Chapter 6 - A Collateral Branch of the Yes

Under Wu Kuiyong’s arrangement, the elder Mr.Ye and Ye Chenfeng left the military hospital in an inconspicuous sedan late at night.

There were definitely spies from other major families in Capital City around the military hospital, but no one would have thought that the elder Mr.

Ye would leave in such a decrepit car in the middle of the night.

By the time they returned to the Ye residence, it was already past two in the morning.

After a busy night, both the elder Mr.

Ye and Ye Chenfeng went to bed early.

The next morning, Ye Chenfeng got up early.

In his past life, no matter how late he went to bed, he would always get up on time the next day to exercise his body.

Moreover, the quality of his current body was simply too poor; he had to persist in exercising every day.

After jogging around the Ye’s villa for an hour, Ye Chenfeng returned to the living room to have breakfast.

The elder must not have woken up yet!

In his previous life, Ye Chenfeng had never enjoyed such a leisurely life.

Normally, aside from receiving intensive training from the country in various areas, he was out executing tasks that were life-threatening at any moment.

Ye Chenfeng wanted to enjoy his breakfast in peace, but some people just wouldn’t let him have his way.

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, two old men in their sixties or seventies, along with two men in their forties, stormed into the Ye family’s living room with aggressive momentum.

These two elderly men were Ye Zhenhong’s brothers, Ye Zhenguo and Ye Zhenbang, and the two middle-aged men close behind them were their sons, Ye Anxin and Ye Zhongtian.

These were the Ye family’s collateral branches—birds of a feather.

Their arrival at the Ye household so early in the morning definitely spelled trouble.

The Ye family’s collateral branches primarily focused on business development, with industries spread across multiple provinces in Huaxia Country, playing no small part in the entire Ye family.

Of course, without the support of the Ye family’s main branch, the collateral branches’ industries would not have been able to expand to such a large scale.

This was one of the reasons why the elder Mr.

Ye did not want to fall out with these extraneous individuals of the collateral branches.

No matter how powerful a clan was, economic support was essential.

Ye Chenfeng leisurely sipped his milk and ate his bread, completely ignoring these people from the Ye family’s collateral branch.

For those who bite the hand that feeds, Ye Chenfeng saw no need to show them any courtesy.

Ye Zhenguo and Ye Zhenbang’s faces turned red with anger.

They were still unaware that the elder Mr.

Ye had been discharged.

In their eyes, if Ye Chenfeng no longer had the elder Mr.

Ye’s protection, he was just a paranoid waste, and being ignored by such waste was a grave insult.

Standing behind these two old men, Ye Anxin and Ye Zhongtian found it even more unbearable.

They had come today to make accusations.

They had already pledged their complete allegiance to the Songs.

Once the old Mr.

Ye died, the Songs had promised to support them in taking over the Ye’s main family position.

However, yesterday, the heir of the Songs, Song Zhong, almost lost his life, which thoroughly enraged the Song family.

Although this incident seemed like an accident to outsiders, the Song family insisted that the Ye family needed to give an explanation, and preferably have Ye Chenfeng kneel at the Song family’s door to apologize.

Hence, upon receiving instructions from the Song family, the Ye family’s collateral branch wasted no time in coming to the Ye household.

Indeed, they were born to be sycophants.

“Ye Chenfeng, what is this attitude?

When you see your elders arrive, don’t you know to stand up and greet them?” Ye Anxin roared at Ye Chenfeng, his anger tinged with contempt.

As for Ye Zhenguo and Ye Zhenbang, who belonged to the elder generation of Ye Chenfeng’s grandfather, they didn’t see the necessity of arguing over such trivial matters with a paranoid waste.

They’d rather leave it to their sons.

Seeing that Ye Chenfeng was indifferent, Ye Anxin’s cheeks flamed with a burning rage, and he bellowed, “Ye Chenfeng, are you deaf or what?

You have no sense of propriety.

The Ye family is truly cursed to have a waste like you.”

Ye Chenfeng let out a belch, picked up a napkin from the dining table, and casually wiped his mouth, muttering to himself, “So early in the morning, and there are so many stray dogs barking around?

They really should be dragged to the slaughterhouse and be done with.”

“You, you, you little bastard, there’s no place for you in the Yes anymore,” Ye Anxin, likened to a stray dog, trembled with rage.

“Spit it out if you have something to say, fart if you need to.

I don’t have the time to listen to your yapping,” Ye Chenfeng said impatiently.

Just as Ye Anxin was about to speak, he was interrupted by Ye Zhenguo, who, with an unhappy face, demanded, “Did you, or did you not, hurt Song Zhong yesterday?”

“What now?

When did you all change your last name to Song?

I never noticed you had such a special talent for being lapdogs,” Ye Chenfeng mocked.

His extremely sarcastic words penetrated the ears of the Yes’ side branch members, and even those with the best composure struggled to keep their emotions in check.

Ye Zhenguo’s fury erupted, his face cycling from pale to red as he shouted, “Ye Chenfeng, today you must kneel at the doorstep of the Songs and apologize.

That is an order.

Right now, your grandfather’s life is hanging by a thread, and within the Yes, we are your elders.”

“What if I don’t go?” Ye Chenfeng asked with interest.

“You have no choice but to go today.

If you obediently listen to us, after your grandfather passes away, we won’t mind taking care of one more piece of trash like you.

But if you’re disobedient, we will have to resort to tough measures.”

While Ye Zhenguo spoke, six burly middle-aged men entered the Yes’ hall, seemingly well-prepared for any eventuality.

“Do you really think the old man is done for?

Let me tell you the truth!

The old man is upstairs right now!

You’d better clear out at once.”

Hearing this, Ye Zhenguo’s face revealed a disdainful smile as he said, “Do you think we’d believe the words of an idiot like you?

If we believed you, then we’d be the real idiots.”

Not just Ye Zhenguo, but the other three members of the Yes’ side branch all wore mocking expressions. Thɪs chapter is updated by NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt

The news coming from the military hospital declared the old Mr.

Ye was on his deathbed, and there were even rumors that he didn’t have long to live.

Otherwise, how would they dare to openly side with the Songs?

After all, for many years, the Songs and the Yes had been political adversaries.

Ye Chenfeng had known these fools wouldn’t believe him; in this day and age, nobody trusted the truth.

He looked forward to seeing their first reactions when they saw the old Mr.

Ye—it would certainly be quite a show!

“I’m not lying to you, you’re going to regret this later,” Ye Chenfeng said earnestly.

“Idiot, stop trying to scare us.

If old Ye is really upstairs, I’ll cut off my head and let you use it as a stool,” Ye Anxin looked at Ye Chenfeng pityingly.

In their eyes, Ye Chenfeng’s panic disorder must be flaring up again—if Ye Zhenhong had been discharged from the hospital, it would have already caused a stir in Capital City.