Invincible Little School Doctor
Chapter 871 - 871 870 Kneel for Half an Hour First Then We'll Talk 5 More s

871: Chapter 870: Kneel for Half an Hour First, Then We’ll Talk (5 More Chapters) 871: Chapter 870: Kneel for Half an Hour First, Then We’ll Talk (5 More Chapters) “Throw him out for me!” Disdainfully glancing at him, Li Wenfeng said to the surrounding security guards.

“Yes!”

Upon hearing his words, these security guards didn’t hesitate to surround Chen Yang and close in on him.

“Brother Feng, Brother Feng!

Don’t do this!

What exactly did I do wrong?” Chen Yang immediately panicked and hurriedly asked.

This would be a huge embarrassment if he got thrown out in front of everyone!

“You still don’t know what you did wrong?” Li Wenfeng slapped him across the face once more, pointing at Ye Haochuan and said, “This is my big brother!

Now tell me what you did wrong?”

What?

Chen Yang was instantly dumbfounded.

This scruffy, poor-looking guy is Li Wenfeng’s big brother?

However, he quickly regained his composure and hurriedly lowered his head, “I’m sorry, I was wrong!

Big brother, please forgive me!”

“You don’t seem sincere at all, why should I forgive you?” Ye Haochuan chuckled with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Are you expecting me to kneel down?

Chen Yang clenched his teeth, feeling extremely conflicted inside.

All around were people from the industry; if he knelt before Ye Haochuan, how humiliating that would be!

“Think about it yourself!

If you don’t apologize, I’ll throw you out, and also, your Yuanguang Group has been developing too quickly.

It’s time to slow down a bit!” Li Wenfeng coldly snorted, his tone laden with threats.

“I’m sorry!”

Hearing these words, Chen Yang didn’t even think before he immediately knelt down in front of Ye Haochuan.

Rather than being thrown out and losing face in front of even more people, better to kneel right here before Ye Haochuan!

Besides, Li Group is much more powerful than Yuanguang Group.

Chen Yang didn’t dare offend Li Group because of himself.

“Don’t get up, kneel for half an hour first,” Ye Haochuan said with a light laugh, pulling Han Xue’er as they walked toward the event venue.

Li Wenfeng followed closely behind, commanding the security guards before leaving, “Keep an eye on this kid.

If he gets up within half an hour, throw him out directly!”

When the three people reached the venue, Ye Haochuan then found out that this concert was indeed organized by Li Wenfeng’s family—no wonder all those security guards listened to him.

The concert had yet to start, and the trio started chatting casually in their seats.

Shortly after, a bustling noise rose in the distance, as a flamboyantly dressed figure, surrounded by people, arrived at the venue—the female celebrity Wang Kefei had come.

“So that’s Wang Kefei?” Ye Haochuan had excellent eyesight, spotting her appearance immediately, and felt quite turned off, his sense of anticipation vanishing.

“Does big brother have his sights on her?” Li Wenfeng suddenly leaned in near Ye Haochuan’s ear and joked in a sleazy manner.

“Scram!

She’s more your type!” Ye Haochuan swore at him with a laugh.

That Wang Kefei, in the midst of the crowd, might look somewhat decent and had tender skin, but all of that was just an illusion.

Not to mention whether she had undergone plastic surgery, the heavy makeup on her face alone was enough to make Ye Haochuan feel nauseous.

“Hehe!” Li Wenfeng chuckled.

He’s been with plenty of female stars, but he’d pass on those like Wang Kefei, who were just like knockoffs.

Only Han Xue’er’s face was full of anticipation, saying, “Wang Kefei, oh, she sings really well, but this is my first time seeing her in person!”

“If sister-in-law likes, you could ask her for an autograph,” Li Wenfeng said with a smile.

Hearing this, Han Xue’er’s eyes clearly lit up, but then she hesitated, “Would she give me one?”

“She wouldn’t dare not to give!” Li Wenfeng laughed heartily.

In the end, encouraged by Ye Haochuan, Han Xue’er still walked towards Wang Kefei.

She held a CD and a pen in her hand, looking as if she had prepared early on.

“Slap!”

Not long after Han Xue’er had left, a clear sound of a slap rang from a distance, followed by a woman’s angry shout: “Where did this cheap woman come from?

You’ve hurt me; can you afford the responsibility?”

“I’m sorry.” Another voice sounded somewhat soft and weak.

Ye Haochuan’s face instantly changed, and he stood up from his seat.

This voice, it was Han Xue’er’s.

By the time he arrived, Han Xue’er was covering her small face with her head down, looking somewhat at a loss, while the person standing in front of her, with arms akimbo and a look of arrogance, was none other than Wang Kefei.

At this moment, Wang Kefei was pointing at Han Xue’er and scolding: “Sorry?

Do you think a simple apology will solve everything?

I don’t even know what kind of trashy place this is, they let in someone as cheap as you!”

“Calm down, calm down.” The assistant beside Wang Kefei quickly patted her back, then turned his head with an angry face towards Han Xue’er.

“You damn girl, why are you so clumsy?

Lucky for you that you only injured Kefei’s hand.

If you had injured her throat, even with your life, you couldn’t compensate for it!

You were already treated leniently with just one slap, now scram.”

“Slap!”

As soon as the assistant’s words fell, a resounding slap was delivered across her face.

The assistant was sent flying by the sudden attack, spinning twice before falling to the ground unconscious.

“Who slapped her?” Seeing the clear palm print on the left side of Han Xue’er’s face, Ye Haochuan felt a surge of anger filling his entire body.

“Brother Ye.”

Han Xue’er immediately threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face, looking very aggrieved.

Gently touching her cheek, feeling a bit pained for her, Ye Haochuan passed a stream of True Qi to dissipate the redness and swelling on Han Xue’er’s face, then asked: “Does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Han Xue’er shook her head; the place touched by Ye Haochuan felt cool and comfortable.

Only when the palm print on her face had completely disappeared did Ye Haochuan help Han Xue’er up from his embrace and asked, “Who slapped you just now?”

“It was her.” Han Xue’er pointed at Wang Kefei, pouting her lips, still looking a bit aggrieved.

She had been too excited when she saw Wang Kefei, and accidentally scraped her arm with the pen in her hand while asking for an autograph, which displeased Wang Kefei.

“Hmph!

One slap is considered light for her!

How dare she injure my hand, she deserves death!” Wang Kefei snorted coldly, her gaze towards Han Xue’er filled with jealousy.

In fact, there was no injury on her hand at all; it was completely out of jealousy because Han Xue’er was too pretty.

“Is your hand that valuable?” Ye Haochuan sneered.

Wang Kefei arrogantly replied: “Of course it is!

Look at who I am!

To injure my hand, one must pay the price!”

Being revered and the center of attention had fostered in her a mentality of superiority.

“Well, let me also tell you clearly!

My girlfriend is equally precious to me!

You slapped her once, now I will return the favor to you!”

Ye Haochuan shouted angrily, no sooner had he spoken did he slap Wang Kefei’s face.

Slap!

A puff of powder erupted, Ye Haochuan recoiled in shock, not knowing how much makeup the woman had on her face.

“Ah!

You, what right do you have to hit me?!” As the powder dissipated, Wang Kefei suddenly came to her senses, her face vicious as she shouted in rage.