Even a tiger, fierce as it is, will not eat its cubs, let alone a human.
After ascending to the throne of the Hong Kong tycoon, Fang Zaitian began to look back for his once true love, the mother and daughter he had abandoned in his inland hotown.
Perhaps it was guilt.
Perhaps it was a sense of debt.
Perhaps it was just yearning.
When a man reaches the pinnacle, having seen all the glitz and glamor, the rights and wrongs, the deceit and betrayal, he starts to enjoy reminiscing, searching for the woman who initially struggled alongside him.
Fang Zaitian was no different.
And Long Yuqing seized upon this, inviting Fang Zaitian to assist her, holding the leverage over him, which referred to Fang Zaitian's daughter.
Long Yuqing bit her silver tooth, still carrying a hint of anger on her face, and with Fang Zaitian's daughter in her hands, she was more convinced that the Qin Family was behind this fire accident.
Ye Tianfan looked at Long Yuqing, who was filled with anger, wanting to explain more, but Long Yuqing had already turned away.
Now Long Yuqing didn't have the ti to think too much; she must return to the Long Group imdiately, calculate the loss, and prepare a strong counterattack.
Ye Tianfan did not stop Long Yuqing, but couldn't help but frown. He always had an indescribable feeling about these two won, Long Yuqing and Qin Ruong.
Qin Ruong was like wine, the more you taste, the more flavorful it becos,
Though knowing it would lead to drunkenness, you still want another glass.
Long Yuqing was like a cigarette, the more you smoke, the more addictive it becos,
Though knowing it's harmful, you just can't quit.
On the left and right, hard to part with.
"Stop looking, she's gone far." Yan Feishuang softly approached Ye Tianfan, whispering gently.
"Mm, let's go back." Ye Tianfan nodded, turned to look at Yan Feishuang, and naturally reached out to wrap his arm around her fragrant shoulder.
And what about this woman?
A rootless duckweed, drifting aimlessly, wanting to rely on soone, but always remaining ambiguous.
Returning to the bar, Ye Tianfan sat at the counter and picked up the bottle of red wine that Li Tianxing had brought earlier, which still had half left.
Ye Tianfan poured two glasses, one for Yan Feishuang, and held one in his hand, savoring it carefully.
Yan Feishuang swirled her wine glass, taking a slow sip.
Red wine always becos sweeter and more aromatic the more you drink, n seem richer the more you look at them, just like the Ye Tianfan before her, who felt both near and faraway to Yan Feishuang.
The wine doesn't intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves. Yan Feishuang's eyes grew misty with intoxication, while Ye Tianfan feigned drunkenness, bringing them closer, and what happened next seed natural.
Ye Tianfan even recalled the wild night he shared with Yan Feishuang, riding wildly on her; when the emotions reached their peak, things seed to happen naturally, but at this critical mont, Ye Tianfan's phone chid inappropriately.
A WeChat ssage.
Sent by Ji Liancheng.
Just one word.
"Help."
Followed by a location share, Lingbei District.
This instantly sank Ye Tianfan's heart, Ji Liancheng sending a distress ssage from Lingbei District?
Could it be that Qin Ruong and Ji Liancheng rushed to Lingbei District overnight?
"What's wrong?" Yan Feishuang frowned slightly, asking.
"Sothing happened in Lingbei District, I have to go save them!" Before Ye Tianfan finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the bar entrance.
Yan Feishuang swiftly pulled an oiled paper umbrella from under the bar and quickly followed, "I'll go with you."
Ye Tianfan glanced down at the oiled paper umbrella, the very one snatched from the Yama Hall man, now it was most fitting for Yan Feishuang to wield it.
This oiled paper umbrella appeared ordinary, yet it was a hidden gem, one of the prized weapons from Yama Hall.
It traces its history back to the rattan-armored soldiers of the Three Kingdoms era.
Legend has it that the rattan armor wielded by ng Huo's soldiers could resist blades and swords, and this oiled paper umbrella shared a marvelously similar principle.
The most important thing was that Ye Tianfan thought such an item was more suitable for a woman to use.
A woman holding an oiled paper umbrella was graceful and elegant.
A man holding an oiled paper umbrella, if not Xu Xian, would look quite foppish.
Following the location Ji Liancheng sent, Ye Tianfan and Yan Feishuang quickly arrived at the Lingbei District dock.
Huge containers were lined up side by side, the night was deep making it impossible to accurately find Ji Liancheng's location.
"Search separately!" Ye Tianfan whispered before he could move, suddenly sensing a chill rushing past his back.
"Watch out!"
Ye Tianfan swiftly turned, pulling Yan Feishuang aside, as a shadow lunged out, launching a fierce palm strike at Ye Tianfan.
The strike was vicious, targeting two at once, initially aid at Yan Feishuang, but after she was pulled away by Ye Tianfan, the palm attack headed straight for Ye Tianfan's forehead.
"Boom..."
Ye Tianfan had no ti to react further, instinctively countering with a reverse palm strike.
As the two palms collided, a gust of wind burst forth instantly, making Ye Tianfan feel a sharp tingle in his hand, forcing him to stagger back two or three steps.
The energy in this person's palm was indeed strong!
"Who are you?"
Ye Tianfan growled, quickly advancing with tiger-like swiftness, summoning fists that whirled powerfully towards the shadowy figure.
"Bang... bang... bang..."
In a series of three moves, Ye Tianfan's strikes landed solidly, not sparing the mystic energy in his fists, yet the figure's body felt boneless, remarkably soft, smoothly dissipating each blow Ye Tianfan delivered.
"Using minimal force to move a great load, Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Palm!" Ye Tianfan suddenly halted, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes as he coldly addressed the shadowy figure, "Are you from the Chen Family?"
"Correct! Young Master Ye, you have keen insight! Your prowess has improved significantly."
The shadowy figure burst into hearty laughter, stepping out from the shadows. Upon removing his mask, an elderly man with a head of white hair erged, three-inch-long goatee on his chin, standing hands behind his back, spine erect, creating the impression of a towering mountain.
Ye Tianfan's pupils involuntarily shrank as he uttered, "Chen Changsheng, esteed elder! It's you!"
To make Ye Tianfan use 'you' respectfully, signifies that this man holds a high position in the Ancient Martial Realm; Chen Changsheng was indeed the Sect Leader of the Tai Chi Sect! In a revered status, he was one of the few who could personally visit the Ye Family's Ancient Mansion for tea.
"What brings you here?" Ye Tianfan couldn't help but frown, wondering if Chen Changsheng had co to harm Qin Ruong and Ji Liancheng?
Given Chen Changsheng's eminent standing in the Ancient Martial Realm, how could he possibly ddle with worldly affairs? Moreover, the Tai Chi Sect always emphasized self-cultivation and moral integrity—who could invite such an old master to intervene?
Ye Tianfan's expression grew increasingly somber, as a na - Fang Zaitian - repeatedly flashed through his mind.
If it truly was him, then Fang Zaitian was incredibly fearso! To be able to summon Chen Changsheng from his seclusion, such ans were beyond ordinary capabilities!
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