Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1128: 1103: Threatened

Under the crowd's envious stares, Ye Chen and Song Xiaoxiao exited the claw crane store.

Checking the clock, it was close to ten, so the pair made their way to the parking lot.

Song Xiaoxiao had just buckled into the passenger seat when Ye Chen fired up the engine.

“Xiaoxiao, let me take you home.” Ye Chen said.

“Alright.” Song Xiaoxiao nodded.

She accepted without protest this time, acting all compliant.

The car sped off toward Song Xiaoxiao’s place when she abruptly asked: “Ye Chen, why are you flirting everywhere?”

“???”

The question totally stumped Ye Chen.

With no reply from Ye Chen, Song Xiaoxiao pressed on, “You’re even flirting with the waitress.”

“Flirting? What kind of talk is that.”

Ye Chen complained innocently, “Xiaoxiao, what do you mean? When did I flirt with the waitress?”

Song Xiaoxiao knew deep down she was unfairly blaming Ye Chen, yet the waitress Zhao Ziwei's adoring look toward him had gotten under her skin.

No one enjoys rivals popping up in love everywhere, which left her feeling uneasy.

On top of that, Zhao Ziwei looked pretty good, so Ye Chen might get pulled in by her charms.

“You say you didn’t, but you handed over your name and contact info first—isn’t that for keeping in touch?” Song Xiaoxiao pouted.

This was only Song Xiaoxiao’s doubt though; Ye Chen brushed off the issue completely.

Ye Chen felt at a loss hearing her, yet he held back from explaining further.

In moments like these, more words just make things sound worse, so he chose silence.

Song Xiaoxiao quit talking too upon seeing Ye Chen stay quiet.

Silence hung over the drive, turning the car’s vibe awkward.

Ye Chen switched on the music to lighten the mood.

The car soon pulled up outside Song Xiaoxiao’s home, where Ye Chen parked.

“Xiaoxiao, we’re here.” Ye Chen said gently.

Song Xiaoxiao stepped out and shut the door without uttering a word to Ye Chen.

Anger still simmered in her; she couldn’t voice her emotions right or get pacified easily.

“Xiaoxiao, lock the door once you're inside and hit the hay early.” Ye Chen urged with care.

Lights flicked on inside Song Xiaoxiao’s house, and only then did Ye Chen drive off.

Women really are tricky and moody beings, Ye Chen reflected inwardly, head throbbing.

Precisely for this reason, he stuck to just a couple of girls by his side.

His striking looks pulled in tons of girls, but he dodged adding their contacts to skip the hassle.

These few ladies already gave him plenty of headaches; extras would finish him off.

Ye Chen headed straight home after Song Xiaoxiao’s spot.

Exhausted from the day, he showered quickly and crashed into bed.

Drowsiness was setting in when his phone suddenly buzzed.

A peek showed an unknown number, and Ye Chen almost skipped it.

His fumbling hand in the haze accidentally pressed accept.

From the line came a man: “I told you, this girl is with that guy named Ye Chen.”

Ye Chen instantly pegged it as the flat-haired guy.

Right then, Ye Chen's pulse quickened with a dark premonition.

All traces of sleepiness evaporated in a flash.

“No, we don’t even know each other, threatening him with me is useless, he won’t come, you might as well give up that idea—waiting till tomorrow won’t matter.”

The girl’s shout rang out loud.

Ye Chen recognized the voice as Zhao Ziwei, the claw crane store waitress.

Was this girl in trouble, Ye Chen pondered.

“What on earth do you want?” Ye Chen demanded urgently.

“Nothing, just that our boss wants to have a chat with you.” The other man on the phone said.

“Do you know that’s illegal?” Ye Chen tested.

From the flat-haired guy’s apparent youth, a scare might force him to let Zhao Ziwei go.

“Stop with the nonsense, if you don’t want the girl hurt, come to the abandoned warehouse by Pudong Road immediately.” The man said again.

Ye Chen’s ploy fell flat, meaning he’d need to clash with them to save her.

With Ye Chen silent, the phone man warned: “Kid, afraid to come? You better not play tricks, if we find out you called the cops, you can start preparing the girl’s funeral.”

“We’ll give you half an hour, if we don’t see you, who knows what crazy things we might do.”

With those words, the call cut off.

The girl had stayed close during the call, her mind torn.

Part of her yearned for Ye Chen to show, confirming she meant something to him; another part prayed he stayed away, given the swarm of thugs—how could he handle them solo?

Post-call, the flat-haired guy probed, “What did Ye Chen say on the phone?”

“He didn’t say anything.” A Huang Mao said.

“Did we grab the wrong person? This girl doesn’t know that Ye Chen guy at all.” Another short man remarked.

Zhao Ziwei yelled, “Forget it, I have no connection to Ye Chen whatsoever. Why would he put his life on the line for a stranger? You should just keep waiting here.”

“Shut your mouth, girl. You’ll find out soon enough.” The flat-haired guy bellowed in fury.

“Hmph, you’re no men at all, skulking around with these sneaky tactics.” Zhao Ziwei shot glares at the thugs and declared.

Her sharp words sparked curiosity among the captors.

“Little girl, if your lover boy doesn’t show up in half an hour, we’ll prove just how much of men we are.” The short man tilted Zhao Ziwei’s chin up and sneered.

Right then, his eyes fixed on Zhao Ziwei like a hungry wolf eyeing its meal.

“Keep your filthy hands away from me! I’d die before letting scum like you touch me.” Zhao Ziwei thrashed about.

“Die? No way I’d allow that. I’ll make you savor every moment—killing you would be a total shame.” The short man replied.

“You filthy beasts, lower than dirt!” Zhao Ziwei screamed in rage.

A scowl crossed the flat-haired guy’s face at those words.

“Seal this girl’s mouth quick, or if she alerts any passersby, we’re done for.”

He commanded the short man.

Zhao Ziwei’s beauty was undeniable, yet his priority remained settling the score with Ye Chen over the embarrassment from the claw crane store.

This girl held little appeal for him.

Obeying promptly, the short man sealed her mouth with clear tape.

“Beautiful girl, hang in there. I’ll free you shortly,” the short man cooed softly.

Revulsion filled Zhao Ziwei’s glare toward the hideous man before her.

Minutes dragged on, yet Ye Chen remained nowhere in sight. 03