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Leng Yichen quietly watched Ye Mo Li, his deep gaze radiating an undeniable dominance and possessiveness.
Leaning back in the luxurious chair, he exuded a relaxed yet commanding presence. One hand casually rested on the armrest while the other elegantly unbuttoned his suit jacket, revealing a slightly open collar that showcased his strong and perfect collarbone. Every detail about him emanated an irresistible charm.
His eyes remained fixed on Ye Mo Li, filled with a predator's focus and aggression.
"My woman cannot withstand even the slightest harm."
His voice was deep and magnetic, resonating like a spell that could penetrate the depths of one's soul.
"You... will be kept in the most perfect and safest place."
There was no hint of hesitation in his tone, nor any room for discussion; this was not a promise but a command.
Ye Mo Li's heart skipped a beat as she forcefully suppressed her unease, trying to break free from this overwhelming sense of control.
"Wait, wait, Manager Leng..." She took a deep breath, finally summoning the courage to protest—
However, Leng Yichen moved faster.
He suddenly reached out with an air of authority, his long, well-defined fingers extending toward her cheek—
"Shh—"
His index finger gently pressed against Ye Mo Li's lips, applying just enough pressure to convey absolute dominance that brooked no refusal.
Ye Mo Li's eyes widened, freezing in place!
The delicate yet powerful fingertip felt cold against her skin, yet it carried an undeniable sense of control, like a chain uniquely binding her and locking away any resistance within its grasp.
Leng Yichen leaned in slightly, his tone laced with a hint of punishing affection. "This is a notification, not a negotiation."
As he spoke, his fingertip glided softly over Ye Mo Li's tender lips. His gaze darkened slightly, and a meaningful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth—
It was as if it was hinting to her that this game had only just begun.
The car door slowly opened, and before Ye Mo Li and Shen Dudu could adjust to the light outside, they were stunned by the scene before them, as if their souls had left their bodies.
Three thousand bodyguards, dressed in black suits, stood like a long dragon, neatly lined up on either side.
Each one was well-trained, standing tall with straight backs, hands crossed in front of them, expressions serious, exuding an aura of sharpness that made them seem untouchable, like the imperial guards waiting for the arrival of the highest nobility!
Behind the bodyguard formation, five thousand servants and butlers donned crisp white uniforms, each adorned with the exclusive badge of Ethan Lux.
—All stood in orderly rows, as if awaiting inspection like palace attendants!
Just as Ye Mo Li and Shen Dudu were still processing what was happening—
“Welcome, Madam! Welcome, esteemed guests!”
Eight thousand voices rang out loudly, echoing like thunder, shaking the very heavens!
The sound surged through the space like a flood, even vibrating the air around them, making Ye Mo Li and Shen Dudu almost lose their footing. Their eardrums buzzed, and their hearts raced wildly!
Shen Dudu: “??????”
Ye Mo Li: “！！！！？？？？”
—What kind of insane royal spectacle was this?!
Ye Mo Li stiffly stepped out of the car, her steps unsteady. It felt as though she had stumbled into an extraordinarily luxurious world beyond comprehension. She even questioned whether such a display was truly necessary!
Shen Dudu’s lips twitched as she muttered softly, “We… didn’t accidentally walk into the wrong film set, did we?”
But now, there was no turning back for them; they could only brace themselves and move forward.
While Ye Mo Li’s mind was still in a state of extreme confusion, she couldn’t help but glance back at Leng Yichen inside the car.
Leng Yichen sat in the car, exuding his usual aura of dominance and calm. His handsome face, almost unreal in its perfection, bore a hint of indifference, as if the grand spectacle of welcoming crowds was nothing more than an everyday occurrence to him.
However, when he caught sight of Ye Mo Li glancing back, he suddenly burst into laughter.
“Hahaha! What’s this? Missing me already?”
His laughter was deep and magnetic, carrying a sense of untamed arrogance. There was a lazy charm in his tone, reminiscent of a natural-born ruler who could effortlessly manipulate everything around him.
Tilting his head slightly, a playful smile danced on his lips. “Unfortunately, I still have to deal with three mergers of publicly listed companies, a hundred billion credit issue, and the World Hair Summit. I probably won’t be back for a while!”
