Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1117: 1092: We’re Not Your Fans

Hu Yong got hauled off to the police station.

Hu Guang stepped up to give testimony himself, basically handing his son a shiny pair of handcuffs and a full fifteen-day detention stay.

With the cuffs locked on, Hu Yong felt completely hard done by.

Dad had spoiled him silly forever, but who'd have guessed he'd turn so heartless this time!

While that unfolded, Ye Chen pressed on with his food deliveries.

That very day, a new delivery order came Ye Chen's way.

Yet at the doorstep, he spotted it cracked open just a bit.

Ye Chen rapped on the door, but silence greeted him from inside.

What's the deal here?

Ye Chen shoved the door open without delay.

Shock hit him as he beheld an old man collapsed on the floor.

Ye Chen's features twisted in alarm; he wasted no time dialing 120 for the senior.

Dashing to and fro nonstop.

Post-hospital care, the old man's state got much better.

Catching sight of Ye Chen, tears began flowing from the elderly man's eyes.

Though out cold before, he'd caught wind of the chaos outside.

He grasped that this youth had rushed him to the hospital, hustling to sort everything out.

He'd shelled out for the bills from his own wallet and stuck around the bed after the operation.

Musing on his own boys, a wave of loneliness washed over the old man.

This delivery lad showed him more care than his flesh-and-blood sons.

The elderly man sighed: “Young man, thank you.”

“No thanks needed, just part of the job.” Ye Chen offered a light smile.

“How much for the medical costs? I'll pay you back.” The elderly man said.

Ye Chen answered, “Get better first; money talk can wait.”

Having spoon-fed the old man his breakfast, Ye Chen at last departed.

Gazing at Ye Chen's retreating figure, fresh tears poured down the elderly man's cheeks.

If only my own boy were like him.

Right then, the old man resolved on a certain choice.

Just then, Song Xiaoxiao rang up Ye Chen.

“Ye Chen, join me for a bite at Wanda.”

Ye Chen agreed: “Sure thing.”

They headed to Wanda together, where Ye Chen picked out a grilled fish.

Ye Chen picked up on Song Xiaoxiao's downcast vibe.

“Something up?” Ye Chen inquired.

Song Xiaoxiao grumbled: “DouNet's anniversary bash is today, and my fave celeb's performing. But tickets? No luck.”

DouNet?

Ye Chen blinked in surprise.

DouNet happened to be one of Ye Chen's companies, under Hu Guang's watch.

Ye Chen laughed: “Piece of cake.”

He phoned Hu Guang right away.

“Old Hu, snag me a couple tickets to the DouNet event.”

“Right away, Chairman Ye—my boy's dropping them off.”

Ye Chen hesitated: “Your son's free already?”

“Yep, out he is. Gave him and his mom a proper lecture back home.”

Ye Chen: “…”

Talk about tough love; poor Hu Yong's catching it from both sides.

Roughly thirty minutes passed before a capped guy showed up before Ye Chen and Song Xiaoxiao.

Ye Chen frowned: “Hey sir, need something?”

Hu Yong yanked off his cap: “Mr. Ye, tickets as requested.”

Only now did Ye Chen clock it was Hu Yong.

Still, Hu Yong cut a sorry figure.

Face all bruised and swollen, he was hard to make out.

His folks had really laid into him good.

“Mr. Ye, here's your pair of prime VIP tickets—full celeb interaction perks.”

Ye Chen gave a nod.

These were exclusive passes for the elite; cash alone wouldn't snag them on the open market.

“Got it. Off you go.”

Ye Chen dismissed him with a wave.

Hu Yong bowed deeply to Ye Chen before scurrying away.

Regret gnawed at him hard; messing with Ye Chen had cost him this beating.

The next day, the DouNet annual gala kicked off at last.

Song Xiaoxiao buzzed with excitement.

Tons of A-list stars were set to grace the DouNet gala.

“Ye Chen, you're a lifesaver—thanks a ton!” Song Xiaoxiao beamed.

“All good, glad it cheers you up.”

Ye Chen grinned: “Oh, one little secret for you.”

“Spill—what is it?” Song Xiaoxiao wondered, curious.

“Wait till you're seated; it'll blow your mind more.”

“Huh?” Song Xiaoxiao started.

True enough, stepping into the hall left Song Xiaoxiao utterly dumbfounded.

No way did she imagine Ye Chen pulling super VIP spots for her.

The stars sat mere meters distant.

For a celeb fanatic like Song Xiaoxiao, the thrill was off the charts.

Ye Chen and Song Xiaoxiao settled into their seats.

That's when celeb Chen Yifan strolled over, entourage in tow.

Chen Yifan had skyrocketed in fame lately.

This year especially, landing a prime DouNet guest spot.

Word was, DouNet invitees boasted killer IPs.

His gala presence screamed top-dog status.

Ye Chen needed a quick bathroom break.

Stepping out, his striking looks pulled stares galore.

“Whoa, check out that hunk!”

“Some DouNet star?”

“New face—who's the guy?”

Reporters and paps whipped out cameras, clicking away at Ye Chen.

Then Chen Yifan arrived on scene.

Eyes on the fan cluster at the door, he froze briefly.

Pride swelled across his face next.

Gottta be my star power drawing this crowd; they're all for me.

Spotting fans snapping shots, Chen Yifan's ego inflated further.

He barked at his crew, “Keep these pests from sneaking my pics—such a drag.”

Chen Yifan played the aloof celeb card.

But stars couldn't clash with fans head-on, so assistants got dispatched to clear them.

The assistant, following orders, jabbed a finger at the shooters: “Hey, who said you could snap Fan Fan on the sly?”

Fans blinked in confusion.

“Fan Fan who? Who's shooting Fan Fan?”

“Our target's not griping, so why the fuss?”

Chen Yifan watched his aide bicker with fans, irritation bubbling.

“Moron, can't even shoo a few fans.”

Chen Yifan snapped, “You fanatics and your nonstop snapping—ever think celebs crave privacy too? Quit hounding us; I've got rights!”

Just then, Chen Yifan's bodyguard barreled in, aiming to yank fans' phones.

Fans gaped: “Your fans? You joking?”

“Yeah, we weren't after your sneaky shots,” fans shot back.

“Hmph, still lying. Plenty like you before.” Chen Yifan sneered, snatching a phone outright.

“See? This shot—wait...”

Staring at the images, Chen Yifan went slack-jawed.

A guy filled the frame alright, but not him—it was some drop-dead gorgeous dude.

Chen Yifan prided his own hotness, yet this fellow eclipsed him entirely.

The stranger's appeal totally stole the show.

Flipping through more phones confirmed: zero pics of him.

Total embarrassment!