After snorting, Su Ningwei said, "Our Su Family has plenty of money, and of course my husband isn't short on it either. You ask what I see in him? My husband is handsome, tall, and sings beautifully—he's a King of Songs and has performed at the Spring Festival Gala. He's gentle, considerate, and devoted. There are countless things worth loving about him. Unlike you: short, ugly, living off your parents, and a philanderer. Other than being born into the right family, you're a useless, womanizing scumbag!"
Seeing Su Ningwei defend him so fiercely despite her adorable demeanor, Ye Chen's heart warmed. His wife was far too cute—even when she was being fierce, she looked beautiful.
Hua Hua's face turned livid from Su Ningwei's retort, but he stubbornly said, "Being born into the right family is a skill too. My dad has plenty of money for me to live off. So what if you performed at the Spring Festival Gala and became a King and Queen of Songs? If they tell you to perform, you still have to come and sing for them. If you'd married me back then, you'd be sitting at the banquet today, enjoying the performances."
Ye Chen's brow arched again.
It was winter. Hua Group ought to grow cold too.
Looks like he would have to go home, tap away at the keyboard, and loosen up his knuckles again. Bringing down Hua Group was no more than a flick of his fingers.
"Who is being so rude? Who said that I invited Ye Chen and Su Ningwei here to sing for money? Ye Chen and Su Ningwei are important guests I personally invited. No one is allowed to slight them."
At that moment, He Ping's stern, displeased voice came from behind them.
Hua Hua had pulled several