Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 900 - 875: Golden Husband

Hearing people’s words, everyone was stunned.

How is it possible, a Lykan?

Soone just looked it up online, a Lykan is a sports car worth over a hundred million.

But the owner of this Lykan is actually a delivery courier.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded.

The security guard looked at Ye Chen with respect in his eyes.

They all judge by appearances, behaving like lapdogs to the wealthy, timid and subservient.

But when facing the poor, their attitude is nasty.

"I just saw this Lykan, and thought it was driven by so wealthy young master."

"Didn’t expect the owner of this luxury car is a delivery courier."

"What courier? How could a courier drive a luxury car!"

"Yeah, no need to ask, it must be so wealthy young master coming out to experience life."

"Turns out this courier is a super Divine Rich."

At this mont, everyone’s expression towards Ye Chen changed.

So the courier is actually a wealthy young master experiencing life.

Just now everyone was mocking Ye Chen, but he was driving a hundred million sports car.

Everyone’s face changed color.

The scholarly man who was arrogant just now turned pale.

Damn, he was mocking a wealthy young master driving a hundred million sports car.

Working all his life, he might not even afford a tire from that car.

Thinking about his earlier words, the scholarly man wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

In terms of looks, he’s no match for Ye Chen.

In terms of assets, in front of Ye Chen, he’s just a nobody.

This is too embarrassing.

The scholarly man felt his face was slapped, hard.

In front of Ye Chen, he’s just a complete waste.

At this ti, he suddenly saw Zhao Qingqing’s mother.

His face lit up.

The scholarly man often sends gifts to Mrs. Zhao, recently gifting her an expensive jade pendant.

"Haha, having money is impressive, huh? As long as Qingqing’s mother supports , victory is still mine."

The scholarly man’s face brightened as he approached: "Auntie..."

However, to the scholarly man’s dismay, Mrs. Zhao didn’t even look at him, heading straight to Ye Chen.

"So this is Mr. Ye? My daughter ntions you often. You’ve co downstairs, how about coming to our ho? We can discuss the wedding."

The scholarly man was stunned.

He felt completely lost.

The scholarly man was driven mad with anger and pointed at Mrs. Zhao: "What do you an? I gave you tens of thousands worth of jade pendants to pursue your daughter, and you promised to marry her to !"

Now the scholarly man, unable to maintain his composure, acted like a shrew.

Mrs. Chen snorted coldly: "A pauper like you thinks you’re worthy of my daughter? Get lost, and don’t harass her again, or I’ll call the police."

"Take your useless jade pendant and stop bothering my daughter."

Mrs. Chen threw the jade pendant at the scholarly man.

In her eyes, a golden son-in-law is what’s important; promises an nothing.

Her greatest dream is for her daughter to marry a rich man.

That delivery courier drives a car worth hundreds of millions.

If her daughter marries him, she could enjoy endless wealth and luxury.

The onlookers were all stunned.

The plot is too exciting.

Mother-in-law ruthlessly abandons white-collar courier with a million annual salary.

The crowd felt speechless.

Each of them earned only tens of thousands annually; if white-collars are considered trash, what does that make them?

Imdiately, the spectators too felt a blow.

The most affected was the scholarly man.

Splash!

The scholarly man spat out a mouthful of blood and directly fainted.

"Call 120, soone just spat blood."

The courtyard was chaotic.

Soon, an ambulance arrived and took the scholarly man away.

Mrs. Chen held onto Ye Chen’s hand, finding him increasingly appealing.

Not only does this young man look handso, but he’s also incredibly rich, simply perfect.

"Mr. Ye, why don’t you co over to our place for a light al?"

Mrs. Chen warmly invited.

"Brother Ye Chen, why not stay for a al?"

Chen Qingqing tugged at Ye Chen’s arm, playfully pleading.

Ye Chen actually intended to leave.

But seeing Chen Qingqing’s pitiful look, he couldn’t refuse.

So Ye Chen nodded: "Alright, I’ll co up for a visit."

Ye Chen arrived at Chen Qingqing’s ho.

Mrs. Chen poured Ye Chen a cup of coffee.

"Mr. Ye, please rest while I make dinner. Qingqing, you accompany Mr. Ye properly."

Ye Chen wanted to help, but Mrs. Chen shook her head: "No need, I can handle it."

Ye Chen felt helpless, sipping his coffee on the sofa.

"Qingqing, why don’t you help Auntie?"

Ye Chen felt a bit embarrassed.

Qingqing nodded and went to the kitchen.

Seeing her daughter enter the kitchen, Mrs. Chen wasn’t happy.

"Qingqing, what are you doing in the kitchen?"

Chen Qingqing replied: "Ye Chen suggested I help you."

Mrs. Chen, feeling exasperated, said: "You silly girl, there’s a golden son-in-law sitting there, and you don’t accompany him. What’s this ss? Your task is to win over this golden son-in-law, understand?"

In the kitchen, Chen Qingqing’s face turned serious.

Chen Qingqing blushed: "Mom, it’s not just about his money—I really like Ye Chen."

"Liking is one thing, but you have to keep him under your control for him to be yours."

"Think about it, Ye Chen is so handso and rich. Many girls would like him, so you must be proactive, understand?"

Listening to Mrs. Chen, Chen Qingqing blushed even more.

Mrs. Chen said: "Don’t worry, I have lots of experience with this."

Then Mrs. Chen took out two pills.

"I got these from an old Chinese doctor; now is a good ti to use them."

Seeing the pills, Chen Qingqing’s face changed.

"Mom, what are those for?"

Mrs. Chen laughed: "Once a man eats these, he’ll be unstoppable... Ye Chen will be yours."

Chen Qingqing quickly shook her head: "No! Mom, how could you use this on Brother Ye Chen?"

Mrs. Chen chuckled: "Silly girl, do you want Ye Chen to be your man?"

Chen Qingqing blushed slightly, lowered her head, and said: "I, I do."

Mrs. Chen said: "Then that’s settled. I’m your mom; I wouldn’t harm you. Just do what I say, like this, like this, okay?"

Mrs. Chen whispered a few words in Zhao Qingqing’s ear.

Listening to her mother, Chen Qingqing’s face turned bright red.

"Mom, are you sure we can do this? Isn’t it inappropriate?"

Mrs. Chen said: "What’s inappropriate? A woman needs a good man to be happy. Look at , am I not an example? I won’t let you suffer as I did; listen to —make sure to win over this golden son-in-law today, understood?"

With that, Mrs. Chen directly placed the pills into the soup pot.

Watching the pills dissolve in the soup, Mrs. Chen said smugly: "Alright, done."