Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: One Million in Pocket Money

For a moment, Huang Changchun’s gaze involuntarily shifted to the officials seated below, but they were all silent at this time, directly ignoring Huang Changchun’s eye contact.

The situation was very clear; all of this was because the Ye Family’s son-in-law was dealing with Huang Changchun, and the opponent had great influence, even bringing Xiong Kuohai and Luo Guanzhong into the fray.

Naturally, they were not foolish enough to help Huang Changchun, but in their hearts, they obviously thought that Xiao Yifeng had the Ye Family make a move; otherwise, how could these two prominent figures be personally involved? However, they were all wrong.

At this moment, Huang Changchun, looking at his once close friends who were now avoiding him, seemed to age a decade in an instant, his previously arrogant demeanor vanished, his eyes filled with defeat.

However, Huang Changchun’s gaze quickly found Xiao Yifeng, and he suddenly rushed forward, kneeling before him, pleading, ”Mr. Xiao, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was all my fault before. Please let me off, I will immediately return Jiang Yuyan to this gentleman, and I will never let my son be with her again.”

Seeing Huang Changchun in this state, his son Huang Dafa, along with Jiang Yuyan’s parents, were completely stunned.

”I’m sorry, I don’t have the ability to help you,” Xiao Yifeng said indifferently. Soon after, Huang Changchun was taken away for investigation, and his final destination was naturally jail.

”Mr. Xiao, Young Master Foss, we’ll take our leave first,” Luo Guanzhong and Xiong Kuohai said to Xiao Yifeng and Foster, then they left the place.

With the departure of these two, the other guests also left the place, leaving only Huang Dafa and his mother, Jiang Yuyan’s family, and Xiao Yifeng’s group.

”Alright, now you two can hold each other properly, and no one will separate you both again.”

Xiao Yifeng said to Fang Zhenghua and Jiang Yuyan, casting a glance at Jiang Yuyan’s parents. Immediately, the color drained from their faces, fear evident in their eyes, and Jiang Yuyan’s mother was quick to react.

”Not anymore, not anymore; I misjudged the situation before. Now we realize that Zhenghua is truly the best match for Yuyan.”

”Do you have money?”

Xiao Yifeng’s gaze turned to Foster, who took out a gold card and handed it to Xiao Yifeng, saying, ”There’s only one million US dollars in here, is that enough?”

”That’s enough,” Xiao Yifeng took the card and handed it to Fang Zhenghua.

”Brother Fang, take this card as my sponsorship for your wedding. I hope the two of you will be happy together,” Xiao Yifeng said.

Fang Zhenghua, Jiang Yuyan, and her parents all wore expressions of disbelief; they had just heard the foreign man say there was a million US dollars inside.

Converted into yuan, that would be at least seven or eight million. To just give it away like that naturally shocked them; however, after their shock subsided, excitement flashed across Jiang Yuyan’s parents’ faces, their eyes feverishly fixed on Fang Zhenghua.

In their eyes, Fang Zhenghua was no longer the poor boy, but a millionaire, especially with someone like Xiao Yifeng standing behind him. Such a son-in-law must be kept at all costs.

”I can’t take this money, Little Feng,” Fang Zhenghua immediately refused.

”If you still consider me a friend, don’t talk like that. Just accept it. You and Miss Jiang have a good chat; we’ll be going now,” Xiao Yifeng said with a smile, leaving with Foster, while Fang Zhenghua wanted to say more, but was stopped by Jiang Yuyan’s parents.

Exiting the hotel, Xiao Yifeng said to Foster, ”Consider that one million as a loan from me; I’ll pay you back when I have the money.”

”No need, it’s just pocket change,” Foster replied indifferently. Clearly, to him, the one million US dollars was nothing but pocket change, a sentiment that, if voiced, would undoubtedly enrage many.

However, Xiao Yifeng knew that to Foster, the second young master of the Foss Clan—one of M Country’s five super-rich families—the million dollars indeed amounted to mere pocket change.

”Come on, let’s go find a place to drink,” Xiao Yifeng said and then prepared to get into the car.

”Little Feng, wait!”

Just then, Fang Zhenghua rushed out.

”Big Brother Fang, I told you to keep the money,” Xiao Yifeng said, thinking Fang Zhenghua had come out to return the money to him.

”No, it’s not about the money, Little Feng. I just got a call from my dad. He said that the Xu Corporation has sent a team of excavators to forcibly demolish our house, and he told me to rush back home immediately,” Fang Zhenghua said with an urgent expression.

Xiao Yifeng’s face darkened as a glint of cold light passed through his eyes. ”Alright, I understand. I’ll handle this matter, so don’t worry. You just take good care of your girlfriend,” he said.

After speaking, Xiao Yifeng got straight into the car, and at that moment, Foster climbed in and said, ”Hope you don’t mind me joining in on the excitement.”

Xiao Yifeng didn’t respond; instead, he slammed the gas pedal, and the Aston Martin roared, turning into a black streak as it shot away.

At the shantytown, outside the Fang Family home, three large excavators had assembled alongside a group of workers. Deng Xin, the man who Xiao Yifeng had tossed into a mud pit the day before, was here too, wearing a sneer.

Fang Zhenguo stood at the forefront, leading a group of shantytown residents, blocking the path of the excavators with an enraged expression.

”Is there no law left? You actually want to forcibly demolish our homes; you’re a bunch of inhumane profiteers!” Fang Zhenguo shouted angrily, holding a shovel and glaring at the group.

”Old man, I’d advise you to step aside now. Otherwise, if you get hurt later, don’t blame us,” Deng Xin said coldly.

”If you want to demolish the house, you’ll have to go over my dead body,” Fang Zhenguo said with resolute conviction.

”It seems you prefer punishment over politeness. Come on, beat them! If anyone dares to stop us, send them to the hospital for a good ten days or half a month,” Deng Xin ordered with a dark look on his face.

In response, the group of workers began to brandish their weapons, ready to attack, while Fang Zhenguo and the residents held their own improvised weapons, fiercely confronting their opponents. Violence was on the brink of erupting.

”What do you think you’re doing?”

At that moment, Dahu and Erhu charged in, exuding a powerful aura as they stared down the workers. After consuming the Tempering Pills given to them by Xiao Yifeng, their strength had reached the level of Dark Energy, and their presence had grown even more formidable.