Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1120: 1095: The Most Humiliating Day

The director fumed, “Whether you're a star or not, you've got the nerve to offend my boss, Ye Chen.”

“Boss?”

Hearing this, Chen Yifan stood there stunned.

Ye Chen was merely a spectator at the annual gala—how could he possibly be the boss of DouNet?

Before Chen Yifan could unravel the mystery, the security guards hoisted him up.

“I'm a top celebrity, and you're daring to handle me this way.”

Regardless of Chen Yifan's screams and protests, the guards carried out their orders without a care for his stardom.

“My fans hold real power—if they learn how you've mistreated me, they'll come after you all. Just you wait.” Chen Yifan kept thrashing about.

As a major celebrity, he'd never faced such indignity before; this day marked the ultimate humiliation of his career.

Right after those words left his mouth, the guards hurled him out of the hall.

Scrambling to his feet in disarray, Chen Yifan brushed off the grime with a face twisted in fury.

He'd landed face-down during the toss, swallowing plenty of dirt in the process.

Spitting out grit, Chen Yifan shot a venomous glare at the venue and snarled, “Alright then, for treating me like this, just you wait—I'll make you regret it.”

“Hey, quick, isn't that Chen Yifan?” the reporters at the entrance shouted, surging toward him.

Chen Yifan was the hottest celebrity at this gala, and everyone craved the scoop for headlines.

They'd expected him to emerge amid a entourage, bathed in camera flashes.

Instead, the superstar got booted out—whoever did that would make waves on the front pages for sure.

Usually, Chen Yifan loved the photo ops.

But not today; he was in utter disgrace, and if these pics hit the internet, he'd never live it down.

“Back off, all of you—I'm warning you, stop snapping pictures.”

The reporters paid no heed to Chen Yifan; juicy news like this demanded coverage.

Everyone sensed something fishy—why on earth was Chen Yifan ejected from the hall?

Even as Chen Yifan shielded his face with his hands, it proved useless.

Worse still, some onlookers posted the clip of his threats to the press online.

Instantly, the internet blew up with comments.

Naturally, it was a barrage slamming Chen Yifan for his diva antics, filled with harsh criticism.

“Chen Yifan, a big star? What a joke with that attitude.”

“A celebrity who doesn't even watch his own image.”

“Gotta be Chen Yifan's fault, or why would the organizers dump a star like that?”

“So mortifying, he probably won't show his face again.”

“Bet no one's inviting him to gigs after this—the shame is too much.”

His assistant caught sight of the video and comments, pacing frantically in distress.

They'd aimed to skyrocket Chen Yifan's fame via the gala, but it had exploded in their faces.

Now, with the event still ongoing, Chen Yifan got tossed out—and worst of all, it was his own doing.

Watching that footage left the assistant in a panic; a Weibo apology seemed unavoidable, plus tons of damage control.

“No more filming, please, stop it.” The assistant called out, pushing through the throng.

Then, turning to Chen Yifan, he urged, “Yifan, let's get out of here.”

The assistant feared Chen Yifan might snap further, sparking a fight or even assaulting someone.

If things spiraled, it'd be a nightmare—possibly blacklisting Chen Yifan from showbiz for good.

Back at the venue, the crowd reeled in shock.

The show hadn't wrapped, yet Chen Yifan was unceremoniously dumped.

Even more shocking, the organizers backed Ye Chen over a A-list star like him.

These celebrities were typically untouchable elites—how could anyone handle one so roughly?

The spectacle left the area deathly quiet, where even breaths seemed audible.

The host shattered the hush.

“As a performer at the annual gala, Chen Yifan halted his act halfway, stirred up fights, tarnished the public image, and disrupted the event badly. Per the contract we signed earlier and these facts, we'll sue for breach and call on authorities to address Chen Yifan's behavior.” The host declared grimly.

Next, he bowed deeply to Ye Chen with another apology.

The host's moves left everyone dumbfounded.

Ye Chen might be striking, but Chen Yifan was a bona fide superstar of immense clout.

Why the groveling announcement and sincere bow to Ye Chen?

Hosts rarely apologized to mere audience members—this was unprecedented.

The world never ceased to amaze.

At last, realization dawned, sparking murmurs.

“This guy's not just good-looking; he's got serious pull too.”

“Maybe a hidden tycoon in disguise?”

“So low-key yet powerful—lucky us to witness it, total envy.”

“Hey, he's my fave—what's it to you?”

All of a sudden, two girls in the crowd started bickering.

From the VIP seats, Song Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly, pondering how hunks always drew the spotlight.

Ye Chen felt a headache coming on; he craved the shadows, but his prowess kept pulling him center stage.

Lingering onstage risked more chaos—time to head back.

Ye Chen gave a casual wave, staying silent.

Noting Ye Chen's composed demeanor, the host breathed easier.

The director had ordered the apology; displeased Ye Chen meant doom for them all.

The director eased up upon seeing Ye Chen's face.

Descending the stage, Ye Chen made for his seat.

His steps ignited cheers and shrieks from female admirers.

“Cutie, I adore you—be mine!”

“From this day, you're my one and only.”

“You're perfect for me; I need you.”

These declarations sent chills down Ye Chen's spine—he wanted no part in stirring these fans.

The host onstage appeared uneasy; the gala stars were meant to shine, yet Ye Chen stole the show.

Female fans chanted Ye Chen's name nonstop, turning the event into his solo concert.

The shouts rang out endlessly, refusing to fade.