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

The bodyguard cursed while subtly applying force to his hands.

All that could be heard were a few sickeningly sharp, tearing sounds of fabric ripping.

Song Ziming's high-end custom-made tuxedo, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, along with the silk shirt and suit pants underneath, were torn to shreds by his bodyguards, looking like rags.

In the blink of an eye, the once respectable young master Song was now completely naked except for a pair of bright red boxer briefs with cartoon patterns.

His white, flabby body stood out starkly against the dazzling crystal chandeliers of the banquet hall.

The socialites around them screamed and covered their eyes, but their fingers still peeked out, and they were all trying to suppress their laughter, their shoulders shaking.

The bigwigs of Jiangcheng were also suppressing their laughter as they watched this farcical scene.

Song Ziming was filled with shame and indignation, covering his genitals with both hands, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Take off these clothes too, Mr. Liu, is this alright?"

The bodyguard turned around and knelt back down respectfully, not daring to raise his head even once.

"Alright? The real show is just beginning."

Liu Yifei put down her wine glass, walked back to Chen Yang's side, and skillfully took his arm.

Liu Yifei reached out and called over the hotel lobby manager, whispering a few instructions to him.

Not long after, the lobby manager came running back, covered in sweat, carrying a small tray.

On the tray were two things: a fluffy pink cat ear headband like the kind little girl wears, and a chipped porcelain bowl that had been dug out from some corner of the kitchen and used for begging.

Liu Yifei's slender fingers pinched the pink cat ear headband.

Under Song Ziming's despairing gaze, he slowly opened his mouth.

"When it comes to doing charity, you naturally have to humble yourself and ask for alms."

"We happen to be short of a greeter at the banquet hall entrance tonight, so Young Master Song can put on this headband, hold this broken bowl in both hands, and kneel at the door to be a lucky cat for everyone."

"Everyone who comes in or goes out, you have to meow three times like a cat and say thank you for the tip, boss."

"If someone throws money into your bowl, you have to rub your head against their shoes to express your gratitude."

Liu Yifei's voice was soft and pleasant, but the words she spoke were cutting to the bone.

"If this bowl doesn't hold ten million in cash tonight, Young Master Song, you'd better prepare to kneel at the entrance of this banquet hall until tomorrow morning."

Lucky cat?

It's still a lucky cat that's naked except for its bright red underwear.

It's amazing that Liu Yifei could come up with such a despicable trick that would drive someone to their death.

Chen Yang, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but chuckle. He casually pinched Liu Yifei's slender waist and teased her in a low voice.

"I didn't realize, Mr. Liu, that you're so good at tormenting people. You must use these tricks to torture your subordinates quite often at the company."

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him and whispered a reproachful rebuke.

"Who told him to gossip like that and call you a gigolo? If I don't make him pay a price and teach him a lesson, do you really think I'm a pushover?"

When Song Ziming saw the pink cat ear headband and the broken porcelain bowl handed to him by the lobby manager, his eyes rolled back and he fainted from anger.

Seeing this, the bodyguard next to her was afraid that Liu Yifei would be dissatisfied.

The old man picked up a bowl of ice water containing chilled seafood from the table and poured it over Song Ziming's head.

Song Ziming was jolted awake by the cold.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

The bodyguard viciously shoved the cat ear headband onto Song Ziming's slicked-back hair.

They then shoved the chipped, broken porcelain bowl into his hand and dragged him to the two luxurious, gilded, carved doors of the banquet hall.

With a thud.

The bodyguard kicked Song Ziming in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel naked on the red carpet.

Just then, the woman in the red dress who had always wanted to remain invisible was also called out by Liu Yifei.

"Wasn't this young lady shouting quite loudly just now? Why is she silent now?"

Liu Yifei looked at the woman huddled in the corner, trembling.

"I've noticed that you usually serve Young Master Song quite diligently. Now that your master is begging for food, how can you, as his maid, just sit there enjoying a life of leisure?"

Liu Yifei pointed to Song Ziming kneeling at the door.

"Go and take that ten million check, and stand next to Young Master Song as his cashier."

"If you miss a single meow or brush against someone's shoe, you'll get slapped. You can only get out when this fundraising game is over."

The green tea girl was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes, making her heavy makeup look messy and garish, like a color palette.

But she dared not resist. She could only slink over in her high heels, pick up the check, and stand next to Song Ziming like a doormat.

The celebrities in the banquet hall were now completely relaxed, and no one wanted to miss this once-in-a-century spectacle.

Many young men who were at odds with the Song family, or simply wanted to watch the drama unfold, pulled out handfuls of red banknotes from their wallets.

A local Jiangcheng rich kid walked to the door and deliberately patted a stack of banknotes in his hand.

"Young Master Song, come here and shout a couple of times. If you shout well, all the money will be yours, you broken bowl."

The rich second-generation looked at Song Ziming kneeling on the ground with a mocking expression.

Song Ziming bit his lower lip hard, his eyes bloodshot with humiliation. This was worse than death for him.

But after glancing at the Grandmaster bodyguard beside him, who was glaring at him and ready to strike at any moment, he finally lowered his head.

"Meow, meow, meow."

Several meows, even more agonizing than crying, were forced out of Song Ziming's mouth.

He then lowered his head in humiliation.

"Thank you, thank you for the tip, boss."

The rich kid laughed loudly, threw the money into the broken porcelain bowl, and didn't even bother to stretch out his foot for him to rub against, shaking his head in disgust and walking away.

A perfectly good high-end charity gala.

It turned into a hilarious scene of a young master from Beijing shirtless, dressed as a cat, begging for alms.

Chen Yang stood not far away, holding a half-full glass of red wine, watching the farce at the door, and then turned his head to look at Liu Yifei, who was admiring her masterpiece with great interest.

"We've had enough of the show, and we've vented our anger enough, haven't we?"

Liu Yifei held Chen Yang's hand with great pleasure, and her eyes and brows were filled with a lively smile that was rarely seen on her face.

She glanced at the Jiangcheng celebrities in the banquet hall, who had become increasingly respectful and obsequious towards her because of this incident, and felt great.

"That's about it. The Song family has really lost face this time. I reckon Song Ziming will have to buy a plane ticket and head back to Beijing first thing tomorrow morning. He won't dare to cause trouble in Jiangcheng for a long time to come."

"Now that things are settled here, shouldn't we move to another place and talk about how Mr. Liu plans to repay me for the huge favor I did for you tonight?"

Chen Yang leaned close to Liu Yifei's ear and whispered a question.