Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1230 1205: Entering the World of the Novel

Su Wanyi and Song Xiaoxiao watched with wide eyes as Ye Chen departed in the small train, disappearing into the distance.

A throng of people was heading his way, but Ye Chen paid them no mind. His sole focus was reaching the mall entrance swiftly to acquire Peach Blossom Drunk and fried chicken.

Upon arriving at the mall's entrance, Ye Chen disembarked from the train and hurried outside, having completely forgotten about the two girls he had brought with him.

By the time the realization struck him, he was already quite far away. Reluctantly, he resigned himself to continuing on foot, making his purchases: two jars of Peach Blossom Drunk from the supermarket and a generous portion of fried chicken from its dedicated shop.

Carrying his goods, Ye Chen sought out an secluded spot, where a dark, swirling wormhole materialized before him. He stepped into it.

This time, however, the experience felt different. Instead of riding, Ye Chen sensed himself plummeting. He speculated if his mode of transport was now an aircraft, a thought quickly dismissed as he landed jarringly in a courtyard.

Miraculously, Ye Chen remained uninjured, and the items he carried were perfectly intact. "This is entirely illogical," he mumbled to himself.

Suddenly, two figures materialized beside him. Ye Chen, who had been preoccupied with his delivery, ensuring it wouldn't be damaged, looked up abruptly upon sensing their presence. Before him stood two captivating young men, appearing to be under twenty years of age.

One, clad in black and with a red ribbon binding his hair, possessed a prominent nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows. Strands of dark hair framed his face, accentuating his handsome, imposing profile.

The other was a picture of classic beauty in white. His handsomeness diverged from the man in black; his smaller face and defined jawline exuded a raw masculine charm and a resolute air. He carried an aura of cold nobility and an arrogant disdain for all.

"Lan Zhan, this individual appears to have dropped from the heavens. His attire is quite peculiar," the man in black remarked, his gaze fixed on Ye Chen with evident confusion.

"Wei Ying, do not concern yourself with that for now. He does not strike me as a malicious person. Let us ascertain if he is injured," the man in white responded.

Hearing their names, Ye Chen's eyes widened in shock.

"Wei Ying? Lan Zhan? Are these not characters from the novel 'Demon Path Ancestor' that I read? Could I have somehow transmigrated into the novel's world?" Ye Chen pondered internally.

Observing Ye Chen's stunned silence, Lan Zhan, assuming he had sustained a head injury, waved a hand before his face. "Might I inquire, esteemed sir, your honorable name? How did you descend from the sky, and are you harmed?"

"Oh, heavens, I am truly within the novel's world!" Ye Chen exclaimed, too ecstatic to even register Lan Zhan's question.

He recalled how intensely he had admired the deep bond between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan while reading the book.

Genuine friendships where individuals would readily sacrifice their lives for one another were increasingly rare, and Lan Zhan's silent devotion to Wei Ying had profoundly moved him.

Seeing Ye Chen unresponsive, Wei Ying, a hint of annoyance surfacing, drew his sword and pointed it at Ye Chen. "Hurry and tell us who you are, boy! Are you some agent of the Wen clan?"

Ye Chen recognized this Wei Ying as a formidable counterpart to Lan Zhan, someone prone to immediate confrontation. He realized he was in a precarious situation.

"Noble sir, let us resolve this peacefully. Please lower your sword; this is exceedingly perilous," Ye Chen urged, gently deflecting the blade. He stood, facing the two young men, and declared, "I am Ye Chen, here to deliver your takeout."

"Takeout?"

The concept was entirely alien to this world, causing the young men to pause in bewilderment.

Ye Chen, however, understood the situation perfectly. This was the juncture in the novel when Wei Ying first arrived at the Cloud Recesses. He had intended to pilfer some 'The Emperor Laughs' wine but was intercepted by Lan Zhan, leading to a scuffle where Lan Zhan accidentally broke a jug of the prized liquor, much to Wei Ying's consternation.

At that precise moment, Wei Ying's thoughts were consumed by the spilled 'The Emperor Laughs,' prompting him to place this unexpected delivery order.

"Just know that I've brought you wine and food. Don't trouble yourselves with anything else," Ye Chen said, scratching his head.

Upon hearing the mention of 'wine and food,' Wei Ying's demeanor instantly softened.

He flashed Ye Chen a smile. "If you had stated your purpose plainly from the start, it would have saved us this. I nearly caused you harm just now."

Ye Chen observed the spirited Wei Ying before him, a thought forming: 'I haven't even had a chance to say a word.'

With the misunderstanding now resolved, all was well. He presented the two earthenware jars of Peach Blossom Drunk and a large box of fried chicken to Wei Ying. 'Young masters, please enjoy your feast,' he invited.

Lan Zhan remained still, but Wei Ying eagerly accepted the offering.

He unsealed one jar of the Peach Blossom Drunk and drank directly from it, exclaiming repeatedly, 'Excellent wine, truly excellent.'

This particular vintage, Peach Blossom Drunk, was far superior to anything known as The Emperor Laughs.

Witnessing Wei Ying's pure delight and enjoyment as he consumed the wine brought a smile to Lan Zhan's own face.

The rules of the Lan Family strictly forbade the consumption of alcohol.

However, considering that he had just been responsible for breaking Wei Ying's wine jug, Lan Zhan felt a pang of guilt and therefore did not intervene to stop Wei Ying's drinking.

Finishing a full jar of wine, Wei Ying then turned his attention to the fried chicken, beginning to devour it.

'So satisfying, it's truly, immensely satisfying,' he declared, his voice layered with the joy of both the drink and the food.

Noticing Lan Zhan still standing idly while Wei Ying indulged in his meal and drink alone struck Wei Ying as somewhat impolite.

Consequently, he retrieved a chicken drumstick from the box and extended it towards Lan Zhan. 'Here, Lan Zhan, you should eat as well. It's incredibly delicious; this is genuinely the most exquisite taste I've experienced in my entire life,' he urged.

Wei Ying was aware that Lan Zhan abstained from alcohol, but he reasoned that chicken should be acceptable, shouldn't it?

Upon receiving the drumstick offered to him, the young man clad in white accepted it and took a bite.

While the chicken was indeed delightful, he did not express his appreciation with the same effusive praise as Wei Ying. Instead, he simply nodded and affirmed, 'Delicious, quite delicious.'

'I was correct, wasn't I? I didn't mislead you,' Wei Ying commented with a grin.

Ye Chen observed the two young men before him, a flicker of envy crossing his mind. In each other's presence, they transformed into entirely different individuals.

The typically fierce Wei Ying became as gentle as flowing water when facing Lan Zhan.

And Lan Zhan, usually so rigidly adherent to rules that he dared not transgress them, repeatedly made exceptions specifically for Wei Ying.

Such a profound connection was beyond the comprehension of ordinary individuals. As Ye Chen watched them share their food and drink, a sense of happiness bloomed within him as well.