Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Mrs. Ye Sr.âs face darkened and said, âYe Nanshen, even if you want to vent your anger, you should understand the reason first! It was your people who broke my Buddha statue. How is it you who throws your weight around here?â
Ye Nanshen slightly tilted his head, glancing at the Buddha statue on the ground, a cold glint in his eyes. He said, âIf someone canât even handle a Buddha statue properly, they can do without their hand.â
Upon his words, two bodyguards stepped forward and broke the hand of the maid who had dropped the statue.
The maidâs screams were incessant. The butler immediately had her mouth gagged and taken away.
Ye Nanshen curled his lips and asked, âAny objections now?â
Mrs. Ye Sr., who witnessed Ye Nanshenâs brazen actions, was nearly breathless with rage. She turned to Old Master Ye, both angry and fearful, and asked, âIs this your good grandson? Wonât you intervene?â
Ye Nanshenâs actions were excessive, even humiliating. Yet, Old Master Ye, seated at the head, said nothing, letting him have his way.
Old Master Ye looked at Ye Nanshen and finally said, âThatâs enough. Your wife is still unconscious; let the doctor see her first.â
Ye Nanshen, however, carried Rong Qi away horizontally and responded, âNo need, Iâll find a doctor myself.â
But now Mrs. Ye Sr. refused to let them go. She said, âLeaving so soon? Are you afraid her feigned fainting will be discovered?â
Ye Nanshen paused, a cruel smile curling his lips. He slowly turned his head, his gaze catching a fruit knife on a nearby table. With a kick, the knife flew straight towards Mrs. Ye Sr.
âAhh!â Mrs. Ye Sr. screamed, her face draining of color. The knife, shining coldly, embedded itself in the table just a few centimeters from her, making her too frightened to move, her mouth agape, her legs shaking violently.
Ye Nanshen spoke, âIf you can pretend to faint like that, Clearcreek Mansion is yours to handle.â
Ms. Liu and others were too scared to even swallow, watching him in horror.
Three years had passed, and Ye Nanshen was still terrifying. To them, Ye Nanshen was too unrestrained, too much so. In the entire Ye family, no one could control him. Even Old Master Yeâs words were of no use. Their glances met, seeing the fear in each otherâs eyes.
Ye Nanshenâs voice was icy, âCan I leave now?â
Mrs. Fan stepped forward and said, âMaster Shen, please hurry and take your wife back to Clearcreek Mansion. She doesnât look well.â
Mrs. Fan didnât want Ye Nanshen to remain here and become everyoneâs target, her heart aching for him. The fuss was too much, and it would damage Rong Qiâs reputation. In Mrs. Fanâs eyes, Ye Nanshen has suffered enough.
Ye Nanshen, without another word, turned to leave with Rong Qi in his arms.
Jian Yunzhou followed, his brows furrowed, seemingly deep in thought. Looking at Ye Nanshenâs expressionless face, Jian Yunzhou seemed to feel that Ye Nanshen was reliable. A slight smile began to spread across Jian Yunzhouâs face.
However, just then, Rong Qi, in Ye Nanshenâs arms, moved. She struggled to stand, looking at the mess in the living room, her eyes downcast, silent.
Ye Nanshen embraced Rong Qi and said, âRong Rong, youâve been wronged. Donât mind them; letâs go home.â
âWronged? We were the ones being wronged here!â Mrs. Ye Sr. thought. She and others were left gasping for breath.
Then someone in the crowd spoke up, âJust now, Master Shenâs wife fainted with a pale face, and now that sheâs leaving, she wakes up. Quite timely, isnât it?â
The speaker was the same woman who had previously exaggerated the situation, her voice still delicate and gentle..