Chapter 371

"Since Miss Su is Dr. Chen's friend, there's no need to question Stellar Group's qualifications." Gu Yiran turned to Yuan Lifei with an authoritative tone. "Lifei, cancel the bidding event in three days. You'll personally handle the agency negotiations with Miss Su. Ensure she receives the highest level of hospitality."

"Understood, Elder Gu." Yuan Lifei bowed slightly, her eyes flickering with astonishment as she stole another glance at Chen Tianyang.

A ripple of joy shimmered in Su Muyu's eyes as she gazed gratefully at Chen Tianyang.

Chen Tianyang merely gave a faint nod, as if it were nothing more than a trivial favor.

"Dr. Chen, please come with me. Mr. Xu, you too." Gu Yiran and Xu Qingshan flanked Chen Tianyang, escorting him toward the inner chambers.

The banquet hall buzzed with shifting expressions—first shock, then awe, settling into deep reverence.

From a distance, Shi Zihang's eyes bulged. "Holy shit! Boss is on another level! Even Elder Gu defers to him. This tops that showdown with Sun Shaogang!"

"I've always said Tianyang shines brightest wherever he goes." Han Muqing lifted her chin proudly, eyes gleaming with admiration.

Shi Zihang shook his head with a wry smile. "I’m officially convinced."

Xu Zhiqiu sighed. "A true prodigy. Being born in the same era as Chen Tianyang—blessing or curse?"

Xu Kejun clenched her fists, determination burning in her gaze. "Chen Tianyang, I’ll surpass you one day."

But no one was more stunned than Su Muyu. She watched Chen Tianyang’s retreating figure and whispered, "Thank you."

Meanwhile, Feng Feiran stood frozen, his face ashen.

Elder Gu’s favor toward him had been purely out of respect for his grandfather. Yet Chen Tianyang had earned the old man’s deference through sheer merit. The gap between them was insurmountable.

"Chen Tianyang!" Feng Feiran’s nails dug into his palms, eyes blazing with venom.

The golden boy who’d been coddled since childhood had never suffered such humiliation. Women, status, connections—Chen Tianyang had crushed him in every way.

He whirled on Sun Shaogang, snarling, "This was your brilliant plan? Letting Chen Tianyang steal the spotlight? Useless! No wonder he trampled you into oblivion!"

Sun Shaogang’s expression darkened, but he dared not retort. "Young Master Feng, who could’ve predicted Elder Gu would—"

"Silence!" Feng Feiran cut him off sharply. "I want him dead tonight."

Sun Shaogang paled, then grinned savagely. "I’ll make the arrangements."

Feng Feiran leaned in, whispering instructions. Sun Shaogang’s pupils contracted. "That’s... too extreme, isn’t it?"

"No half-measures for greatness." Feng Feiran’s smile turned icy. "If I can’t have it, no one will."