My beautiful CEO wife-Chapter 1719: Honey, Let’s Go!

Ye Zhengyang looked at Lan Yi’s back with some confusion. Although he couldn’t see his face, Ye Zhengyang still noticed that Lan Yi froze in place.

If someone could see his face now, they would probably be surprised to find that Lan Yi, who is quite famous in the Lan Family and is even somewhat renowned in Zhonghai,

currently has an expression of utter shock, as if he just ate a dumpling and found feces inside.

Indescribable...

Lan Yi couldn’t even describe his feelings at that moment.

What was he supposed to say?

Ye Zhengyang glanced at Lan Yi, furrowed his brows slightly, and stepped forward to pat Lan Yi’s shoulder who was frozen in place.

"Uncle Lan, are you... are you okay?"

Lan Yi’s body trembled, he instinctively took two steps back, his vacant eyes gradually regained focus, but he now looked as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Ye Zhengyang looked surprised at Lan Yi’s sudden retreat, his face gradually turned grim as he walked over and bowed again, emphasizing slowly: "Uncle Lan, I hope you can make a decision for your nephew in this matter!"

"Make... make a decision?" Lan Yi stammered, a hint of fear in his voice.

Ye Zhengyang paused, but then bowed even lower, saying loudly: "I hope Uncle Lan can make a decision for your nephew, as this matter is something you promised the Ye Family. Would Uncle Lan go back on his word?"

Lan Yi didn’t look at Ye Zhengyang, as if he hadn’t heard him at all, turning his gaze instead to Xiao Zheng.

His whole body was trembling.

With a trembling voice, he stuttered, "You... you are..."

Xiao Zheng smiled, "You don’t need to worry about who I am, I’m not here for you, I’m here for the person before you."

Ye Zhengyang’s demeanor changed dramatically, and he turned seriously: "Xiao Zheng! Uncle Lan is here, and you dare act recklessly? Quickly kneel down!"

As soon as Ye Zhengyang finished speaking, before Xiao Zheng could say anything, Lan Yi’s face suddenly turned pale.

"Brat!"

He shouted, and his massive fist swung straight towards Ye Zhengyang’s face!

Bang!

Ye Zhengyang didn’t even have time to react before he saw the huge fist shadow fly towards his head. With a thunderous crash, Ye Zhengyang, who had just gotten up from the ground, was sent flying again!

This handsome, well-renowned young master felt a buzzing in his head.

Thud!

His body flew backward several meters in mid-air and, with a dull thump, his head smashed against a nearby towering Roman column, blood splattering everywhere, twitching as he collapsed on the ground.

The surrounding crowd stood silently, staring blankly at Ye Zhengyang who had been standing just fine a moment ago, but now was lying on the ground, seemingly dead or alive, faces filled with disbelief, shock, or terror.

They didn’t understand why Lan Yi, who had been standing with Ye Zhengyang, suddenly turned hostile, nor did they understand why Lan Yi reacted the way he did upon seeing the young man standing across.

Ye Zhengyang struggled to lift his head towards Lan Yi, his eyes filled with terror, as his left side, which Lan Yi had just healed, was now brutally beaten by him, his mouth overflowing with blood, teeth shattered from the left side of his face.

Lan Yi raged with hair standing on end, eyes blood-red as he gazed at Ye Zhengyang.

"In the presence of the Evil God, what are you compared to him!"

Evil God?

Despite the buzzing in his head from the beating, Ye Zhengyang paused upon hearing this name.

Evil God.

Of course, he was familiar with this name, the one who alone with a sword slaughtered his way into the Great Sound Buddha Sect, battled Tian Yin, killed the Buddha Master, and destroyed the sect — Evil God Xiao Zheng!

The surrounding crowd, upon hearing Lan Yi’s words, similarly paused, gazing blankly at the dark-clothed young man standing there expressionless, showing no hint of emotion.

He is... the Evil God?

Many inquired within themselves, Ye Zhengyang included.

He suddenly felt a profound absurdity.

