The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO
Chapter 76: No Need for Formalities!

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: No Need for Formalities!

Ye Huan said indifferently.

"Charity? I’d rather throw money into the water than give it to such a gold-digger!"

Su Qingqing was furious:

"I know my brother has feelings for her, and I understand this was consensual."

"My brother went to great lengths to help her gather surgery fees, and he even got tricked by Zhong Dabiao into gambling. Yes, he did all of this willingly, without her instigation."

"But as a normal person, shouldn’t she at least be grateful? If she looks down on my brother, couldn’t she simply refuse? Why did she have to insult him?"

"She’s nothing but an ungrateful wretch!"

As she cursed more, Su Qingqing’s anger grew, her eyes wide with fury, wishing she could slap Zhang Ruya to death.

"Dare insult me, I’ll fight you..."

Zhang Ruya lunged at Su Qingqing, ready to start a brawl, but was held back by Zhao Yongle.

"Young Master Zhao, let me go, I want to kill her!"

Zhang Ruya cursed hysterically, her anger was boiling.

It was hard enough to cling to a young master, and yet she still had to bear insults from another woman?

What kind of logic is this!

"Young Master Zhao? It seems I need to remind you." Ye Huan smirked, "Zhao Yongle? Group leader of third sales team, sales department of Tianyun International, in simple terms, just a blue-collar. And this woman you cursed? She’s the sales department minister of Tianyun International, his superior."

"You’re lying!"

Zhang Ruya didn’t hesitate, cursing in anger, "That’s your shallowness; Young Master Zhao is the heir of a hidden wealthy family, working at Tianyun International just for life experience!"

Then she looked at Zhao Yongle, "Young Master Zhao, isn’t that right?"

Zhao Yongle smiled sheepishly and nodded.

Of course he was lying, but to get this woman into bed, he decided to keep up the charade.

"Did you hear that? Young Master Zhao’s noble identity is beyond your imagination." Zhang Ruya raised her head like a proud rooster, "Your presence here only pollutes the air around Young Master Zhao, bad luck!"

"How about we make a bet?"

Ye Huan suddenly proposed, with a playful expression.

"A bet?" Zhang Ruya was momentarily stunned, and asked in confusion, "Bet on what?"

"Bet that you will regret," Ye Huan snapped his fingers, "Bet that you’ll regret giving up on Su Zhiqiang for Zhao Yongle."

"What a joke!"

Zhang Ruya put her hands on her hips and flicked her jet-black hair, "Regret? Impossible! I, Zhang Ruya, am Zhao Yongle’s in life and death, as for that farmer Su Zhiqiang..."

She wore an unabashedly mocking expression, "I’m a woman he could never have in this lifetime."

Su Zhiqiang lowered his head, his face filled with frustration, his fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his flesh.

Even so, he dared not speak out.

Seeing him like this, Su Qingqing was filled with disappointment and anger.

Originally, she was hoping for her brother to get married, so she could have nieces and nephews, who knew this half a million would be wasted on an ungrateful wretch!

"Young Master Zhao, let’s ignore these people, and find a hotel..." Zhang Ruya blinked coquettishly, finger to her lips, exhibiting her charm.

"Alright... alright, no need to care about these lower-class people..."

Zhao Yongle swallowed his saliva, chuckled mischievously, and then left holding Zhang Ruya’s shoulder.

In fact, he was curious to see Ye Huan’s embarrassed look when no convoy arrived.

But he couldn’t wait; he wanted to fully capture Zhang Ruya first.

The two left, leaning on each other.

Suddenly, a thunderous honking mixed with engine roars echoed from the horizon.

Ten Rolls-Royce Phantoms, in two convoys, neatly arranged, escorting the central Rolls-Royce—Black Gold Throne, crossed through the crossroads.

Wherever they went, even risking traffic violations, other vehicles spontaneously gave way.

Traffic violations were minor; if these luxury cars were scratched, it could mean bankruptcy.

Many drivers opened their car doors and stepped out, watching the magnificent scene.

Two Rolls-Royce Phantom convoys going out together?

Such a scene was rarely seen!

Zhao Yongle was dumbfounded, his mouth wide enough to fit a stone.

"Wha... what is happening?" Zhang Ruya’s voice trembled slightly.

Even though she wasn’t familiar with the appearance of a Rolls-Royce Phantom, the outstanding quality of these vehicles was apparent!

They turned their heads.

"Gulp."

Both swallowed hard, eyes filled with disbelief.

Two convoys, a total of eleven top luxury cars, stopped right in the middle of the road in front of the First People’s Hospital.

The car doors simultaneously swung open, and a tall, middle-aged man in a tailcoat stepped down from the Rolls-Royce—Black Gold Throne.

At the same time, twenty suited men wearing sunglasses stepped out, their shoes pressing onto the ground.

They were all the strongest bodyguards from the Liu Family estate, bowing in unison facing the hospital gates.

"Greetings to Young Master Ye!"

Their voices were powerful, shaking the hearts of the onlookers.

Ye Huan, chewing on a toothpick, waved his hand, "At ease!"

Upon his command, the bodyguards straightened up, standing tall.

Butler Zhou Yuan’an retrieved a gold-rimmed red carpet from the Black Gold Throne’s trunk, handing it to the head of security.

Starting from Ye Huan’s feet, the head of security unfurled the red carpet straight to the Black Gold Throne’s car door.

"Young Master Ye, please!" The Liu Family’s butler, Zhou Yuan’an, gestured with a welcome hand.

"Brother-in-law, let’s go home!" Ye Huan waved his hand with a smile.

Su Zhiqiang stood there, dumbfounded.

He looked at the dozens of luxury cars, completely bewildered.

Not only him, those who despised Ye Huan in their hearts among the crowd were equally shocked.

Could it possibly be true...

This man indeed, with just a phone call, gathered two Rolls-Royce Phantom convoys within half an hour!

Just who is he?

To note, even the major families of Celestial Sea City, might only have one such luxury car in total!

Yet here were eleven?

What in the world is happening!

Ye Huan patted Su Qingqing on the shoulder.

Seeing no reaction from her, his face darkened.

Brother Huan lowered his hand, and then slapped her on the waist.

This snapped Su Qingqing back to her senses, her eyes widening, "Who dares touch my waist, courting death?"

Looking at the array of luxury cars, she drew a sharp breath.

"Quick, get your brother into the car, or don’t you want to slap that ungrateful wretch’s face?" Ye Huan whispered angrily.

Su Qingqing quickly nodded.

She couldn’t figure out what was happening, but she grabbed Su Zhiqiang’s arm and, on the red carpet, walked toward the 35-million-yuan Rolls-Royce—Black Gold Throne.

Ye Huan, with a toothpick in his mouth, hands in pockets, gave a playful glance to the side.

He glanced at Zhang Ruya and Zhao Yongle, both still frozen in shock.