Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

Liu Yifei clung tightly to Chen Yang's strong arms.

Normally decisive and experienced in all kinds of storms, even he was sweating bullets when faced with that tense and life-threatening situation.

The crisis was completely over by now.

She finally let out a long sigh of relief, feeling an extraordinary sense of peace and reassurance emanating from the man beside her.

The huge banquet hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The local celebrities and dignitaries of Jiangcheng didn't dare to breathe, all staring intently at the center of the venue.

Liu Yifei turned her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at Chen Yang's calm and composed face.

She had originally thought that a fierce battle was inevitable tonight, and she was even prepared to risk everything to protect Chen Yang.

Who would have thought that this man would casually pull out a dark, unremarkable plaque, which would immediately frighten the two seemingly fierce martial arts grandmasters into kneeling and kowtowing on the spot.

That was a grandmaster in the ancient martial arts world, a living bodhisattva whom you couldn't invite no matter how much money you spent, yet he had become so humble.

Liu Yifei's admiration for Chen Yang grew even stronger.

Hearing that Chen Yang had handed over the decision-making power to her, she turned her gaze back to Song Ziming, who was still lying on the ground, covering his face in a daze.

"That's a nice way to address someone, but since you've handed them over to me, I won't hold back."

Liu Yifei parted her red lips slightly, her soft voice carrying a hint of coldness.

Song Ziming had long since lost his arrogant and haughty demeanor.

Half of his face was slapped so hard by the bodyguard he had hired at great expense that it swelled up like a steamed bun, leaving him in a very sorry state.

Hearing that Liu Yifei was going to punish him, he trembled all over and took two steps back, using both his hands and feet.

"Yifei, no, President Liu, CEO Liu, it's all my fault. I was blind to people, and I couldn't keep my mouth shut. Please forgive me."

Song Ziming was truly terrified now. Even his two bodyguards, who were like killing gods, were kneeling beside him, pretending to be dead. How could he possibly fight back?

The woman in the red dress, who was standing not far away, was so frightened that the thick foundation on her face was about to fall off in a flurry.

She wished she could shrink herself into an invisible person, for fear that the fire would burn her.

The local rich kids who had previously joined Song Ziming in making trouble all hung their heads, none of them daring to provoke Liu Yifei at this critical juncture.

Liu Yifei released Chen Yang's arm, stepped forward two steps in her silver crystal high heels.

"Wasn't Young Master Song quite arrogant just now, throwing around checks worth millions and calling my boyfriend a gigolo?"

"This rich young master from the capital has a different attitude. He really treats Jiangcheng like his own backyard."

Liu Yifei spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

Ignoring the pain on his face, Song Ziming quickly picked up the check with both hands.

"Mr. Liu, you are right to reprimand me. Consider this money as an apology to this gentleman for the tea. If you think it's not enough, I'll write more right away, as much as you need."

Song Ziming had a big smile on his face.

In his view, there is nothing in this world that money can't solve; as long as it can be resolved with money, it's better than losing your life.

To everyone's surprise, Liu Yifei didn't even glance at the check, but instead chuckled softly.

This smile sent a chill down the spines of not only Song Ziming but also the Jiangcheng elites watching the scene.

This "Ice Beauty" title isn't given lightly; if she really wanted to mess with someone, her methods would be absolutely ruthless.

"We dare not accept this money from Young Master Song; it's too dirty for us."

Liu Yifei turned around and casually picked up a glass of champagne that no one had touched from the long dining table next to her.

"However, tonight's banquet was originally a charity dinner held under the name of the Red Cross."

"Since Young Master Song is so rich and likes to throw money around, wouldn't it be a waste of his trip if he didn't make some contribution to the charity work in Jiangcheng?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ziming breathed a long sigh of relief.

He thought Liu Yifei just wanted him to spend some money to avoid trouble.

It's just donating money; the Song family has plenty of money.

"No problem, absolutely no problem. I'll immediately have the finance department transfer 50 million to our banquet's charity account—no, I'll transfer 100 million directly. Consider it my small contribution to the poor people of Jiangcheng."

Song Ziming couldn't wait to express his opinion, and was even somewhat relieved that the matter could be resolved with money.

But before he could even finish celebrating...

Liu Yifei's next words plunged him into an icy abyss, making him wish he were dead.

"Donating money is too vulgar. Since it's about doing charity, you should naturally take action to show Young Master Song's sincerity."

Liu Yifei slowly sipped her champagne, her eyes scanning Song Ziming up and down.

"Let's leave that ten million check on the table as a starting point."

"I think the white tuxedo that Young Master Song is wearing is well-made. It must be custom-made. And that Patek Philippe star watch on his wrist is also a rare item."

"How about this, Young Master Song, take off your coat and pants, leaving only your underwear, and consider it a donation of clothing to impoverished mountain areas."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

To make the esteemed young master of the Song family in the capital strip down to his underwear in this banquet hall that gathered all the celebrities of Jiangcheng.

What's the difference between this and publicly exposing him? How will Song Ziming ever be able to survive in the industry again?

Song Ziming's expression changed drastically, and he disregarded his fear, jumping up from the ground.

"Liu Yifei, don't push your luck. My Song family has a reputation in the capital. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Is taking off clothes really going too far?"

Chen Yang, who had been silent until now, took a step forward, his tone light and airy.

Although it was just a simple question, it sounded like a thunderbolt from the heavens to the two bodyguards kneeling on the ground beside them.

They were genuinely afraid of this terrifying bigwig whose identity and background they didn't know would get angry.

If the owner of this token were to hold a grudge, all of them, a hundred or so members of their sect, would be executed along with him.

Before Chen Yang could even make a move, one of the bodyguards sprang up from the ground.

He rushed to Song Ziming, disregarding the distinction between master and servant, grabbed Song Ziming by the collar, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Stop talking nonsense. Your senior's girlfriend told you to take your clothes off, so you did. You dare to talk back? Are you trying to get us killed?"