Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1115: 1090: Showing Off and Getting Smacked Down

Hu Yong was the name of the young man.

He arrived at Modu University specifically to chase after Song Xiaoxiao.

During the previous family reunion, Hu Yong encountered Song Xiaoxiao initially and got captivated by her stunning looks right away.

On this occasion, he deliberately purchased 999 roses to present to her.

Upon spotting Hu Yong, numerous girls let out excited gasps.

“Wow, he looks incredibly handsome.”

“Check out that Rolex on his wrist—costs more than a million.”

“Rolling up in a Ferrari, decked out in designer labels and a high-end watch, definitely a rich heir.”

The female students nearby gazed at this flashy rich guy with eyes brimming with awe.

Hu Yong relished every moment of the attention.

He stopped a girl walking by and inquired, “Hey beauty, mind telling me the way to the Art Academy?”

Glancing at Hu Yong, the girl’s pretty face flushed red immediately.

“Head right after the entrance, keep going till the end—that’s the Art Academy. Want me to show you?”

Hu Yong declined with a head shake: “No thanks.”

She rated only around seventy percent in attractiveness, not worth chatting up.

Making his way to the office building entrance, Hu Yong caught sight of Song Xiaoxiao by chance.

Thrilled, he prepared to call out to her.

Yet, Ye Chen stood right beside Song Xiaoxiao.

Hu Yong’s face soured in an instant.

The girl he fancied, Song Xiaoxiao, hanging out with some other dude?

Even worse, Ye Chen and Song Xiaoxiao appeared quite intimate.

Hu Yong’s expression grew stormy.

Daring to chase my girl? Looks like I need to pull out all the stops.

“Hmph, I planned to approach you like a regular guy, aiming to capture your heart with pure honesty, but you kept me at arm’s length and ignored me, forcing me to show my real cards—I’m a wealthy second-gen after all.”

“Hu Yong here, heir to a top family with assets in the tens of millions.”

A sudden aura of superiority radiated from Hu Yong.

With a cocky grin full of assurance, he thrust the bouquet into Song Xiaoxiao’s grasp.

“Xiaoxiao, I’ve been waiting ages for you. Here are the flowers for you—hope they please you.”

Catching sight of Hu Yong, disgust flashed across Song Xiaoxiao’s features at once.

Her heart held space only for Ye Chen, no one else.

“Hu Yong, I’m taken now—boyfriend and all. Quit harassing me,” Song Xiaoxiao stated.

Hu Yong shot Ye Chen a glance, contempt twisting his features right away.

He’d assumed a tough rival, but nope—just some penniless loser.

Clad in bargain-basement rags, screaming poverty.

What nerve does a poor slob have to vie with me for a girl?

Time to flex my power.

Staring down Ye Chen with arrogance, he dangled his Ferrari keys.

“Xiaoxiao, fresh off the lot—a Ferrari sports car. Wanted a ten-plus million Maserati, but stock issues, so Ferrari it is for the moment.”

Onlookers gawked in shock.

Man, real money talks—not even thrilled by a Ferrari?

Bike riders gotta be dying inside.

Basking in the crowd’s jealous stares, Hu Yong swelled with conceit.

Hu Yong kept parading his wealth.

“Xiaoxiao, don’t sweat it—once the Maserati shows, this Ferrari’s yours.”

The crowd erupted once more.

Girls gasped, hands over mouths in disbelief.

True baller, tossing a Ferrari like it’s nothing—epic.

Envy lit up many girls’ gazes.

Those fiery looks fueled Hu Yong’s ego further.

Song Xiaoxiao remained utterly unmoved.

After riding in a billion-yuan ride, ten million felt cheap.

Plus, Hu Yong himself? Even a billion-dollar whip wouldn’t sway her.

Ye Chen on a bicycle? She’d hop on happily.

Hu Yong smirked triumphantly.

Ye Chen and Song Xiaoxiao kept mum.

They eyed Hu Yong oddly.

Watching his antics in silence.

Song Xiaoxiao understood Ye Chen well—he thrived on humbling pretentious types.

Then a girl approached: “Sir, need a girlfriend? I’d love to fill the role.”

Seeing this, other girls kicked themselves for hesitating, missing their shot.

Hu Yong eyed the 80% looker, then the 96% Song Xiaoxiao, sneering, “I’m loyal—Song Xiaoxiao’s the only one for me.”

“Wow, loaded and faithful—perfect guy material.”

Girls squealed once again.

Hu Yong beamed with satisfaction.

Smart girl, playing right into it—maybe some fun later.

In the girls’ eyes, Hu Yong shone as prime bachelor gold.

Song Xiaoxiao had enough of Hu Yong’s boasting and snapped coldly, “Ferrari’s nice, but my boyfriend’s ride costs way more—several times yours.”

Hu Yong: “…”

He stood frozen.

Impossible—this ragtag dude’s car topping mine?

What a brutal slap to the face.

He’d just hyped his ride, and bam—slapped down fast.

“My man pilots the newest Wind God supercar, 88 million strong,” Song Xiaoxiao declared.

Hu Yong reeled at her words.

“You... drive an 88 million supercar?!”

Ye Chen grinned faintly, pulling out his keys.

Pressed the fob lightly.

The supercar nearby flashed to life.

No way!

Pfft!

Hu Yong nearly coughed up blood.

He’d been over-the-top boasting.

His Ferrari? Barely 3 million—not worth a tire.

Hu Yong’s cheeks burned hot.

Maximum shame, maximum rage.

He came off like a total fool.

Students around gaped at the turnaround.

“Haha, big show-off starts strong, but they’re the true tycoons.”

“Joke of the day: Ferrari flex, but I top it with Wind God.”

“Peak slapdown—face stinging bad.”

Guys annoyed by Hu Yong’s earlier antics piled on the mockery.

Hu Yong’s face crimsoned deeper amid the jeers.

Ye Chen chuckled, “Okay, Xiaoxiao, dinner time.”

Song Xiaoxiao agreed, “Sure, feeling peckish.”

She linked arms with Ye Chen on purpose as they departed.

Classmates buzzed.

“Real deal boss—super low-key.”

“Totally, crushes that slapped poser.”

“Obviously, looks and power—no contest.”

“Hilarious, him trying to flex on them.”

…

Hu Yong shook with fury hearing the chatter.

Never humiliated like this.

His flexes always crushed before.

Not this time—a huge flop.

Who the hell is Ye Chen?

Gotta dig into this punk’s info.

I’ll flip this around somehow.