Too Late to Regret, She’s Now With the Big Boss - Chapter 26

“Why are you shouting so loud? Jealous because my husband is handsomer than you?” Ye Qianqian lifted her chin defiantly.

“Ye Qianqian, you… how have you become like this?” Song Yuntao was so furious that his temples throbbed as he stormed up to her.

“Move aside. Don’t block the way. I’m this good-looking, but not for toads like you to envy.”

Lu Jingchen’s deep, magnetic voice resonated through the banquet hall. This biting remark was something he had learned from his wife by watching surveillance footage.

Pfft.

The crowd burst into laughter.

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear my husband tell you to move?” Ye Qianqian said before kicking Song Yuntao squarely in the knee.

Caught off guard, Song Yuntao fell to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief as he trembled with rage.

Seeing this, Lu Jingchen’s lips curled slightly, his amusement growing as the hand around Ye Qianqian’s waist tightened possessively.

His darling wife had not only introduced him publicly but also declared him handsomer than Song Yuntao. He wanted to laugh out loud in triumph.

She was already stunning without effort, but tonight, she had dressed up meticulously.

He had expected many men to stare at her, but when he saw their admiring gazes, he could barely suppress his fury.

Especially when Song Yuntao rushed up to her, greedily drinking in her beauty, he had wanted to gouge out the man’s eyes on the spot.

“Move aside? Ye Qianqian, you actually dared to kick me down in public?” Song Yuntao sat on the floor, glaring at her in disbelief.

“You-how dare you treat me like this?! You used to grovel before me.

Even if the soup you brought me wasn’t the right temperature, just one frown from me would make you bow and scrape, apologizing meekly.”

If it was cold, she’d warm it up; if it was hot, she’d blow on it for him. But Song Yuntao couldn’t finish his words.

Not because he didn’t want to boast, but because Lu Jingchen’s deathly glare rendered him speechless.

Hearing Song Yuntao’s words, Lu Jingchen’s gaze turned even colder, as if looking at a dead man.

Song Yuntao shuddered under his stare, swallowing hard, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth.

Ye Qianqian also sensed the “Living King of Hell” was about to unleash his wrath, so she quickly tried to smooth things over.

“Has Young Master Song not woken up from his dream yet? You said it yourself, that was the past.

Those privileges you mentioned? From now on, they belong only to my husband. I never kissed you before, but now I’ll kiss him every day.”

With that, she stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Lu Jingchen’s cheek. For the sake of survival, she had to throw shame to the wind!

“Ye Qianqian! not only did you kick me down, but you’re also standing here mocking me with another man? And now you’re kissing him in public?!”

Song Yuntao roared, pushing himself up from the ground with his hands, his eyes bloodshot as he charged at her, only to be sent flying by Lu Jingchen’s kick, landing hard in the distance.

“Delusional fool. Serves you right for getting kicked by my husband. Darling, let’s go over there and eat something to calm our nerves.”

Ye Qianqian’s voice was soft and trembling, feigning helplessness and fear as she nestled into Lu Jingchen’s arms. The Living King of Hell was truly terrifying!

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s my fault for scaring you just now,” Lu Jingchen murmured gently.

One hand brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear while the other held her close as they walked away. He glanced back at Song Yuntao with a taunting smirk.

Song Yuntao lay sprawled on the ground, consumed by bitterness and resentment as he glared at Ye Qianqian’s retreating figure.

The hatred in his eyes seemed to sharpen into blades, ready to flay her alive, but he couldn’t stand up for the moment.

Xiao Feng, who had been standing nearby to receive guests, remained silent the entire time, pretending not to see Song Yuntao being repeatedly kicked down by Ye Qianqian and her husband.

Watching Song Yuntao’s impotent rage from a distance, a trace of disdain flashed through his eyes.

How could this fickle scumbag ever be worthy of someone as wonderful as Yanyan?

“Ye Qianqian? Isn’t that the second daughter of the Ye family? She brought her boyfriend home, why would Young Master Song try to stop her?”

“Jealousy, of course! Haha, didn’t you hear? That handsome guy’s words just now were so loaded.”

“Did you all hear that earlier? They say Young Master Song was in a car accident three years ago and nearly ended up paralyzed. It was Second Miss Ye who stayed by his side, taking care of him without complaint.”

“She helped treat his legs, nursed him with such care, and yet he treats her like this? What a classic case of biting the hand that feeds you!”

“Stop talking, Young Master Song is glaring at us! Oh god, his eyes are terrifying!”

“Who raised such ill-mannered brats with no sense of propriety? Talking trash about people in public, get lost, don’t waste my time.” Song Yuntao snarled a warning.

A few gossipy young masters and misses from wealthy families, frightened by Song Yuntao’s vicious roar, scurried toward Ye Qianqian and Lu Jingchen’s direction.

Today, the Ye household was packed with guests. Father Ye, Mother Ye, the three Ye brothers, Ye Qingyan, and Song Yuntao were all personally stationed at the entrance to receive them.

Father Ye had already escorted a few important guests to the VIP lounge on the second floor, while the eldest Ye brother was upstairs entertaining VIP clients.

Before leaving, Father and Mother Ye had specifically instructed Song Yuntao and Ye Qingyan to wait at the entrance for Third Master Lu.

After standing for a while, Ye Qingyan complained of exhaustion and went upstairs to chat privately with her friends, leaving Song Yuntao and Xiao Feng to handle the reception.

Both Song Yuntao and Xiao Feng had met Third Master Lu before, but all they knew was that he had worn only black since the age of three and had a terrifyingly gloomy demeanor.

Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine that Third Master Lu would show up in a champagne-colored suit, arm in arm with the very Ye Qianqian they despised, grinning like an absolute fool!

Not only were Song Yuntao and Xiao Feng shocked, Father Ye and his important guests, chatting on the second-floor corridor, were equally stunned.

A middle-aged man who had been eagerly anticipating Third Master Lu’s arrival raised his glass and teased, “President Ye, your son-in-law just got knocked down by a young couple taking turns kicking him.”

“President Ye, don’t blame that divine pair, that handsome lad said your son-in-law was just jealous of him. Hahaha, the audacity!”

“That couple is such a sight for sore eyes. It’s rare to see someone pull off nude and champagne tones so effortlessly! Come, let’s toast to that.”

“Cheers.” The group downed their drinks in one go as attendants nearby refilled their glasses. They stood on the corridor, sipping and watching Lu Jingchen and his wife.

“Young people roughhousing is normal. Second Son, go call your eldest brother and check what’s happening in the main hall downstairs,” Father Ye instructed with a smile.

Downstairs, Xiao Feng shot a glance at a pretty female employee, who immediately squeezed through the crowd with a glass of juice toward Ye Qianqian.

Xiao Feng was a key figure the Ye Group had heavily invested in cultivating. He had the authority to select young subordinates to serve tea and refreshments at the Ye household.

Just then, Bai Lang and Ding Fan (Third Master Lu’s personal driver and bodyguard) walked in, each carrying gifts in both hands.

“Assistant Bai, you’re here! Please, come in… where’s Third Master?” Song Yuntao forced a flattering smile through the pain.

His father had specifically reminded him to make sure he struck up a good conversation with Third Master Lu today.

“Third Master has already gone in with his wife,” Bai Lang remarked, glancing at the couple surrounded by the crowd.

He never expected that for his wife’s sake, the master would tolerate other women approaching him!

Xiao Feng also smiled as he took the gift box from Ding Fan’s hands. “Please come inside, sir. Let’s go find Third Master.”