Chapter 246 (1/2)

Selfish (1)

“...You don’t even know her last name? Don’t you know Alexandria's history?” Johnny shook his head, as if very tired.

Ye Lang answered, “I think I’ve read somewhere that Alexandria city was founded by this person called... Alexandria? … Nikola. It was said that there was a war so he and some people escaped here. They built a little village, but because of its location, it slowly grew into a town, then a city-town, a city and now a metropolis!

“And this village used to be called Alexandria, hence it’s now Alexandria City. The head of the city has always been the Nikola family, and they are Alexandria City’s only family line that lasted until today. Oh, I know, her last name is Nikola. Kesha Nikola, right?”

“...Yes, looks like you’re familiar with the history here,” said Johnny.

“I’m familiar with all of history. As long as it’s recorded in text, I will be familiar with it!” said Ye Lang cooly. Although this was something that could be interpreted as arrogance, the coolness in his tone didn’t feel like arrogance at all.

“Are you an academician who does research on history?” asked Johnny.

“No, I’m just interested in it!” said Ye Lang.

“Then what do you do?”

“I’m a prodigal son!”

“?? What?” Johnny suspected he’d made a mistake, or Ye Lang did.

“My job is being a prodigal son!!” confirmed Ye Lang.

“Are you joking?”

“No, I’m serious!”

“...”

At this moment, a line of people, led by the duke himself, entered the room. Lady Kesha was there too. She was beautiful indeed. No wonder there were so many people pining after her.

Of course, Ye Lang thought she was just very regular. She wasn’t as pretty as Little Xin, and especially not prettier than Ye Lanyu!

There was another teenage girl with Lady Kesha. They were both equally pretty!

“Sigh, it’s like a flower in cow dung!” said Ye Lang pitifully. Edward seemed to have heard him, for Edward was clenching his teeth.

[‘A flower in cow dung’ is a saying for very pretty women who marry average-looking/ugly men]

“What?” asked Johnny, confused.

“Nothing much. I was thinking of something. Some toads want to taste swan meat. If these toads succeed, wouldn’t it just become a flower in cow dung?! It’s a pity, a pity indeed!!” Ye Lang shook his head.

[A toad who dreams of tasting swan meat = a person who can only dream/has crazy ambitions]

“You’re not wrong. Some people don’t even acknowledge their own status and dare to come participate in the matchmaking. They should look in the mirror first,” once a person started the conversation, someone would usually agree.

Some of the aristocrats agreed with Ye Lang’s words, some even voicing their opinions as if scorning the commoners who also came to compete.