Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1138 - 1113: Receiving Bai Suzhen’s Gift

As Ye Chen was on the verge of departing, Bai Suzhen abruptly called out, "Sir, please wait."

Ye Chen quickly halted his steps, gazed at the stunning woman before him, and pondered, "Is this White Snake so impatient to wed me already?"

"Miss Bai, anything else?" Ye Chen inquired, flashing a grin.

"Sir, accept this Golden Silk Armor; it defies blades and swords, guaranteeing your protection. Hurry back soon; we shall await you here."

Tears welled up in Bai Suzhen's eyes as she uttered those words.

Ye Chen perceived her deep unwillingness to separate, yet no alternative existed. He needed to head back to his own world and couldn't linger much longer.

Moreover, he wasn't truly Xu Xian, and Bai Suzhen pursued Xu Xian solely to settle a debt of gratitude.

No such gratitude linked Ye Chen to her, nor any future entanglements.

"Sister, don't act this way. The gentleman is merely heading home for a quick word; he's not abandoning us forever." Xiaoqing hastily soothed her.

Yet Xiaoqing hit the mark; after Ye Chen departed, he wouldn't come back, and reunion timing remained unknown.

Though loath to abandon the beauty, he had no option. The delivery succeeded, and his mission concluded.

Bai Suzhen watched Ye Chen's receding silhouette with profound reluctance, naively lingering in place for his return.

Having said goodbye to the sisters, Ye Chen located a deserted alley, activated a wormhole, and stepped through.

At that instant, a woodcutter elder strolled by, witnessed the sight, and promptly dropped to his knees.

He repeatedly cried, "Immortal, Immortal."

Thus, the elder mistook Ye Chen for a deity, prostrating and bowing nonstop until Ye Chen vanished into the wormhole.

Back in the real world, Ye Chen drove off.

En route, his phone rang incessantly.

He checked it briefly and noticed Song Xiaoxiao calling once more; he held no grudge against her, chiefly since he'd cut off calls multiple times mid-sentence.

The young woman sensed something amiss with Ye Chen, certain he'd run into trouble, her heart filled with worry and frustration.

"Xiaoxiao, what's the matter?" Ye Chen picked up, asking with a smile.

"Ye Chen, what's happening? Why do you keep cutting me off?" Song Xiaoxiao demanded, her voice laced with anger.

"Xiaoxiao, here's the deal—remember the female clerk from the claw machine store who defended us that day? She..."

These words triggered an alarm in Song Xiaoxiao's mind, the girl's face instantly surfacing in her thoughts.

Undeniably, that girl possessed striking beauty, the sort that lingers unforgettable after a single look.

"Ye Chen, how could you fall for another?" Right then, Song Xiaoxiao's eyes brimmed red, tears on the brink.

Ye Chen wondered what was wrong; he hadn't even completed his explanation.

"Xiaoxiao, settle down first—will you let me finish?"

Having caught the sobs over the line, Ye Chen urged swiftly.

"Fine, let's hear it." Song Xiaoxiao dabbed her tears, replying in a chilly tone.

"What occurred was this: yesterday, she got kidnapped on my account. I've saved her, but her face got ruined."

He gave Song Xiaoxiao a straightforward account, skipping Zhao Ziwei's hospital escape and his role in retrieving her.

Women could prove somewhat jealous, and Ye Chen worried excess details might fuel Song Xiaoxiao's wild imaginings.

"That Zhao Ziwei girl is truly unfortunate—Ye Chen, you must look after her properly." Song Xiaoxiao nibbled her lip as she spoke.

Though reluctant for her boyfriend to tend another woman, Zhao Ziwei's disfigurement stemmed from Ye Chen.

Even without her urging, Ye Chen would visit the hospital often; better to seem generous.

"Xiaoxiao, rest easy." Ye Chen assured her, smiling.

Song Xiaoxiao's words delighted Ye Chen greatly, ensuring no clashes between them over his hospital trips to Zhao Ziwei.

One issue still gnawed at Ye Chen: his vow to Zhao Ziwei's mother to care for the girl lifelong.

He'd spoken those words sincerely, yet explaining them to Song Xiaoxiao posed a challenge.

Suddenly, Song Xiaoxiao remarked, "Okay, Ye Chen, that's enough chat. Since last night, I've fretted over you, overanalyzed everything, and slept poorly. Time for a solid nap now—I have professor class this afternoon."

Understanding why Ye Chen hung up eased the burden on Song Xiaoxiao's heart.

Her studies demanded attention, preventing full focus on Ye Chen.

Song Xiaoxiao avoided clinginess; she believed Ye Chen's presence in her times of need sufficed.

For the remaining time, each of them enjoyed their personal space.

"Mm, silly girl, get some good rest." Ye Chen ended the call and hung up.

Driving onward, he noticed a cake shop alongside the road.

Ye Chen pondered, "Don't girls all love sweets?"

He planned to buy a cake, deliver it straight to Song Xiaoxiao’s school, and invite her out for dinner that evening to apologize.

After all, guilt gnawed at him for causing the girl such prolonged worry.

He pulled the car over to the curb and was on the verge of stepping into the shop when a gang of tattooed bruisers clutching sticks materialized abruptly.

Passersby paled in terror and let out screams at their sudden emergence.

Thanks to his sharp instincts, Ye Chen realized these thugs were coming for him.

He eyed the advancing bruisers with caution. Outnumbered heavily, he was obviously in a bind.

Besides, amid such a bustling public spot, Ye Chen dared not deploy his special abilities.

In today's world packed with crowds, anyone could capture the clash on video and share it online, sparking major issues.

Yet confronting such a horde, staying passive simply wouldn't do; Ye Chen refused to gamble with his life.

"Run."

That notion raced through Ye Chen’s thoughts.

Ye Chen’s velocity knew no equal; he picked up speed and bolted far away.

The pack of bruisers tailed him relentlessly.

Once he hit a secluded zone, Ye Chen could take them all down.

Shaking them off would be simple, yet Ye Chen aimed to eradicate the danger for good.

Nearly half an hour into the chase, his pursuers still clung on.

With a dead end looming and no souls nearby, Ye Chen’s lips curled into a sinister grin.

Noticing Ye Chen boxed in, the bruisers smirked too, musing, "This kid’s done for today."