Chapter 82: The Head of the 4 Great Guardians, Cyan Dragon

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: The Head of the 4 Great Guardians, Cyan Dragon

He looked at Wang Luyao and said with a straight face,

"Luyao, do you have any idea how valuable this ticket is? It’s practically impossible to get one now—they’re worth their weight in gold. Even my family only managed to get two. If I give this one to you, my own father won’t be able to go. So..."

Wang Luyao looked at the long-haired man, frowning. "Just say what you want to say. Stop beating around the bush."

The long-haired man smiled and said, "What I mean is, this ticket is too valuable. My dad would never let me just give it to some random person. So, if you want this ticket, you have to agree to be my girlfriend. Only then will my dad approve."

When Wang Luyao heard this, her pretty face instantly turned cold. "Zheng Jia, I was wondering why you were being so solicitous for no reason. So you were after me all along. Well, let me make this crystal clear: I don’t want your ticket!"

With that, she turned to leave. But the long-haired man named Zheng Jia took a step forward, blocking her path, and cried out anxiously,

"Luyao, don’t reject me! Please say yes! You know I love you!"

As he spoke, he reached for Wang Luyao’s hand. Wang Luyao dodged to the side, but Zheng Jia pursued her. Her eyes were filled with disgust.

Just as she was wondering how to escape Zheng Jia’s pestering, she saw Ye Feng standing nearby. An idea popped into her head. She walked right over, looped her arm through Ye Feng’s, and looked at Zheng Jia.

"Zheng Jia, I might as well tell you—he’s my boyfriend. So there’s no chance for us!"

The corner of Ye Feng’s mouth twitched up. He kept his hands in his pockets and didn’t move away.

’Until he could confirm Wang Luyao’s identity, there was a fifty percent chance she was the one he loved.’

’This long-haired punk was trying to make a move on Wang Luyao, essentially challenging me. Even if she hadn’t used him as a shield, he was planning to step in anyway.’

Hearing Wang Luyao’s words and seeing her clinging so intimately to Ye Feng, a cold glint flashed in Zheng Jia’s eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a cold sneer.

"Luyao, you’re the president of a company, for crying out loud. How could you be with some random nobody? You’re just using him as a shield. You can’t fool me."

"You call him a nobody? I think *you’re* the nobody! I think he’s much better than you!" Hearing Zheng Jia belittle Ye Feng, Wang Luyao got fired up and retorted without holding back.

"You..." Seeing Wang Luyao defending Ye Feng so fiercely, Zheng Jia was consumed with rage. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and looked at Ye Feng with another sneer.

"Trash. How about this? If you can get Luyao a ticket to the Grand Elder’s banquet, I’ll admit you’re not trash. And from now on, I’ll stop pestering Luyao.

"But if you can’t, then you’re nothing but a complete loser. You don’t deserve Luyao, and you should get the hell away from her and let her be my girlfriend. Do you dare make this bet with me?"

Wang Luyao immediately cried out, "Ye Feng, don’t listen to him! I don’t care whether you can get a ticket or not!"

But Ye Feng just said calmly,

"How could I not fulfill such a small request for my girlfriend? This ticket, I’ll get it for you."

With that, he took out his phone and made a call. "Grand Elder, I’ve decided to do you the favor. I’ll attend the banquet this afternoon.

"But I want to bring a few people. Have some tickets sent over to me. I’m at the entrance of the Angel Clothing Company right now!"

Ye Feng hung up, looked at Wang Luyao, and said,

"Just wait. The tickets will be here shortly."

The moment Ye Feng’s voice fell, Zheng Jia, standing opposite him, burst into wild laughter. "Wow, I’ve met braggarts before, but never one who could boast like this!

"Doing the Grand Elder a ’favor’ by attending his banquet? Demanding he send over tickets with a single sentence? Do you have any idea how much a single ticket is going for right now? I’ll tell you—five hundred thousand!

"Let me tell you, not even Yuan Long, the head of Jiangcheng, would dare to make such a bold claim! And you have the gall to spout such nonsense here? This is killing me!

"Luyao, where did you find such a weirdo? Ah, I’m dying!"

This time, even Wang Luyao felt Ye Feng had gone too far with his boasting. She glared at him, frowning. "Ye Feng, I already told you I don’t mind not having a ticket! Why are you saying such ridiculous things? Is there any point?"

Ye Feng looked at Wang Luyao and said with a straight face, "I’m not saying ridiculous things. I’m telling you the facts. Just wait, the tickets will be here soon."

"You..." Wang Luyao glared at Ye Feng, not wanting to speak to him anymore.

Beside them, Zheng Jia was laughing so hard he was doubled over. "Wow, he’s gotten addicted to bragging, has he? ’The tickets will be here soon,’ ha! I’ll just wait right here. I’ll wait and see how you make a fool of yourself and how you’re going to crawl away from Luyao, ha ha..."

"Ye Feng, if you keep bragging, I’m going to get really angry!" Wang Luyao couldn’t take it anymore. She glared at Ye Feng and yelled.

But Ye Feng just looked at Wang Luyao with a sly grin. "Wang Luyao, let’s make a bet. If I really get the tickets today, you have to agree to let me see your chest."

"You..." Wang Luyao stared at Ye Feng, her eyes burning with fury. ’How dare he flirt with me like this in front of an outsider? Does he have no shame?’

So she stared at Ye Feng and said through gritted teeth,

"Fine, I accept! But if you can’t do it today, I swear I’ll beat you to death!"

"Deal!" Ye Feng snapped his fingers.

Seeing this scene that bordered on flirtation, Zheng Jia instantly understood that their relationship was definitely not ordinary.

The thought that the goddess of his heart had been intercepted by this bastard made Zheng Jia’s rage burn anew. A murderous intent filled his eyes. He quietly took out his phone and sent a text message.

...

About ten minutes later, a Bentley sedan screeched to a halt in the parking lot in front of Angel Clothing. A man in a sharp suit quickly ran over, looked at Ye Feng, and spoke respectfully.

"Mr. Ye Feng?"

"Yes." Ye Feng gave a slight nod.

After confirming Ye Feng’s identity, the man in the sharp suit took a thick stack of tickets from his briefcase and handed them to Ye Feng with both hands, saying respectfully,

"By order of the Grand Elder, I’ve brought you one hundred tickets. Please accept them."

Ye Feng took the tickets, handed them to Wang Luyao, and said with a grin, "Luyao, I got the tickets for you. Well? I wasn’t bragging, was I?"

"Ha ha..." The moment Ye Feng finished speaking, Zheng Jia, who was standing nearby, started laughing so hard he couldn’t stand up straight.

"One hundred tickets? Bastard, are you pulling some kind of epic joke? Do you have any idea how many tickets the Grand Elder issued in total? I’ll tell you: a mere two hundred! And he sent one hundred of them to you all at once?

"You’ve got to be kidding!

"You bastard, if you’re going to hire an actor, at least get a convincing one! A performance this full of holes... do you take us for idiots? What a fucking moron, ha ha..."

Wang Luyao, who had been looking thrilled, heard Zheng Jia’s words and looked at Ye Feng with doubt on her face. ’Could it be? Did Ye Feng really hire an actor to trick me?’

But just then, the man in the sharp suit spun around and glared at Zheng Jia, his voice ice-cold. "You dare say that I, Cyan Dragon, am a fake?"

"Cyan Dragon? You’re Cyan Dragon, the head of the Grand Elder’s Four Great Guardians?" Hearing this, Zheng Jia shrieked as he looked at the man. In the next instant, his face became deathly pale.