Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 592: Chapter 593: Women Shouldn't Be Talented

Yang Chen smirked. He couldn't exactly say that back when he was abroad, Starbucks coffee was too low-class for him, so he casually replied, "I don't have a habit of drinking coffee."

As they spoke, the car stopped, and they both got out. Rose eagerly clung to Yang Chen's arm, her bright eyes filled with excitement, like a little girl walking into a doll shop. They walked into the small Starbucks together.

Because they stepped out of a pristine BMW, they easily attracted the attention of passersby. Many couldn't help but take a second look at Rose's joyful and beautiful face.

Yang Chen wasn't a saint. Naturally, he felt a bit proud inside. Every time he appeared on the street with a woman, people always seemed envious. He wondered if one day he showed up with a group of women, all snuggling up to him, would some guys feel like killing him out of jealousy?

Regrettably, for now, that was just a dream.

This Starbucks was much smaller than the one he had taken Lin Ruoxi to before, but it had a European study vibe, with the rich aroma of coffee filling the air. Vintage leather chairs and low wooden tables were scattered around.

Several people who looked like office workers were sitting there, some using laptops, others reading magazines. When they saw Yang Chen and Rose enter, most of them showed a bit of surprise.

It wasn't that there was anything unusual about Yang Chen and Rose's faces. Yang Chen, although now a high-level executive, still carried himself much like when he sold kebabs, lazily resembling an unemployed drifter.

Rose, on the other hand, though she grew up immersed in the underworld, exuded an elegant and gentle demeanor. She seemed far superior to Yang Chen in every way. Moreover, Yang Chen's average looks paled in comparison to Rose's beauty, making it seem like a toad trying to eat swan meat.

Many people couldn't help but sigh, thinking how true it was that women love bad boys. They wondered how many lifetimes of bad luck this man had to endure to have such a beautiful flower willingly by his side.

Yang Chen couldn't care less about the strange looks. He led Rose to the counter and smiled, asking, "What would you like to drink? Order whatever you want."

Rose looked at the menu boards displaying various drinks and felt a bit overwhelmed. She had only ever had bubble tea during her school days and wasn't familiar with these coffee drinks.

Not wanting to try each one, Rose glanced at what other people in the café were drinking. She didn't want to ask too many questions, so she decided to order whatever caught her eye.

After scanning the room, Rose's eyes lit up. She tugged on Yang Chen's arm, pointing to a woman in a white suit drinking a large pink beverage, and said, "Honey, I want that!"

Yang Chen looked closely. The woman was drinking a large pink cold beverage, which did indeed look quite eye-catching. No wonder Rose was interested.

Not knowing what it was, Yang Chen asked the female cashier, "Miss, what is that lady drinking over there?"

The cashier maintained her smile but didn't hide the trace of disdain in her eyes. After all, she was young and not very reserved.

"Sir, that lady is drinking a strawberry drink. It's a custom-made cold beverage that's not on the menu," the cashier explained. Yang Chen nodded in understanding. Some coffees or cold drinks were customer favorites but weren't always on the regular menu. Just because they weren't listed didn't mean you couldn't order them.

It wasn't clear if the cashier deliberately used the English name, but Rose didn't understand what the drink was. She tugged on Yang Chen's arm and boldly asked, "Honey, what is this 'strawberry' thing?"

Yang Chen laughed, "It's just a strawberry-flavored drink. Do you like it?"

"So 'strawberry' means that. Alright, I'll have that, but I don't need such a big cup," Rose said, unsure if she would like it, so she thought a smaller cup would be better.

Just then, a mocking laugh came from behind them, seemingly unintentional, "Country bumpkins trying to act classy, how ridiculous."

The two of them hadn't lowered their voices much, and the café was very quiet and small, plus quite a few people were already watching them, so their conversation was heard by many.

Nearby was a woman wearing thin, black-framed glasses, with a delicate appearance and a light silver-gray suit, giving her an intellectual air. She had been observing Rose's behavior all along, and out of a sense of competition, she paid extra attention to someone she considered prettier than herself.

When she realized that Rose didn't understand the offerings at Starbucks and didn't even know the simplest English word for "strawberry," her eyes filled with disdain, and her confidence was bolstered once again. This city-bred, pampered office worker couldn't help but mock them.

Her mocking words resonated with several other intellectual-looking office workers, who also began to laugh smugly. Many of them looked at Yang Chen and Rose with mocking smiles.

Rose hadn't expected that her casual words would provoke such disdain. She rarely appeared in ordinary public places and had little opportunity to interact with typical urban white-collar workers. Being ridiculed now didn't make her angry for herself but made her feel she had embarrassed Yang Chen, causing her great discomfort.

Though with a mere flick of her finger, her subordinates could torment these insignificant white-collar workers, Rose knew that using underworld power against ordinary people would only make her seem more pitiful.