“Hahahahaha!”
His laughter echoed throughout the space, radiating an overwhelming sense of superiority. There was no trace of nostalgia in his tone; it was as if he were declaring himself the busiest and most unmatched man in the world!
With that, the car door slammed shut.
Then—
The luxury vehicle sped away like the wind!
Ye Mo Li: “???”
Shen Dudu: “????????”
—Had they just been “left behind” here?!
Ye Mo Li stood dazed at the entrance of the lavish estate, surrounded by eight thousand attendants awaiting orders. Before her mind could process what had just happened, one clear thought rang out in her head—
“What on earth is going on here!!!!”
Meanwhile, Leng Yichen remained indifferent inside the car, casually crossing his legs and lightly tapping his long fingers against the armrest.
The interior was serene and luxurious; the leather seats crafted by top artisans exuded a subtle air of nobility. The city lights outside raced past in a blur, yet he cast only a disinterested glance, as if nothing in this world could truly capture his attention.
Soon, a familiar call came in as expected.
The screen flashed with a name—Su Luobing.
Leng Yichen picked up the phone without hesitation, bringing it to his ear but remaining silent, patiently waiting for the other person to speak.
Sure enough, the next moment, Su Luobing's voice, tinged with sobs, came through the receiver, trembling and struggling to contain her emotions—
"Dearest... you must be momentarily confused, right?"
Her voice was pitifully soft, as if she were desperately trying to convince herself that everything was still under control and that she still had a chance to salvage it.
"I... I can accept this, really..."
"Men always crave novelty, but... dearest, you only love me, right?"
Her tone grew increasingly urgent, shifting from an initial facade of calm to one that was nearly pleading.
She was afraid.
She had never imagined that one day there could truly be another woman in Leng Yichen's world who could take her place.
However, Leng Yichen's voice was as cold as eternal frost, shattering her last glimmer of hope—
"No, I never have."
His tone was steady, devoid of any hesitation.
Not even a hint of pity.
The voice on the other end fell abruptly silent.
In that moment, Su Luobing seemed to be thrown into an endless abyss of darkness.
Silence, eternal and profound, engulfed her world.
The silence on the other end of the phone lasted barely a few seconds before—
"Ye—Mo—Li!!!!"
Su Luobing roared, her voice like a tearing beast, filled with uncontrollable madness and resentment!
Her sanity shattered completely, tears streamed down her exquisite makeup, yet they could not mask the twisted and vengeful expression on her face.
"That bitch!!" she screamed hysterically, her voice trembling from the overwhelming emotional turmoil. "What does she have that I don’t?! She’s just a lowly woman, a freak, a disgusting creature!!"
However, Leng Yichen's voice was colder than the sharpest ice blade, carrying a warning that was almost lethal—
"Ye Mo Li is a thousand times better than you."
"You cannot even comprehend her beauty."
"Please do not mention—the name of the woman I deeply love."
In that moment, Su Luobing's world collapsed.
Her nails dug deep into her palm, her eyes bloodshot as she struggled to believe what she had just heard—deeply love?!
Leng Yichen actually used the term "deeply love"?!
Her breath quickened, her chest heaving violently as she trembled while gripping her phone. Her voice was hoarse and frenzied as she shouted, "Leng Yichen!!! You will regret this!!!"
"You know our marriage and the merger of your business empire—if you lose the financial support and assistance from the Su Family, your Ethan Lux might… might…!"
Beep—
Before she could finish her sentence, the call was ruthlessly disconnected.
Leng Yichen was unwilling to listen for even half a second longer.
He casually set down his phone, his handsome face showing no sign of emotion, the corners of his mouth curling into an extremely indifferent arc.
Ethan Lux had never needed the Su Family's filthy money.
It was merely a marriage contract he had agreed to out of convenience when he had no partner at the time.
Now, he had found the love of his life—the Su Family held no value for him.
He scoffed lightly, his tone indifferent, as if the recent phone call had been nothing more than a trivial noise.
"Boring."
He closed his eyes, and in his mind, the stunning beauty of Ye Mo Li emerged, her unique hair shimmering in his thoughts, her radiant presence…
And Su Luobing?
He didn't even want to think of her name again.
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