Once everyone recognized Ye Chen, they were all stunned by his looks.
So it was the car of Song King Ye Chen and Song Queen Su Ningwei. Now this level of fanfare made sense.
After all, the Su Family ranked highly in Yanjing's business circles, and Ye Chen was hugely popular now. Traveling in five luxury cars was already considered low-key.
Ye Chen took the form from the security guard, filled it out, and was respectfully waved through.
Another security guard hurriedly notified the reception staff.
After parking the cars.
Bodyguards immediately held up umbrellas and opened the car doors for Ye Chen and Su Ningwei.
The staff in charge of receiving them were already waiting nearby.
Yu Leilei, the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, had even put aside her work and come downstairs personally to welcome them.
Everyone around them looked at Ye Chen and Su Ningwei with envy and admiration.
As expected of the Song King and Song Queen—even Yu Leilei, the Spring Festival Gala's chief director, had personally come downstairs to receive them. This treatment was far too enviable.
Standing by the car door, Ye Chen bent down to look at Su Ningwei. His eyes were full of tenderness and concern as he gently adjusted the snowy-white fur scarf around her neck, making sure no cold wind could slip inside before he finally relaxed.
Happiness shimmered in Su Ningwei's eyes. After raising her hand to straighten the scarf around Ye Chen's neck, she placed her small hand securely into his warm palm.
Ye Chen held Su Ningwei's hand and helped her out of the car.
Once she got out, Su Ningwei nestled closely against Ye Chen's side, warm and secure.
Holding Su Ningwei's little hand, Ye Chen tucked her bonelessly soft fingers into the warm