Hearing Ling Qingya’s words, Hei Zi and Hu Zi retreated to her side.

Suddenly, the young man came over with a confident smile on his face. His gaze swept across the eight women, and a flash of licentious greed passed quickly through his eyes. However, because it was blocked by sunglasses, the women didn’t notice it.

The young man took off his sunglasses and addressed the women with a smile, "Hello, beauties. Let me introduce myself. My name is Hou Jingwen, the vice president of Hou Pharmaceutical Company. Have you just arrived in Capital City? Don’t you have a car? I’d be more than happy to give you ladies a ride."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, three of the latest model Mercedes surrounded a high-end, extended version of a Bentley that stopped right there. The door of the Bentley opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit stepped out and quickly approached the young man, saying, "Young Master, please get in the car."

Everyone around the airport was shocked at this sight, not expecting this young man to be so impressive, with such luxurious cars forming his welcoming entourage.

Not to mention the three latest-model Mercedes, just the Bentley alone had those who knew cars recognizing that this one was worth at least seven million. Together with the other three Mercedes, just this fleet alone surpassed ten million yuan. This was indeed the epitome of nobility!

And Hou Jingwen, the young man, had a dissolute smile at the corner of his mouth, exuding pride. He looked at Ling Qingya and the other women and said, "Ladies, please get in the car. I’m more than willing to be a good Samaritan and give you a ride."

At this point, Hou Jingwen was already picturing these beauties climbing into his cars. He believed that any beauty would find it hard to refuse such a luxurious fleet and that once inside, they would be his to play with.

However, Hou Jingwen was quickly stunned because the women did not get into his car. They all appeared very calm, showing none of the excitement or agitation that ordinary beauties display at the sight of luxury cars.

"Ladies, you..."

Hou Jingwen thought they didn’t understand the value of his fleet and was about to introduce it properly when suddenly, exclamations erupted from all around.

Hou Jingwen involuntarily glanced over, and his expression froze.

Outside the airport, four luxurious latest-model Bentleys were slowly driving in, and in the middle of the four Bentleys was a limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom. The five luxury cars were driving in slowly.

Seeing the fleet consisting of the world’s top luxury car, Rolls-Royce Phantom, along with four luxurious Bentleys, the crowd around the airport was utterly astonished, even more so than when they had seen the young man’s fleet earlier.

This new fleet was indescribably more luxurious than the previous one. Just the Rolls-Royce Phantom alone was probably worth tens of millions, far surpassing the value of the young man’s fleet by several times.

Together with the four Bentleys, this fleet’s five luxury cars were worth at least fifty to sixty million yuan, a sum that made people’s scalps tingle just thinking about it.

Only then did the onlookers realize what it meant to be rich. This was what true wealth looked like—tycoons!

Many newcomers to the Capital City were shocked by this scene, not expecting there to be so many affluent people in the city!

Watching the unmatched luxury of this new fleet appear, Hou Jingwen’s face grew very ugly. He didn’t expect to be upstaged at this critical moment, causing him to resent the fleet’s owner bitterly. What was more humiliating, however, was what happened next.

As soon as the five luxury cars came to a stop, a man in a suit and white gloves alighted from each of the four Bentleys, standing in front of the car door.

A man then got out of the front seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom and opened the rear car door, and Ye Luo stepped out.

Ling Qingya and the other women had been speculating about the owner of this impressive motorcade, not expecting it to be Ye Luo. They promptly approached him with beaming smiles.

Yan Ling was the first to hug Ye Luo, boldly kissing him on the face and laughing, "You really are something else, arriving in such a luxurious fleet. This sure slaps the face of a certain someone."

Yan Ling’s words surprised Ye Luo; however, Hou Jingwen standing nearby turned an unsightly shade of green and red, as if he had swallowed something disgusting.

"Wife, come give me a hug!"

After he hugged Yan Ling, Ye Luo looked over at Ling Qingya with a mischievous smile. She was more proactive, giving Ye Luo a big hug, and, like Yan Ling, she boldly kissed his face, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

Then came a hug from Li Wanqin, who did not kiss Ye Luo, so he took the initiative and kissed her.

"Come here for a hug..."

Ye Luo was ready to continue hugging, but when he saw Luo Jingxuan, he felt a bit embarrassed. She, on the other hand, wrapped her arms around him voluntarily, not offering a kiss. Ye Luo didn’t dare to steal one, either.

Zhou Siqi and Sun Yahui came next, and Ye Luo didn’t expect them to be there. He didn’t proactively hug them. Zhou Siqi stood aside, blushing, while Sun Yahui went ahead and hugged Ye Luo. Finally came Mei Lun and Mei Ya; Ye Luo did not hold back, giving out hugs and kisses and enjoying his advantage to the fullest.

Watching Ye Luo getting so intimate, hugging and kissing eight beautiful women, everyone present wore expressions of envy.

Only then did the onlookers understand what it meant to be genuine nobility, a truly wealthy person. Here was a man with a multimillion-dollar fleet of luxury cars and a bevy of stunning women—his grandeur was unmatched.

At this moment, Ye Luo had become the object of envy, jealousy, and resentment among all the men outside the airport, while the women looked at him starry-eyed, fantasizing about being one of his ladies. However, seeing the gap between themselves and those women, they abandoned the thought.

However, Hou Jingwen’s complexion was the ugliest of all, contorted to the extreme with dark, angry eyes.

Especially after watching the bevy of beauties, who had been indifferent to his flirting just moments before, now eagerly embracing another man, kissing and hugging him—this was a blatant slap to his face, instilling a deep sense of humiliation in him.

To think that he, the young master of the Hou Family, was envied and adored both at home and abroad, with countless beautiful women vying for his attention.

Now, having just returned to the country, he was embarrassed, filling his heart with rage and his fists clenching involuntarily, his face contorting fiercely.

Driven by this fury, Hou Jingwen marched over, his bodyguards closely following behind.