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Su Luobing stood to the side, her gaze cold as she fixed her eyes on the two disheveled women, a malicious smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
She finally remembered—
The woman in the white dress, with armpit hair that looked like a ghost, was none other than the country girl who had bumped into her at the entrance of Ethan Lux that morning!
At first, she hadn’t thought much of it; after all, her mind had been preoccupied with Leng Yichen, and she couldn’t be bothered to remember such insignificant people. But now, she realized that this wretched woman had been drawing attention right in front of her!
And what’s worse, Leng Yichen had even glanced at her a few times?!
This filled her with an indescribable disgust and revulsion, as if her carefully maintained noble image had been sullied by a pile of filthy mud!
However, the current situation lifted her spirits once again.
These two ugly women had finally revealed their ridiculous true selves.
Su Luobing couldn’t help but chuckle softly, elegantly covering her mouth with her hands in an attempt to mask her exaggerated amusement. Yet, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, laughter almost spilling from her throat, and tears of mirth glimmered in the corners of her eyes.
“Hahaha…”
It was simply too funny!
Two women resembling clowns helplessly guarding a pile of trash that had been thrown on the ground, desperately trying to preserve their pathetic dignity. Yet the people around them only grew more mocking and disdainful; it seemed that the harder they tried to protect themselves, the more absurd the farce became.
This spectacle brought Su Luobing immense delight!
She tidied her hair and suppressed her inner laughter as she glided over to Leng Yichen's side, speaking in a soft tone:
“Darling… let’s go. There’s no need to stay here and watch these two freaks.”
Her voice was deliberately gentle, laced with a hint of coquetry, dripping with condescension as if Ye Mo Li and Shen Dudu were hardly worth a second glance from her.
She wanted everyone to know—
These "deformed" women were not worthy of standing in her world!
However, as soon as she finished speaking—
Boom!!!
A tremendous pressure erupted from Leng Yichen, like a sudden storm sweeping through the entire venue.
The air became incredibly heavy.
It felt as if the temperature around them dropped several degrees, and the noise in the room instantly fell into silence. Everyone held their breath, sensing an unfathomable weight pressing down on their bodies and souls.
Su Luobing's smile froze.
She turned to look at Leng Yichen, her heart suddenly trembling, for she saw...
Leng Yichen's hands were tightly clenched into fists, veins bulging, and his knuckles turning white from the force.
He stood there, his face dark with a terrifying expression, an uncontrollable rage seemingly shrouding his brows. In his deep-set eyes flickered a dangerous aura that was about to explode.
Su Luobing's heartbeat quickened, her body instinctively wanting to retreat.
This was the first time she had seen such an expression on Leng Yichen.
—This was not indifference.
—This was not disgust.
——But it was… pure, unbridled rage!!!
Su Luobing's face instantly turned pale, her heart nearly shriveling into a tight knot. She had never seen Leng Yichen display such an expression—cold, restrained, yet filled with a terrifying fury, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, boiling within, ready to consume everything with just a single spark.
Her lips trembled slightly as she forced out a sound, “Dearest… you…”
However, before she could finish her sentence, Leng Yichen suddenly shouted—
“Shut up!!”
Boom!!
The sound was deafening, like a clap of thunder that instantly shattered the silence of the entire venue.
The room fell into dead silence.
Everyone—whether they had been mocking Ye Mo Li and Shen Dudu, standing at a distance watching coldly, or even the entrepreneurs engaged in business negotiations—stopped their actions, their eyes filled with terror as they looked toward the source of the voice.
—Leng Yichen was angry.
In this world, no one dared to provoke Leng Yichen.
Su Luobing felt her blood run cold, her legs weakening uncontrollably. She widened her eyes, her lips parting slightly in disbelief—Leng Yichen had actually yelled at her in public?!
She wanted to say something, but when she met Leng Yichen's gaze, it felt as if an invisible hand had gripped her heart tightly, making it difficult to breathe.
