207: Return and jokes

Liu Ruyan frowned upon hearing this voice.

Her face was filled with disgust.

The voice was sharp and familiar, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, making her uncomfortable all over.

Immediately after, Ye Chen trotted in with a wobbly gait.

After he entered, his eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere.

He looked anxious, and his hands occasionally tugged at his pant legs, like an ant on a hot pan.

A girl standing next to Liu Ruyan gently poked her arm.

With a look of confusion and curiosity, she whispered, "Huh, isn't that your husband? When did he start walking so femininely?"

Liu Ruyan's face instantly darkened, like a lit gunpowder barrel.

She said irritably, "I don't know him."

Her voice was cold enough to freeze, her eyes full of disdain, not even sparing Ye Chen a glance.

When Ye Chen saw Liu Ruyan, his eyes immediately lit up.

He quickly waddled over, his steps small and hurried, like an old woman with bound feet.

When he got close, he said in a high-pitched voice, "Wife, so you're here. Why did you come over by yourself without waiting for me?"

His voice was thin and sharp, like the cry of a night owl, giving people goosebumps.

The women around, hearing this, looked as if they had seen something dirty.

They showed expressions of disgust, quickly backed away, keeping their distance, as if afraid of catching bad luck.

Liu Ruyan's face grew even uglier, black as the bottom of a pot.

She coldly turned her head, deliberately pretending not to see Ye Chen, and quickly walked to Lu Chen's side.

Her steps were hurried, her high heels tapping an angry rhythm on the floor.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm.

His hands were tightly clenched, his knuckles white from the effort.

His teeth gnashed, and he said viciously, "I knew it, it's you again, hooking up with my wife!"

He stretched out his finger, trembling as he pointed at Lu Chen, his eyes seemingly spitting fire, his face full of resentment.

Lu Chen's lips curved slightly, revealing a calm, faint smile.

He unhurriedly stood up, his hands casually in his pockets, his posture elegant and relaxed.

He tilted his head slightly, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and looked at Ye Chen, saying in a relaxed tone, "You shouldn't speak carelessly. Ruyan is with me willingly."

Hearing this, Ye Chen jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He put his hands on his hips, his body trembling slightly, and loudly demanded, "You're lying! She's my wife, we've been married for so many years, why would she leave with you?"

His voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the quiet room.

Liu Ruyan stood beside Lu Chen, her brows tightly furrowed, her face full of impatience.

She glared at Ye Chen fiercely and said, "Stop making a fool of yourself here. We've been over for a long time."

Her eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth, and after speaking, she leaned closer to Lu Chen, as if to provoke Ye Chen.

Seeing this, Lu Chen gently patted Liu Ruyan's shoulder, as if comforting her.

He looked at Ye Chen, still with that calm smile on his face, and said unhurriedly, "Look at yourself now, where do you even look like a man? Can Ruyan be happy following you?"

His voice was deep and powerful, every word like a heavy hammer striking Ye Chen's heart.

Ye Chen's face turned beet red, like a ripe tomato.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but found himself speechless.

His hands dropped weakly, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

At this moment, everyone else in the room cast curious glances.

Some whispered to each other, discussing softly.

Some looked surprised, watching this sudden farce.

The atmosphere in the room became tense, the air seeming to solidify.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, still wanting to say something more.

Just then, the old lady in the main seat coughed heavily, her face dark, and said discontentedly, "Stop arguing, today is the Celebration Ceremony, don't make a scene here!"

Upon hearing the words of the Liu family's old lady, the scene instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, focused on Ye Chen.

The air seemed to solidify, and the slightest movement could be infinitely magnified.

Then, a middle-aged man, his face full of anger, his facial muscles twitching slightly from fury.

He extended a thick finger, pointing directly at Ye Chen, and loudly rebuked, "Why aren't you getting out of here, making a fool of yourself!"

