As for Ruo Bing, she was dressed in an elegant white silk gauze long dress that perfectly complemented her exquisite figure. The neckline in front dipped slightly, revealing a hint of her delicate décolletage, making her stunningly beautiful. Coupled with the aura of a Saint Realm powerhouse, her charm was even further amplified.
"Beautiful, truly beautiful!"
Ye Luo looked at Leng Ruobing with admiration, and upon hearing Ye Luoâs praise, her face blushed slightly.
"Ruo Bing, if you wear this dress to the wedding tomorrow, Iâm afraid youâre going to steal all the spotlight from your sister-in-law. People who donât know might even think youâre the bride,"
Ye Luo said with a devilish smile.
Ruo Bingâs cheeks were flushed, and a hint of secret delight flickered in her eyes as she shot Ye Luo a coy glance.
"Donât talk nonsense, maybe I should change into something else."
"No need, this one is perfect. When we get married in the future, I will prepare the most beautiful wedding dress in the world for you!"
Ye Luo walked up to Leng Ruobing, his palm caressing her smooth cheek.
Leng Ruobingâs eyes were somewhat dazed as she looked at Ye Luo, filled with endless love.
"Will I ever have the chance to wear a wedding dress?"
Leng Ruobing murmured softly, her eyes filled with deep longing. But inside, she wasnât so sure, as she was well aware that she wasnât the only woman by Ye Luoâs side.
The possibility of legally becoming Ye Luoâs wife seemed slim, and as for wearing a wedding dress and walking down the aisle with Ye Luo, it was something she hardly dared to hope for. Although her heart was full of yearning, she was unsure if she would ever get the opportunity.
"Of course!"
Ye Luo cupped Leng Ruobingâs face, speaking tenderly, "Although I canât give you all a complete love, I will definitely give each of you a grand wedding. Iâll make sure every one of you gets a day in a wedding dress, ensuring youâre forever happy and joyous."
"I look forward to that day."
Leng Ruobing said softly, her eyes brimming with yearning.
"It will happen!"
Ye Luo said confidently and assertively.
After about ten minutes, having settled on their outfits, Ye Luo and Leng Ruobing left the clothing store, planning to head back. However, when they arrived at the parking lot and were about to drive off,
they saw Ye Luoâs car smashed beyond recognition, dragged from its original spot. In its place was a million-dollar, black Aston Martin, flanked by two men in black.
Seeing his car vandalized, Ye Luoâs expression darkened, and a cold gleam flitted across his eyes as he scanned the two men in black.
"Did you two do this?"
The men in black completely ignored Ye Luo, maintaining a cool demeanor.
With an amused smile curling up his lips, Ye Luo walked over and ferociously kicked out with both feet.
Bang, bang. The two men in black were sent flying onto the Aston Martin, then tumbled to the ground.
"You... how dare you hit us?"
The men in black were looking at Ye Luo in agony, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Even if youâre the Heavenly Kingâs father, if you offend me, youâre still asking for a beating!"
Ye Luo huffed disdainfully.
"Itâs you!"
A voice of astonishment suddenly rang in Ye Luoâs ear.
Ye Luo glanced over and saw a young man appearing, attired lavishly, with a sexy beauty in his arms, his eyes filled with surprise as he stared at Ye Luo.
This man was none other than Jiang Familyâs young master, Jiang Feiyun. He had a qualm with Ye Luo before over Yang Bingqian, but ever since Ye Luo had taught him a lesson, he hadnât shown up again, until now.
"Young master!"
The two men in black scrambled over to Jiang Feiyun.
"What happened here?"
Jiang Feiyun frowned as he looked at his two subordinates.
"Was it you who smashed my car?"
Ye Luo pointed to his ruined car and asked flatly.
"This..."
Jiang Feiyunâs expression shifted, not having expected that the random car he smashed would belong to Ye Luo.
"That..."
Jiang Feiyun was about to say something but was interrupted by Ye Luo.
"Thatâs your car, isnât it?"
Ye Luo pointed at the Aston Martin as he spoke.
"Itâs mine."
Jiang Feiyun didnât understand what Ye Luo meant but still nodded his head.
Boom!
Suddenly, a booming sound entered Jiang Feiyunâs ears, causing his heart to tremble fiercely. As his gaze swept over, he was instantly stupefied.
He saw his million-dollar, limited edition sports car, the Aston Martin, had been turned into a pile of scrap metal. The entire frame had collapsed, and the glass windows and car doors were all ruined.
And all of this was done by Ye Luo, who had used just one punch to scrap the million-dollar luxury car.
"You..."
Jiang Feiyun glared at Ye Luo with a face full of anger. He hadnât expected Ye Luo to actually make a move and wreck his million-dollar car with just one punch.
"Pay up!"
Ye Luoâs gaze swept toward Jiang Feiyun as he said this indifferently.
"Pay up?"
Jiang Feiyun looked stunned and asked, "Pay for what?"
"You wrecked my car; shouldnât you pay up for that?"
Ye Luo scoffed.
"But you also smashed my car." Jiang Feiyun clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the rage in his heart.
"I smashed your car because I was in a bad mood and wanted to vent, but you still need to pay for smashing mine. Hurry up."
Ye Luo spoke with a calm demeanor.
Pff!
Instantly, Jiang Feiyun felt an urge to spit blood. Damn it, you smashing my car is just venting, but I have to pay for smashing yours? Thatâs way too shameless.
However, Jiang Feiyun knew how formidable Ye Luo was and thus didnât act impulsively, or else he would surely suffer losses.
After taking a few deep breaths to suppress the anger in his heart, he asked, "How much do you want?"
Ye Luo stretched out five fingers.
"Half a million? Fine!"
Jiang Feiyun said, though half a million wasnât small, he could accept it.
"Five million!"
But as soon as Jiang Feiyun finished speaking, Ye Luo spoke up, striking Jiang Feiyun yet again.
"What? Five million?"
Jiang Feiyunâs face was filled with disbelief, his gaze sweeping over to Ye Luoâs car, which was worth seven to eight hundred thousand.
A car worth seven to eight hundred thousand demanded compensation of five million; this was practically extortion.
"Ye Luo, donât go too far!"
Jiang Feiyun could hardly restrain himself as he stared at Ye Luo and coldly shouted.
"You donât have to give me money, then Iâll hit you ten times, and weâll call it even for the five million."
Ye Luo said blandly.
"Ten punches?" Jiang Feiyunâs expression changed, his gaze sweeping over the Aston that Ye Luo had wrecked with a single punch. He shuddered inwardly, swallowing a gulp of saliva, and a trace of fear flickered through his eyes.
With the force of Ye Luoâs punch just now, not to speak of ten punches, even one punch landing on him would be the end for him. If it were ten punches, he would probably be dead beyond doubt.
"Are you really determined to oppose the Jiang Family?"
Jiang Feiyunâs face turned grim as he glared at Ye Luo through gritted teeth.
"I donât want to waste words." Ye Luo said, while cracking his knuckles.