It was a kind of… chilling pressure that could crush a person.
She knew that if she uttered even one more word, Leng Yichen would likely erase her from this place entirely.
She bit her lower lip hard, her fists clenched tightly as she forced herself to endure, refusing to lose control in front of everyone.
At that moment, the entire crowd dared not make a sound, cautiously stealing glances at Leng Yichen's actions, trying to gauge his intentions.
However, his gaze no longer lingered on Su Luobing.
He turned and slowly walked toward Ye Mo Li.
His steps were steady, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Shen Dudu and Ye Mo Li remained awkwardly seated on the ground, their hands still protecting the shattered products. The mocking and humiliating words from earlier echoed in Ye Mo Li's mind, causing her body to tremble slightly.
She could almost foresee Leng Yichen's next words—
"How dare you stand here with such a disgusting thing?"
"Ethan Lux's summit doesn't need freaks like you."
"Get out."
She braced herself for Leng Yichen's harsh humiliation, waiting for this man to use the cruelest words to completely crush her, making it impossible for her to face herself again.
However—
In the next moment, a firm and powerful hand suddenly grasped her wrist.
Ye Mo Li widened her eyes in shock, staring at the person before her—
Leng Yichen lowered his gaze, his deep pupils locking onto hers, then effortlessly pulled her up.
Leng Yichen stood tall, raising a long, slender hand and silently making a subtle gesture to the security team leader beside him.
It was an extremely slight movement, devoid of any unnecessary words or explanations.
Yet, all three thousand security personnel in the venue moved in unison.
— Three thousand men in tailored black suits, each adorned with the exclusive badge of Ethan Lux, surged into the venue like a wave of darkness.
The area was sealed off.
The guests and industry elites present, even those who had just been mocking Ye Mo Li, were all taken aback by this sudden wall of black. They watched in astonishment as the security team members swiftly bent down, efficiently organizing and restoring everything.
Shattered glass bottles were meticulously cleared away, damaged booths were completely restored in less than a minute, and products that had fallen to the ground were cleaned and placed back in their original positions one by one.
These trained security personnel executed their tasks with precision; every step seemed to have undergone military-level drills, leaving no room for hesitation.
— In just one minute, everything returned to normal.
This scene stunned everyone; no one dared to speak again. Even their breathing became deliberately quiet, fearing that even the slightest noise might disrupt this incredible restoration effort.
Amidst this wave of black-clad security, Leng Yichen remained rooted in place, his aura so powerful that those around him did not dare to approach.
He slightly turned his head to look at Ye Mo Li.
At that moment, Ye Mo Li still wore a look of shock. She stared blankly at the security personnel as they quickly restored the booths, seemingly unable to fully comprehend what had just happened.
She never expected Leng Yichen would act this way.
She thought he would despise her like everyone else, humiliate her, and tell her to leave.
But he did not.
Not only did he refrain from uttering any words to belittle her, but he even personally ordered the restoration of everything she had lost.
Before she could react, the corners of Leng Yichen's mouth suddenly curled into a faint smile.
The smile was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, yet it carried a profound significance, as if he had seen through everything and even held a hint of admiration.
His deep, magnetic voice slowly resonated—
"Woman... you have succeeded."
Ye Mo Li was momentarily taken aback, her brows furrowing as she looked at him in confusion. "Succeeded at what?"
In the next moment—
Leng Yichen suddenly reached out with a long, powerful hand, unhesitatingly grabbing hold of the two long braids on her shoulders and pulling them sharply.
Ye Mo Li froze entirely.
—He actually grabbed her Armpit Braids?!
Her pupils trembled violently, instinctively wanting to retreat, but Leng Yichen held her in place with an overwhelming force that rendered her immobile.
The man's gaze was unfathomably deep, imbued with a greedy and arrogant aggression. His voice was low and hoarse, filled with an oppressive intensity: "You have successfully captured my attention."
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