The voice seemed to carry rolling thunder, reverberating through the spacious hall, making people's eardrums ache.

However, Ye Chen seemed to be under a freezing spell, his feet firmly planted in place, not moving.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing rapid, and the flames of unwillingness burned in his eyes as he stared directly at Liu Ruyan.

As if he wanted to burn a hole through her indifference with his gaze.

Seeing this, the crowd instantly erupted again.

"Why is he still there? What kind of attention does he want?"

A woman in a gorgeous cheongsam, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, whispered.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes full of doubt and disdain.

The man beside her also chimed in, pouting, "Exactly, he's been told off like this, and he's still clinging on, I really don't know what he's trying to do."

For a moment, a low murmur of discussion spread through the crowd, everyone whispering to each other.

Their eyes were full of sarcasm and ridicule, like sharp blades, piercing Ye Chen.

Ye Chen looked at the undisguised sarcasm on the faces of the people around him, and then glimpsed the bone-deep disgust in Liu Ruyan's eyes.

At this moment, his expression suddenly became calm.

Three years of forbearance, the pain of losing his life's root, all seemed to turn into a gust of wind, disappearing without a trace.

Because he knew it was time to reveal his identity; he wanted Liu Ruyan to look at him with new eyes.

He wanted everyone to know that he, Ye Chen, was by no means a soft persimmon to be humiliated at will.

Amidst the crowd's ridicule, Ye Chen slowly raised his head.

His eyes were no longer the previous panic and anger, but instead, a profound calmness and a crazy confidence.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a strange smile, a smile that seemed to tell everyone that a shocking drama was about to unfold.

His chest puffed out slightly, and although his demeanor still carried a hint of feminine delicacy, the Aura emanating from his body made people feel a subtle pressure.

The middle-aged man, seeing that Ye Chen still wouldn't leave, his anger burned fiercely.

He questioned again, "If you don't leave, then quickly present your gift!"

After speaking, he sneered disdainfully, "Could it be that you're too poor to have prepared any gift at all?"

His laughter was sharp and piercing, echoing in the hall, like sharp knives, directly piercing Ye Chen's self-esteem.

Lu Chen, hearing this, couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and he thought to himself, "This flavor is really too strong."

He watched this scene with interest, eager to know how Ye Chen, who had already become a woman, would still manage to show off.

Just as everyone was talking over each other, Ye Chen suddenly took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

Then, with all his strength, he shouted, "The three-year period is over, the Dragon King returns!"

Although his voice was slightly startled due to its sharpness, it was also filled with a unique domineering Aura, an Aura that seemed to penetrate layers of doubt and ridicule, reaching directly into people's hearts.

As soon as his words fell, a neat and powerful sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately after, a group of men in black surged in like a tide.

Each of them was dressed in a black suit, wearing black sunglasses, their steps uniform, exuding a murderous Aura.

The men in black quickly and dominantly surrounded the entire venue, then shouted in unison, "Welcome the Young Lord's return!"

The sound was deafening, as if it would overturn the entire hall, the Aura fierce, making everyone present tremble.

Everyone was instantly too shocked to speak.

Those who had been whispering to each other now had their mouths wide open, their eyes wide, their faces filled with disbelief.

Liu Ruyan also widened her eyes slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them; she had never expected that Ye Chen, whom she had always looked down upon, would actually have such an identity.

Ye Chen looked at the shocked expressions of the crowd, an unprecedented joy welling up in his heart.

He reveled in everyone's gaze, a feeling of being looked up to; his body trembled slightly with excitement, years of forbearance finally released at this moment, he had finally raised his head in triumph.

Ye Chen walked with confident strides to Lu Chen's front.

He slightly raised his chin, looked at Lu Chen triumphantly and arrogantly, and said word by word, "Now, are you sure you still want to stand with my wife?"

His eyes were full of provocation, as if declaring to Lu Chen that he was the Dominator here, and from now on, everyone would have to bow down to him.

