Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A cold smile tugged at the corner of Ye Nanshenâs lips. He said, âLesson? I donât have time for that. Since theyâre useless pieces, I suggest Mr. Han get rid of them sooner rather than later. Keeping them will only bring endless trouble.â
That remark implied that Ye Nanshen wouldnât release them.
Mr. Hanâs thick eyebrows furrowed, and a domineering aura radiated from him as he chuckled lowly. He said, âAt the very least, they are members of the Han family. The trouble theyâre facing is self-inflicted. Mr. Ye, I sincerely propose a deal. If you release those misguided brothers, Iâm indebted to you.â
Ye Nanshen sneered, lifting his gaze to meet Mr. Hanâs, and said, âWhen they harmed someone they shouldnât have touched, they should have anticipated the consequences.â
âSo, Mr. Ye, does this mean thereâs no room for negotiation?â Mr. Han asked.
Ye Nanshenâs laughter was cold, and he raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with Mr. Han. Both sides emitted powerful auras, making it hard for Zhuang Ling and the two people behind Mr. Han to even breathe.
Fortunately, the heavens were kind. At that moment, Ye Nanshenâs phone, placed on the table, suddenly rang. He glanced sideways slightly and saw âMother of Ultramanâ displayed on the phone.
Zhuang Ling had to bite his inner lip to suppress his laughter. He thought, âMadam is truly cunning. She had changed her contact name on his contact list and hidden her phone number completely, making it impossible for anyone to trace it.â
Every time someone called Ye Nanshen, he answered it himself. Due to Rong Qiâs mischievous prank, he had probably been teased by Gu Ziye countless times. Yet, Ye Nanshen still seemed to enjoy it.
Ye Nanshenâs face turned dark. Luckily, the three men couldnât see his expression. He glanced at Zhuang Ling, conveying his message without words.
In this situation, Ye Nanshen couldnât afford to lose his aura, but he also couldnât ignore the call. If it were before, he would have answered it himself. But now, since the callerâs identity wasnât clear, Ye Nanshen with an imposing figure couldnât lose face in front of outsiders.
Zhuang Ling immediately understood, answering the call and activating the speaker, ready to ask for the callerâs name and then hang up, âHello, Zhuang Ling from the Jingsheng Corporation speaking. Mr. Ye is currently occupied and unable to take calls. May I ask whoâs calling?â
There were three seconds of silence. Then, a lazy voice sounded from the other end, âOh, Zhuang Ling, right? Itâs me. What happened yesterday was a misunderstanding. Have Ye Nanshen release them. I wonât pursue it further. Thatâs it, I have class now.â
With just a few sentences, the call was hung up.
Zhuang Ling was so scared that he started sweating cold sweat. He thought, âMadamâs tone is a bit too domineering. Master Shen was currently engaged in a confrontation with Mr. Han, refusing to back down. But then, Madam called on her own initiative.â
Zhuang Ling took the phone, immediately changing the contact name âMother of Ultramanâ to âMadam,â then silently placed the phone back where it was, not daring to take another breath.
Ye Nanshenâs pitch-black pupils flashed with a glint of sharpness, his gaze fixed on a certain spot, his aura turning cold and unyielding.
However, only Zhuang Ling knew that Ye Nanshen was struggling. This indicated there was room for maneuvering in this matter.
Zhuang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his lips curling into a faintly inconspicuous arc.
Mr. Han and the two behind him exchanged glances and wondered if that woman from the call was indeed the legendary wife of Ye Nanshen, the one rumored to be able to suppress thirty three of his men single handedly.
âShe was so arrogant. Not only did she address Ye Nanshen by name, but she also showed no respect at all. What was even more astonishing was that the people around Ye Nanshen seemed completely unphased. Amazing!â Mr. Han thought.
Mr. Han furrowed his brow, wondering if that woman could be the one who tamed Ye Nanshen, his normally twisted temper. If someone in the Han family dared to talk to Mr. Han like that, he wouldâve slapped them away. Even Han Ning, who had a similarly obstinate temper as his, wouldnât dare to speak so casually to him.
Mr. Han and his men couldnât help but feel curious about the little darling wife behind Ye Nanshen. They wanted to see the person who could rein in Ye Nanshen..