Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group

Wu Tong looked at Lin Shiyin and roared.

”Shiyin, I really don’t understand why both you and Professor Zhang had to invite this delivery guy to join the Calligraphy Association. He’s totally not qualified.”

Lin Shiyin responded bluntly.

”Whether he’s qualified is not for you to decide.”

These words made Wu Tong lose face.

Every time Wu Tong spoke tonight, he provoked Lin Shiyin’s dissatisfaction.

Such things never happened before Ye Chen appeared.

Wu Tong blamed Ye Chen for everything.

Pointing at Ye Chen, he said.

”With those terrible characters you wrote, how can you have the audacity to join the Calligraphy Association? Who gave you the courage?”

He then turned to Lin Shiyin.

”Shiyin, no matter what you say, I must state my stance. There’s no way I will allow this pretentious guy to join the Calligraphy Association.”

Lin Shiyin was also getting angry. After all, Wu Tong had never contradicted her before.

No matter how unhappy Wu Tong was, he would always comply with whatever she decided.

But this time, the guy actually went against her.

”Wu Tong, do you think too highly of yourself? What right do you have to not allow Ye Chen to join the Calligraphy Association?”

The anger on Wu Tong’s face dissipated, replaced by a cold smile.

Lin Shiyin had a bad feeling in her heart, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

At that moment, Wu Tong sneered.

”Shiyin, you’re right, I indeed have no right to stop Ye Chen from joining, but at least I can choose whether to stay or leave.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Shiyin’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

”Wu Tong, what do you mean by saying this?”

”Shiyin, what I mean is, if Ye Chen joins the Calligraphy Association, then I’ll leave, can’t I? Out of sight, out of mind.”

Wu Tong said.

Lin Shiyin never expected Wu Tong to say such things; she certainly knew Wu Tong joined the Calligraphy Association entirely because of her.

Wu Tong had pursued her since freshman year.

Because of Lin Shiyin’s beauty, she naturally had many guys around her.

Whenever that happened, Wu Tong would stand up and drive those guys away, acting as Lin Shiyin’s Flower Guardian.

Although Lin Shiyin didn’t have romantic feelings for Wu Tong, she had gotten used to having him around.

Now, hearing that Wu Tong wanted to leave, Lin Shiyin felt a bit lost.

Not because she couldn’t bear parting with him, but because Wu Tong’s calligraphy skills were indeed impressive.

Back in freshman year, he already achieved a high level of proficiency in calligraphy, which led Professor Zhang, who valued talents, to favor him and invite him to join the Calligraphy Association.

Originally, Professor Zhang thought Wu Tong loved calligraphy; little did he know Wu Tong practiced diligently for his inner goddess.

Moreover, Wu Tong’s family was top-notch in Modu, practically a giant.

Because Wu Tong achieved a high level of proficiency in calligraphy, he naturally had a significant influence in Modu’s calligraphy circles.

Lin Shiyin also knew Wu Tong was leveraging this knowledge as a bargaining chip.

She knew that if Wu Tong left the Calligraphy Association because of Ye Chen, it would definitely cause a big sensation.

This responsibility wasn’t something that Lin Shiyin alone could bear.

Seeing Lin Shiyin’s hesitant expression, Wu Tong knew his plan had succeeded.

He said proudly.

”Shiyin, you know why I joined the Calligraphy Association back then—it was entirely because of you. Yet, you’re choosing to break up with me for this delivery guy. You’re really breaking my heart.”

Initially, Ye Chen didn’t want to bother with Wu Tong, but seeing how shameless he was, he couldn’t tolerate it.

”Don’t make yourself sound so noble, it’s making me sick.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Tong’s face became extremely unpleasant.

He always thought his love was noble, so noble that it even moved himself.

But Ye Chen’s words were clearly mocking him. How could Wu Tong tolerate this?

”Kid, what nonsense are you spouting? Watch yourself, or I’ll rip your mouth apart.”

Wu Tong furiously glared at Ye Chen.

”Sorry, I speak plainly; if you don’t like hearing it, feel free not to listen.”

Ye Chen shrugged, looking unconcerned.

Wu Tong couldn’t believe this mere delivery man dared to speak so brazenly in front of him.

This was hard for him to accept, as the young master of the Wu Family who was used to hearing compliments.

”Kid, what’s so great about you anyway? Just writing a couple of poems or playing piano—so what? The Calligraphy Association demands good calligraphy skills to join. Your writing looks like a dog’s scribble. I advise you to be smart and get out.”

Wu Tong shouted.

Lin Shiyin knew Wu Tong was about to get serious, and it made her scared.

If Wu Tong were to start a physical altercation with Ye Chen, she couldn’t stop him.

”Wu Tong, please don’t be impulsive. Let’s wait until Professor Zhang arrives, okay?”

Lin Shiyin spoke while dialing Zhang Ming’s number.

Before, she could still manage Wu Tong.

At the very least, Wu Tong listened to her. But this time, Lin Shiyin knew Wu Tong was beyond control.

The furious man in front of her had turned from love to hate.

Knowing she couldn’t manage him alone, Lin Shiyin had to call Professor Zhang.

Ye Chen wore a fearless smile, saying.

”Wu Tong, do you think writing a few characters makes you great? To me, calligraphy isn’t difficult—I was just too lazy to write properly before.”

Wu Tong didn’t expect Ye Chen to say such things and was filled with ridicule.

”You’re feeling quite self-satisfied, aren’t you? Even if you write properly, it’s still like a dog’s scribble. I think you’re better suited to delivering food, as calligraphy bears no relation to you. I advise you to be smart and not embarrass yourself.”

Upon hearing Ye Chen’s words, Wu Tong almost laughed out loud.

He had seen Ye Chen’s poems, which even elementary students could write better.

Seeing Ye Chen boast like this, Wu Tong was full of disdain.

”Is that what you think?”

Ye Chen asked with a smile.

Wu Tong didn’t bother to respond to Ye Chen.

He thought it was obvious; anyone with eyes could see.

Ye Chen said nothing more and walked over to the desk with writing tools, dipping the brush into ink.

Seeing this scene, Wu Tong felt a cold laugh inside.

He thought Ye Chen’s courage was too great; who gave this guy the confidence to pick up a brush and write in front of him?