Chapter 22: The Rogue Leader!

  "What...do you want to do?"

  Yan Wei Yue's face turned bright red at this moment.

  The softness in front of her chest was actually tightly attached to Ye Shengfeng's chest, washing out a tingling sensation like a slight electric current.

  With Ye Chengfeng's masculine aura surrounding her, her body became even softer and she couldn't muster the strength to struggle free, her heart racing like a drumbeat.

  "Isn't this just pretending not to know?"

  Ye smiled slyly and took a step forward, forcing her towards the bathroom step by step.

  Scorching breath, slightly rapid, spewed onto Yan Yues face, making her ears flush red, her slender body emitting a scorching temperature.

  "Leaf..."

  "Be quiet."

  "But..."

  "It doesn't matter."

  Ye Chongfeng overbearingly pinned her against the wall.

  At close range, smelling the enchanting fragrance emitted from Yan Yimonth's delicate body.

  "I'm going to cook!"

  Yan Yiyue felt the heat emanating from Ye Chengfeng's fingertips and hastily bit her tongue to come up with a rotten excuse, then struggled free and rushed out of the bathroom in an instant, escaping without a trace.

  "We'll see if you dare next time."

  Ye Chengfeng smiled with satisfaction after seeing Yan Yimonth's performance.

  Then he tilted his head and shouted out: "I'll be back later, you stay home and keep an eye on Lin Ziyu, if anything happens, notify me immediately."

  "Got it, gang leader."

  Yan Yiyue retorted with a scowl, deliberately making the pots and pans clatter loudly, lest she be suspected of not cooking.

  Ye Shengfeng finished his bath and had dinner, by then it was already dark.

  He puffed on his cigarette and left No. 9 villa.

  However, before he had even left Jiangbin Garden, he ran into Fan Lao and Xiao Bu who were out for a stroll after dinner.

  The grandfather and grandson walked hand in hand, strolling slowly, looking carefree.

  "Mr. Ye! Are you also out for a stroll?"

  Mr. Fan took the initiative to greet him.

  "Uh, nothing much, just out for a stroll after dinner."

  Ye's gaze swept across, seeing that Fan Lao's condition had worsened a bit more, and at the same time, Xiao Bu's internal organs also began to show a faint reddish hue. Suddenly, his attitude towards Song Ya Li changed.

  "Why don't you come over to my place and sit for a while, have some refreshing fruit?"

  Fan Lao made a welcoming gesture and added, "Actually, the 19th villa is just for me to live in. Xia Bu will leave after summer vacation, and his mother only occasionally comes over to take a look, she doesn't live here."

  "Alright."

  Ye nodded slightly, thinking to himself that it wouldn't be a bad idea to take a detour and check out the Scarlet Flame Spirit Iron.

  Just as they arrived at the 19th villa, Mr. Fan was very enthusiastic and asked Ye Chengfeng to take a seat, and Xiao Bu brought up a big plate of chilled watermelon, surprisingly there wasn't even a single servant from start to finish.

  This made Ye Chengfeng look at Fan Lao with a different gaze.

  "Mr. Ye, just a little fruit, it's not enough to show respect."

  Fan Lao smiled and beckoned: "The hot spring pool outside the door, I've already had someone enclose it. Dr. Ye can take away what's at the bottom anytime."

  "Let's go, this thing will harm people if it stays here for too long."

  Ye Chengfeng said, and then picked up a piece of watermelon and walked out of the house.

  With a slight sweep of his divine consciousness, Ye Chengfeng stretched out his right hand, and a strand of spiritual power pierced the ground, transforming into a rope that bound the scarlet flame-like Chi Yan Ling Tie, pulling it upwards.

  "Boom!"

  Like an explosion, the moment the Red Flame Spirit Iron emerged from the ground, it was a spectacular sight, emitting scorching temperatures that effortlessly brought the water in the pool to a boil, with mist swirling around, giving off an ethereal and enchanting atmosphere.

  However, Ye Chengfeng soon put the excavated Chi Yan Ling Tie into his storage ring, thinking that as long as he collected some more high-end refining materials, he would be able to refine a top-quality flying sword.

  At that time, ascending to heaven and entering the earth will no longer be a difficult thing for him.

  "Grandpa, what was that thing just now? It looked like a fireball! So scary."

  Xiao Bu said dully.

  "Grandpa doesn't know either."

  Fan Lao's old eyes couldn't help but shine with an unusual light, and his heart was shocked to the extreme.

  No matter how broad his experience was, he never expected that Ye Chengfeng would have such... magical methods, and could actually retrieve objects without digging into the ground, it was simply unheard of.

  What divine power is this, and what need is there for him to exchange it for treating his father's and son's illnesses?

  As long as Ye Mochou wanted, she could take it away quietly at any time without asking anyone.

  It wasn't until then that Fan Lao truly understood that Ye Shengfeng's request to exchange the pool bottom for medical treatment was entirely out of kindness and the spirit of a doctor saving lives and healing wounds.

  Song Yali is really something, actually suspecting others in such a vulgar way and with such an attitude!

  For a moment, Fan Lao felt extremely ashamed.

  But what made Fan Lao even more speechless was that after Ye Chengfeng took the Chi Yan Ling Tie, he actually proposed to cure the illness for him and his grandson.

  This made Fan Lao almost unable to hold back a cry of surprise.

  Song Yali had clearly and unmistakably told him the conditions put forward by Ye Chengfeng.

  But what about now? Song Yalai had decided to follow Ye Chengfeng's words, but hadn't she not actually put it into practice yet? How could Ye Chengfeng...

  "Master Ye! Fan Mou is ashamed."

  Mr. Fan sighed heavily and said, "My wife is excellent in every way, but she has a bit of a flaw - she's a bit too proud and looks down on the poor. She offended you earlier, please don't take offense, I'm apologizing to you here."

  After finishing speaking, Fan Lao bent down and actually wanted to kowtow to Ye Shengfeng.

  "Mr. Fan, it's serious."

  Ye Chengfeng hastily supported him and bitterly smiled, saying: "Actually this morning, Song Dong had already apologized to me. On the contrary, I had some bad intentions towards her, asking her to earn 1,500 yuan within seven days through ordinary means as a condition for treatment."

  "That's also what she gets for herself."

  Fan Lao let out a cold hum: "Later, I'll punish her by making her wash dishes at the hotel for a month. Let her experience the taste of being an ordinary worker and see if she still dares to look down on others."

  "Never mind."

  Ye Chengfeng saw Fan Lao and said, "Since you've both already spoken to this extent, how can we bring up the matter of Song Yali earning 1,500 yuan in seven days again? He could only comfort him by saying, "Knowing one's mistakes and being able to change is a great virtue."

  "No way! She must learn her lesson this time."

  Mr. Fan was very serious and solemn: "Tonight, Mr. Ye will take care of the illness for my grandson and me, and I, Fan, will not mention it to her in advance! When she meets Mr. Ye's requirements, I'll let her breathe a sigh of relief!"

  "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, hurry up and go inside to rest."

  Ye Chengfeng smiled slightly, but in his heart, he was still a little surprised by Fan Lao's strict attitude towards educating his own family members.

  Maybe this is one of the reasons why Fan's family can stand in Shanghai for so many years without falling.