and am tired of the lack of people?
A few days ago, Daniel accidentally saw his date of birth and insisted on celebrating his birthday. Unable to resist Daniel, Xavier reluctantly agreed to celebrate his birthday with him.
But he didn't tell Daniel that today was not his birthday, but the day he was abandoned in the orphanage.
He has no birthday.
Maybe he was born with bad luck.
Seeing that the time agreed upon with Daniel had arrived, the elevator was overcrowded. Afraid that Daniel would get anxious waiting, he hurried downstairs through the emergency passage. When he reached the second floor, he met this psychopath.
He was just coming down from the third floor and when he passed the stairwell on the second floor, this man rushed in without looking at the road. He couldn't dodge in time and the two cups of macchiato in his hands were knocked out. Haha, he was such an unlucky man.
After the middle-aged white man in a suit scolded Xavier,
Squinting his eyes, he looked Xavier up and down.
Cheap clothes, worn sneakers, torn cuffs, his entire outfit cost no more than five dollars. He looked like a poor student. A cunning glint flashed under his large, thick eyelids.
"Hey, you're a student, right? I won't make things difficult for you."
After a few pretentious remarks, the middle-aged white man changed the subject: "This pair of leather shoes of mine was custom-made by Vil. They cost me $400. Look at the coffee you spilled on me. How can I wear them? Since you're a student, just pay me $200 and we'll let it go."
Xavier frowned slightly. He didn't expect that this pair of leather shoes was so expensive. Two hundred dollars would cost him half a year working part-time to save up.
He still needed to save for college tuition and couldn't give the money away easily. Besides, he had never heard of the brand Vil that the white man mentioned.
Xavier looked calm and neither servile nor arrogant at the middle-aged white man: "I can compensate you, but please show me your shopping receipt."
"You mean I'm lying? This is ridiculous. Would someone of my status cheat you out of a mere two hundred dollars? Are you trying to cheat?" The middle-aged white man was very angry, and his white face turned red like a monkey's butt because of excitement.
Facing his accusation, Xavier said calmly, "Please provide evidence to prove the value of these shoes. If you can't, I can only compensate you according to the market price."
The white man was furious. He didn't expect this kid to be so difficult to deal with. He gasped, raised his finger and pointed at Xavier's eyes, and said angrily: "You little brat, who are you? Why should I find evidence for you? I won't tell you, let your parents come and tell me!"
When Xavier heard the name of his parents, his pupils trembled slightly for a moment, his hands clenched into fists, and he could hardly keep the calmness on his face. Soon, he hid this emotion back under his mask.
When I opened my eyelids again, he still had that indifferent look on his face. Only his cold sapphire blue eyes seemed to be overflowing with ice. "No need to bother. There's a police station across the street. Let's go and talk it out."
"Police station? I think you are just a rogue. Don't even think about leaving if you don't pay me today!"
The white man raised his hand to hit Xavier, but when his palm was in the air, suddenly, a bony hand came from behind and firmly grasped his wrist.
Then, a lazy and casual voice sounded from behind him: "Sir, please talk nicely if you have something to say. Don't get yourself into trouble by getting angry."
Bai Nan's face lit up with joy, thinking that the person behind him wanted to speak up for him. Before Bai Nan could open his mouth to thank him,
The man suddenly chuckled softly, and when he spoke again, his tone carried a hint of sarcasm from a superior: "Although you can't afford Vil's private dress, poverty is not your fault. Perhaps you should accept your wallet calmly."
Bai Nan was about to open his mouth to refute, but Ye Lin showed no intention of stopping and continued to mock him.
"Don't be so quick to deny it. Your shoes are indeed from Vil's private studio, but they're not custom-made. Judging from their condition, they should be a pair of Vil's finished shoes, priced around two hundred dollars."
"By the way, let me remind you that the starting price for Vil Studio's custom-made leather shoes is $500. There's no $400 price range like you mentioned. Don't make the mistake next time."
After Ye Lin finished speaking, he gave the middle-aged white man a harmless smile, as if he was just giving him a kind reminder.
I was exposed in public that I could only afford ready-made shoes and I didn't even know the price of custom-made shoes.
The middle-aged white man felt a burning pain on his face. He was extremely angry and turned around suddenly, threatening: "I'm warning you not to meddle in other people's business! You...you, you..."
The middle-aged white man turned around and saw the appearance of the nosy man behind him.
Bai Nan has a little money, but he can only afford to wear big-name offline ready-to-wear clothes. In order to maintain the value, he only buys classic styles every time.
The young man behind him was wearing Brioni's latest runway pieces from head to toe. He had gotten in last month thanks to a friend's invitation and was able to sneak in to watch the show. The clothes he was wearing were definitely genuine.
The boy can now wear the clothes from the show that just ended last month. This speed can only be worn by the top high-end luxury customers.
The curse words stuck in his throat. The white man hesitated for a while, assessing Ye Lin's financial resources in his mind. While hesitating, he accidentally glanced at the LaFerrari keys in Ye Lin's hand.
The middle-aged white man was completely timid now. The other party was a real rich man. If he offended a rich man in Italy, he might end up dead on the street tomorrow.
He just wanted to slip away now, quietly leaning towards the stairwell on the first floor, and said guiltily: "You...you, I don't want to bother with you."
After saying that, he pulled open the door of the stairwell and rushed out, as if there was a wolf chasing him.
He perfectly demonstrated the concept of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and treating people differently based on their circumstances.
"Classmate, are you okay?"
Ye Lin stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the dazed Xavier. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but seeing that the child looked so pitiful alone, he couldn't help himself.
Xavier came to his senses and immediately bowed to thank the gentleman who spoke for him, his voice a little hoarse.
"Thank you, thank you for your help today. Thank you very much."
Xavier just faced the white man's fist and subconsciously dodged backwards. This was a habit he developed in his childhood.
When he was a child, the caregivers in the welfare home thought he was cute and always gave him more supplies, which caused dissatisfaction among others. The children in the welfare home all spoke with their fists. He was beaten a lot in those years because of the lack of supplies. He was always hungry and had no good skin under his thin clothes.
Later, when he grew up a little, he stole the fruit knife while the nurse was not paying attention, and went to greet the group of people one by one. A group of children aged eight or nine were scared to the point of wetting their pants by a seven-year-old child. They cried and begged for mercy, saying that they would never dare to do it again.
From then on, no one in the welfare home dared to mess with Xavier.
He hadn't been beaten for a long time. The white man's fist just now suddenly reminded him of the time when he was beaten in the welfare home. He felt desperate and no one cared about him. He was unable to react immediately.
The expected pain did not come.
This time, someone helped him block the punch.
The blond boy in front of him kept bowing and thanking him, which made Ye Lin feel a little embarrassed, as if he was bullying him.
"Stop, stop saying thank you. It gives me a headache."
Ye Lin held Xavier's shoulders to stop him from digging underground like a gopher.
Xavier stood up a little awkwardly, and after looking Ye Lin in the eye for a few seconds, he felt that the young man who helped him looked familiar. He said hesitantly, "Thank you for your help. Um, have we met somewhere before?"
Ye Lin smiled and said, "The snack bar in front of the United Public School, have you forgotten?"
Xavier remembered that it was the customer who had used the Hermès handkerchief to polish his shoes, and he smiled as well. "So it's you. Sorry, I didn't think of you just now. Thank you for your help this time."
Ye Lin subconsciously didn't want to hear this person say thank you again, as it always felt a bit irritating, so he changed the subject: "It's just a small favor. Are you shopping here?"
Xavier: "I work part-time at the cafe upstairs. Do you want coffee? I'm pretty good at it."
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