Yang Chen initially didn't care about these people. They were just bored folks who liked to find a sense of superiority from "weaker" people. It was a waste of time to argue with them.

However, seeing the trace of sadness, grievance, and hurt in Rose's eyes, Yang Chen decided not to let it slide.

He walked with Rose to the female white-collar worker who had spoken, and with a blank expression, he said, "Apologize to my woman. You've upset her."

The woman, who was typing on her Apple laptop, didn't even look up at Yang Chen. She continued typing and muttered in a foreign language, "Fousiechamp, sois pas la perruche."

Nowadays, many people had studied abroad, and quite a few in the café recognized the language as French. Clearly, she intended to make Yang Chen and Rose look foolish. The meaning was simple: if you want to argue, can you even understand what I'm saying?

Unfortunately for her, Yang Chen didn't hesitate and responded fluently in perfect Parisian French, "N'apprends pas à un vieux singe à faire des grimaces."

The woman finally looked up in shock, unable to believe her ears. The surrounding onlookers were equally astonished. This young man, who looked like he had barely finished middle school, spoke impeccable French?

Rose, on the other hand, looked at Yang Chen with eyes full of happiness. She didn't understand the words, but she knew Yang Chen was standing up for her.

She wasn't a weak woman, which made receiving a man's protection all the more precious.

"Surprised? Did you think you were the only one in the world who could speak French? Is not knowing English so shameful? Do you know that your parents and grandparents probably didn't know English either? There are plenty of people who don't speak English. If the only thing English speakers can do is be arrogant, then that's the truly pathetic reality," Yang Chen said calmly.

The woman blushed with embarrassment, and the surrounding onlookers were at a loss for words. They were educated enough to know Yang Chen was right, but human arrogance often masked simple truths.

"My woman doesn't speak English, but she has nothing to be ashamed of. She expressed herself openly. Just because we don't drink coffee often or come to places like this doesn't mean we can't afford it or that we're inferior to you," Yang Chen continued coldly. "If you don't apologize, I won't hesitate to sue you for personal attack. You can try me."

Yang Chen wasn't making empty threats or losing his temper. The best way to deal with ordinary people was through the ordinary rules of society, namely, legal means.

He couldn't just twist the woman's head off for upsetting Rose.

In every world, there are rules, much like how a supreme being wouldn't meddle with mortals and how primordial entities wouldn't interfere much with the mundane world. Yang Chen, whose cultivation and state of mind had recently made a breakthrough, had gained a deeper understanding of these seemingly unspoken rules.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me," the female white-collar worker finally bowed her head. Though somewhat unwilling, she knew that if she didn't apologize, she wouldn't be able to step down, and it would make her look even more like a sore loser. Yang Chen, satisfied, hugged Rose and returned to the counter, ordering two medium-sized strawberry lemonades from the stunned cashier.

When the pink drinks were in hand, Rose's previous bad mood seemed to vanish. She carefully took a sip and then frowned slightly, finding the taste peculiar.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Yang Chen asked.

Rose shook her head. "It's sour and sweet, with a strawberry flavor. It's smooth, but because there are so many flavors, it feels a bit strange."

Yang Chen didn't rush to drink his but took Rose's hand and walked out of the café. He planned to find a suitable restaurant for dinner while enjoying the drink.

"Honey, what did you say to that woman just now?" Rose asked softly, biting her straw, her voice sweet and her demeanor relaxed—a demeanor she only showed when she was with Yang Chen, free from her usual burdens.

Casually, Yang Chen replied, "She told me to get lost and stop talking nonsense in front of her, so I told her not to take herself too seriously. Simple as that."

"I thought you were going to start a fight. I was a bit worried. After all, it's not good to cause trouble over such things, and besides, I don't have much education. It's not a big deal to be called out on it," Rose said quietly.

"What kind of talk is that? You didn't owe her any money, so why let her insult you for free? If you're willing, it hurts me," Yang Chen frowned.

Rose pursed her lips and asked, "Honestly, do you feel embarrassed because of me, and does it make you uncomfortable?"

Yang Chen stopped walking and said seriously, "I can only be grateful that you are willing to stay with a terrible man like me. In my eyes, even if you make mistakes, I'd still find you adorable. Do you understand? If you say such things again, I'll really be angry."

Rose nodded thoughtfully and then laughed, "Although I didn't study much, I know the saying 'A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent.' It seems true. Only a clumsy woman like me can find a good man."

Yang Chen pinched Rose's delicate nose, causing her to pout playfully.

"I should call you 'Clumsy' then. What kind of twisted logic is that?" Yang Chen sighed, just about to ask Rose what she wanted for dinner when he noticed she had stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on two figures to their right.