He provoked the Evil God, tried to steal his woman, and even boasted about killing him?

"Heh... haha..." He laughed neurotically, feeling everything unfolding like an unfinished dream: "Impossible, how could it be possible, how could he be the Evil God? Haha, impossible, impossible."

All eyes were now on Xiao Zheng.

Su Zhiqing gazed at Xiao Zheng, disbelief in her eyes flashing with intense fear.

She actually conspired with Ye Zhengyang to plot against... the Evil God; would he kill her... she feared dying!

Those who had previously spoken obscenely about Xiao Zheng and Leng Ruobing went pallid, instinctively lowering their heads, afraid to meet Xiao Zheng’s gaze.

Xiao Zheng stood calmly, glancing around the crowd, then at the hair-standing, red-eyed Lan Yi, lastly letting his gaze fall on the twitching Ye Zhengyang by the column.

He didn’t want to reveal his identity, it wasn’t beneficial to him. Even if exposed, it wouldn’t harm him, but still...

He glanced at Lan Yi, smiling faintly: "You don’t need me to teach you how to handle this, do you?"

"Dare not! Dare not!"

Lan Yi’s terrified face went ashen.

Not daring to lift his head.

"Alright, the game is over. Honey, let’s leave."

With that, Xiao Zheng, before everyone, took Leng Ruobing’s hand.

"Mm."

Leng Ruobing nodded, following Xiao Zheng’s steps out.

"We bid farewell to the Evil God!"

Seeing Xiao Zheng about to leave, Lan Yi quickly turned around to bow, waiting for Xiao Zheng to completely leave before addressing the left-over issues.

Tap tap tap...

Xiao Zheng and Leng Ruobing’s steps were calm, everyone watched their backs, with Ye Zhengyang donning a vacuous smile, muttering "impossible, impossible" repeatedly. He was already out of his mind.

"Oh, by the way."

Xiao Zheng suddenly remembered something, pausing his steps.

Upon seeing him turn, aside from the bowing Lan Yi, everyone present instinctively took a step back, faces paling.

"Some here have rather filthy mouths; I think they should be cleaned carefully."

With his bland words, those tense and bowed folks went even paler, nervously raising their heads to look at Xiao Zheng, trembling as if they wanted to bolt.

But Xiao Zheng’s gaze acted like chains, binding them firmly in place, unable to move an inch.

Xiao Zheng spread his hands to the crowd, pouting: "Nothing for you all to worry about; I’m not the kind who kills on a whim, just hope you remember today."

Saying that, he waved his right hand, a gentle breeze swept past.

Slap slap slap slap slap...!

Those who had spoken vulgarities against Xiao Zheng and Leng Ruobing earlier all received a slap, as Xiao Zheng only used a fraction of his strength.

"For those with filthy mouths, I usually make them disfigured, ensuring you remember today well."

He then glanced at the red-swollen, teary-eyed Su Zhiqing, smiling at her.

"I forgot, you should get two slaps."

Slap!

Afterward, his gaze slowly swept the crowd, and seeing no one dared meet his gaze, he idly shrugged, took Leng Ruobing’s hand, unwilling to linger, walked out.

Everyone dumbly watched the two fade into the night, until after the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, the heavy atmosphere in the hall slowly dissipated.

But no one dared speak, no one dared to utter a sound, only Ye Zhengyang, turned lunatic, rambled mindlessly.

Lan Yi, who had been bowing and greeting, raised his sweat-covered face.

Lan Yi, who had been bowing and greeting, raised his sweat-covered face. He had never been this tense before, unable to describe his own feelings, a moment ago when Xiao Zheng’s aura instantly locked onto him,

he even had an urge to immediately kill himself in front of him.

Xiao Zheng’s presence felt more terrifying than death itself. In the presence of the Evil God, dying seemed a luxurious thought.

[Sorry, I’ve been extremely busy at work lately, working overtime non-stop, and in a really bad state! After some adjustments in the coming period, I will strive to update more and write better content!]