Chapter 460: Chapter 460: Mu Xiangjun, Making Trouble_1

"Are we really going to arrive in this piece of junk?"

Asi stood in front of an extremely ordinary black sedan, an expression full of indignation on her beautiful face.

"We should be glad to have a car!" Ye Fei retorted with a glance, "We usually take a taxi when we go out."

"Do you have to be so stingy?" Asi turned her head, looking at Ye Fei as if he were a monster, "After all, you’re worth over ten billion. Can’t you care a bit about your image?"

"A car is for getting from one place to another." Ye Fei opened the rear door, ushered Su Yueru and Little Ye in, then looked at Asi, "That’s the real definition of a car!"

"You know nothing about cars!" Asi spat at Ye Fei, then she pulled open the driver’s side door and crawled in.

Ye Fei gave a nonchalant smile and opened the passenger side door, sitting down as well.

"What kind of trash is this?" Asi fumbled with the car’s control system, becoming even angrier.

Then, she ignited the engine and with one press of the accelerator, shot out of the villa.

It seemed as if she released all the pent-up frustration and anger on the gas pedal, driving an ordinary black sedan like it was an airplane!

Little Ye was even more excited in the car, shouting chaotically, incessantly urging "Mama Si" to go faster, which left Asi speechless!

Two hours later!

The vehicle carrying Ye Fei and company finally slowed down because the vast old residence of the Mu Family was now in sight.

Outside the estate, luxury cars gathered, stars twinkling brightly.

Thousands of reporters from various countries also converged, with cameras, video recorders, and live broadcast equipment abounding ceaselessly.

Not wanting to lose face, Asi donned sunglasses to pretend she was just the driver.

She parked the car in the most inconspicuous corner, yet it still drew everyone’s attention.

In the face of so many luxury cars, their little beater seemed a rare curiosity.

Instantly, over a hundred reporters rushed to crowd around and take photographs.

After Ye Fei and his family got out of the car, they faced the eager questioning and jostling of hundreds of reporters.

"Sir, are you here to attend Mr. Mu’s 70th birthday banquet?"

"Sir, by coming in such a car, don’t you think you’re disrespecting the Mu Family?"

"Nowadays, are all the rich people so low-profile?"

"May I ask if the lady beside you is Miss Su Yueru, the CEO of Su Corporation?"

Amidst the cacophony and shoving of many journalists, Ye Fei protected Su Yueru and Little Ye with True Qi. Accompanied by Asi, they squeezed through the crowd and finally reached the outer periphery of the Mu Family’s security guards.

"Please present your invitation!" At that moment, a leading black-clad bodyguard immediately blocked their way.

Ye Fei had no time for idle chatter and directly pulled out the VIP invitation.

The black-clad bodyguard was shocked as he saw it and immediately changed his attitude, respectfully gesturing them to proceed.

Once inside the security line, Ye Fei and the others felt much more relaxed; at least it wasn’t as packed and noisy as outside.

Actually, they were all fine, but the key was Little Ye.

The more people there were, the more the risk increased, and opportunists were bound to take advantage!

Approaching the main gate of the Mu Family, Ye Fei, along with Su Yueru, Little Ye, and Asi, had just stepped on the stairs when they were stopped by a martial artist in a suit.

"Sir, you are not dressed in a suit, and according to the rules, you may not enter."

At this, Ye Fei’s brows furrowed, "I just came to attend a birthday banquet, and there are rules about what I can wear?"

"Of course!" The leading suit-clad martial artist said arrogantly, "These are the rules of our Mu Family."

"Your Mu Family’s rules are indeed formidable!" Ye Fei sneered, then turned to Su Yueru, "It seems the old man Mu can’t appreciate your gift after all!"

"Kid, watch your mouth." The suit-clad martial artist spoke coldly, "Disrespect towards our Family Head is tantamount to challenging the Mu Family!"

"If there’s a next time, we won’t be so polite."

Hearing this, Ye Fei snorted, then hugged Little Ye close to him and, taking Su Yueru by the hand, turned to walk back down the stairs.

"See what I mean?" Asi muttered from the side, "This is a high-end event. I told you to dress up, but you just wouldn’t listen!"

"What about you? Are you appropriately dressed?" Ye Fei sized up Asi, "Go on, take your ticket and see if they let you in!"

Asi snorted, "Fine, I will!"

Then, he produced his own invitation and approached the suit-clad martial artist.

"Can I enter?"

"I’m sorry, you cannot." The suit-clad martial artist said with an icy tone, "Because you are not wearing a dress."

"What the heck!" Asi couldn’t help but curse out loud, then she turned and walked back to Ye Fei’s side.

"The rules of this Mu Family really stink; it seems they just don’t welcome us."

"These VIP invitations sent by Mu Kongwen are totally useless."

"Because they only recognize clothes, not people."

"Good to know." Just then, a tall figure suddenly emerged from the Mu family’s main gate.

Ye Fei and the others turned to look, seeing a middle-aged beautiful woman striding out with dozens of ancient martial artists, an imposing sight.

"Mu Xiangjun!"

Spotting this person, Ye Fei frowned.

"Ye!" Mu Xiangjun stood tall with crossed arms, looking down at him with scorn, "I, the young lady, have been waiting for you for a long time."