Lu Chen looked at Ye Chen, still with that calm, faint smile on his face.

He unhurriedly reached out and gently adjusted his cuff, his movements elegant and relaxed, as if the farce before him had nothing to do with him.

Seeing Lu Chen so calm, Ye Chen's anger flared up.

He violently waved his hand and angrily shouted at the men in black, "Take down this guy who doesn't know what's good for him!"

The men in black instantly, like well-trained hounds, swiftly drew their pistols from their waists, and the dark muzzles were uniformly pointed at Lu Chen; for a moment, a tense, gunpowder-like smell permeated the hall.

Lu Chen looked at the muzzles pointed at him, without the slightest fear in his eyes, but rather a hint of disdain.

He slightly raised his hand and gently moved his fingers, as if summoning something.

In an instant, the knives, forks, and chopsticks on the dining table seemed to be endowed with life, flying up one after another.

They spun rapidly in the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, cold light flashing, like an enraged swarm of bees, rushing towards the men in black.

The first few men in black who rushed forward were struck by the flying tableware before they could even react.

The sharp dining knives cut their skin, blood instantly gushed out, and the forks and chopsticks, like hidden weapons, pierced into their bodies, making them cry out in pain.

The men in black were caught off guard by this sudden attack; they frantically pulled their triggers, bullets raining down on Lu Chen.

Lu Chen neither dodged nor avoided, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier around his body, blocking all the bullets, and then he waved his hand again.

The tables and chairs in the hall also began to shake violently, then flew up one after another, smashing towards the men in black.

A heavy solid wood dining table whistled as it smashed into a group of men in black, knocking them head over heels, the sound of breaking table and chair legs and the screams of the men in black intertwined, the scene chaotic.

Ye Chen looked at the scene before him, his face turning pale, his eyes wide, filled with terror and disbelief.

He never expected that Lu Chen possessed such terrifying strength, and his carefully prepared grand return was so easily shattered by Lu Chen.

"This... how is this possible!" Ye Chen's voice trembled, tinged with despair, his legs slightly weak, his body involuntarily retreating a few steps.

Lu Chen ignored Ye Chen's exclamations; his eyes were cold, like a deep pool on a cold night, making people shiver.

He quickly formed hand seals, and a powerful Qi current surged from his palm, sweeping towards the men in black.

This Qi current, like a tornado, swept the men in black into the air.

They struggled helplessly in the air, their guns dropping one after another, making clattering sounds.

In just a few minutes, the originally formidable men in black were utterly defeated by Lu Chen; they lay scattered on the ground, groaning incessantly, no longer possessing their previous swagger.

Lu Chen slowly walked to Ye Chen's front, his steps steady and powerful, each step like treading on Ye Chen's heart.

He looked down at Ye Chen, still with that calm smile on his face, but in Ye Chen's eyes, this smile was like a devil's grin.

"You... who exactly are you?" Ye Chen's voice trembled, filled with fear and doubt; he looked at Lu Chen as if he had seen a demon god from Hell.

Lu Chen slightly bent down, leaned close to Ye Chen's ear, and whispered, "You don't need to know who I am, you only need to know that in front of me, you are nothing."

His voice was deep and cold, every word like sharp knives, cutting into Ye Chen's heart.

Liu Ruyan stood by, watching all of this, her heart filled with shock.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between Lu Chen and Ye Chen, her expression complex and conflicted.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to have never truly understood these two men; both of them hid too many secrets.

At this moment, the hall was in a mess, tables and chairs overturned, the floor covered with bloodstains from the men in black and dropped weapons.

Everyone was stunned by the scene before them; none of them had expected that what was originally just an ordinary Celebration Ceremony would turn into such a lopsided contest of strength.

Everyone held their breath, quietly watching Lu Chen, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

Lu Chen straightened up, gently dusting off his clothes, as if the battle just now was merely an insignificant little game.