After the divorce, the aloof CEO begged me not to withdraw my investment.

Xiang Qiang walked straight up to Qi Xue, completely ignoring Ye Feng beside her, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration: "You look absolutely radiant tonight, this dress suits you perfectly."

Qi Xue smiled politely, but her tone was slightly cold: "Thank you, Mr. Xiang."

She subconsciously took a step closer to Ye Feng, a subtle movement that did not escape Xiang Qiang's notice.

"And this is..." Xiang Qiang finally noticed Ye Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into contempt.

He looked Ye Feng up and down. He was dressed in an ordinary suit and looked like an ordinary passerby. How could he be with a beauty like Qi Xue?

A sour smell filled the air, and Xiang Qiang's tone was tinged with sarcasm: "Qi Xue, aren't you going to introduce her?"

Before Qi Xue could speak, Ye Feng said first, "Hello, I am Liu Qingyi's friend."

He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

"Liu Qingyi's friend?" Xiang Qiang was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "I see."

He felt even more disdain. Did someone who could only be here because of Liu Qingyi deserve to stand next to Qi Xue?

Ye Feng remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard his sarcasm. He took out his phone and tried dialing Mr. Zhang's number again, but the call still wouldn't go through.

A sense of unease crept into my heart; things were getting stranger and stranger tonight.

"What? Can't get in?" Xiang Qiang noticed Ye Feng's actions and his tone carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Ye Feng ignored him and continued making phone calls.

“Hey you,” Xiang Qiang leaned closer to Ye Feng, his tone tinged with a hint of smugness, “this place is members-only; you can’t get in without an invitation. But for Qi Xue’s sake, I’ll take you in.”

Ye Feng finally raised his head, glanced at Xiang Qiang, and said calmly, "Then I'll trouble you."

Upon hearing Ye Feng's agreement, Xiang Qiang became smug, as if he had accomplished something extraordinary. He puffed out his chest and turned to Qi Xue, saying, "Let's go, Qi Xue, I'll take you inside."

He deliberately emphasized the word "you" as if to assert his sovereignty.

Qi Xue glanced at Ye Feng with a slightly apologetic look, and Ye Feng gave her a reassuring look.

Xiang Qiang took out his membership card and waved it in front of the security guard, who immediately opened the door respectfully.

"Please come in."

Xiang Qiang walked ahead, deliberately slowing his pace, waiting for Qi Xue to catch up.

He caught a glimpse of Ye Feng following behind, and felt a surge of smugness, as if he had finally vented his anger on Qi Xue.

He could even feel the grateful look in Qi Xue's eyes, which made him even more elated.

The crystal chandelier cast its light, illuminating the banquet hall as if it were daytime. Elegantly dressed guests mingled, glasses clinked, and the rich aroma of champagne mingled with the scent of expensive perfumes, filling the entire space.

Ye Feng stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of champagne, but didn't touch it.

The transparent liquid reflected his slightly tired face and the barely perceptible restlessness deep in his eyes.

Qi Xue was called away for work, leaving him alone in this social gathering, like an outsider.

He looked around listlessly, trying to find a moment of peace in the noisy environment.

He felt a strange sense of annoyance as he was surrounded by commercial flattery and insincere small talk.

He pursed his lips, downed the champagne in his glass, and the bitter liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, but it did nothing to alleviate the frustration in his heart.

Just then, a slightly mocking voice came from behind: "Hey, isn't this Ye Feng? What are you doing here drinking alone?"

Ye Feng turned around and saw a well-dressed man standing behind him with a half-smile on his face.

The visitor was Qian Yu, the heir to Zhiqiang Group, another business giant in Yunhai City.

He was tall, dressed in a well-tailored suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he exuded an aura of arrogance.

Ye Feng recognized him. Qian Yu was also one of Liu Qingyi's suitors. Qian Yu had harbored resentment towards Ye Feng since Ye Feng and Liu Qingyi got married.

"Qian Shao," Ye Feng replied calmly, his tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation. "Long time no see."

"Long time no see?" Qian Yu scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "I heard you and Liu Qingyi got divorced? What, were you kicked out?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he still managed to control his emotions and ignored the other party's provocation.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Qian Yu became even more smug upon seeing this. "Now you know you regret it, don't you? Liu Qingyi was mine back then..."

Qian Yu spoke eloquently, his tone filled with boastfulness and pride.

He boasted about his family business and the projects he was about to develop in conjunction with certain domestic entertainment companies and capital, as if he had already reached the pinnacle of life and Ye Feng was just a loser under his feet.

The surrounding guests began to notice the commotion and cast curious glances their way.

Ye Feng felt an invisible pressure coming towards him, but he remained silent, not wanting to get entangled with Qian Yu.

"I heard you haven't been doing so well lately," Qian Yu continued, his tone growing increasingly sarcastic. "You can't even find a decent job, and you can only rely on women..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng interrupted him.

“You have little money,” Ye Feng’s voice was deep and powerful. “I respect you as Liu Qingyi’s friend and don’t want to argue with you. But if you continue to speak rudely, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

Qian Yu was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Ye Feng to suddenly retaliate.

Enraged, he shoved Ye Feng's shoulder, his tone even more arrogant: "Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that?"

Ye Feng's eyes turned cold; he could no longer tolerate the other party's provocation. He grabbed Qian Yu's wrist and twisted it forcefully, causing Qian Yu to let out a scream.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng executed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming Qian Yu heavily to the ground.

A loud bang immediately drew everyone's attention. Guests gathered around, buzzing with discussion.

Qian Yu lay on the ground, clutching his aching shoulder, his face contorted, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. He never imagined that Ye Feng would dare to attack him.

Ye Feng stood to the side, his expression cold and stern. His gaze swept over the surrounding crowd, and a powerful aura emanated from him, intimidating everyone.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, like a taut string that could break at any time.

Qian Yu scrambled to his feet, his face burning with pain, not just physically, but also psychologically.