Chapter 50 - 50 050 Venting Yunjing Su Family 2 more s

Chapter 50: 050 Venting, Yunjing Su Family! [2 more chapters] Chapter 50: 050 Venting, Yunjing Su Family! [2 more chapters] For Yan Tingfeng, even a cup worth a hundred thousand was merely an object outside of his body, of no concern to him, just like how he never bothered to check how many zeroes were in his account, which his subordinates managed for him. However, when the cup was a gift for Ye Wanlan, its meaning and value became completely different. He wouldn’t allow anyone to interrupt his hunt. “You… what are you talking about?” Even the slow-witted Sheng Song could sense the looming crisis, “Who are you? I don’t even know you!” “If she is not happy, I am not happy,” Yan Tingfeng said, his face still hidden in the shadows, his eyelashes lowered, “Therefore, you can’t be happy either.” “Rip—” “Ah!” A force struck, and Sheng Song was thrown to the ground out of nowhere. Before he could react, his clothing ripped, and someone stomped on him a few times, targeting his ankles, causing him to scream in pain. In the distance, two people were talking, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. “I watched the video, he stomped with his right foot, right, Tietie?” “Don’t know, just stomp is all.” “This guy has bullied many people, and just the other day, he sent a boy to the hospital, excessive.” The cries of Sheng Song continued, but Bing He and Tie Ma didn’t stop their beating. Before long, Bing He reported cheerily, “Young Master, we’re done.” Yan Tingfeng didn’t speak, still standing under the moon. His long white hair was lifted by the wind, and with every movement of the moonlight, a faint luminescence scattered. He looked down at Sheng Song on the ground, silent. It took a full ten minutes before Sheng Song struggled to regain his mobility. And from beginning to end, he hadn’t seen anyone’s face. It really was like seeing a ghost! Sёarch* The nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “A ghost! There’s a ghost!” Sheng Song screamed hysterically, not caring about anything else, scrambling towards the exit of the villa area. Crawling on the ground, he looked like a caterpillar. Yan Tingfeng’s expression was indifferent as he took out a tissue and wiped clean a drop of blood on the back of his hand. “Something’s missing…” he murmured. Having slept for three hundred years, he still missed the times when he could freely deal with grudges in the martial world. Those who harmed the common folk deserved to be killed. As the Supreme Martial Arts Master, he had the ability and the right to do so. “We’re leaving,” Yan Tingfeng turned to leave. Bing He followed, “Young Master, aren’t you going to tell Miss Ye?” “Hmm?” Yan Tingfeng stopped and turned his head. “You avenged her; you should at least tell her,” Bing He hastily explained, “You can’t just act without speaking; letting her know could also bring you closer to Miss Ye.” Tie Ma was greatly impressed. Since when did Bing He have emotional intelligence? Could it be that he’d been studying in secret, intending to outdo him? “No need,” Yan Tingfeng said coldly, “And keep your mouths shut as well.” He didn’t want her to know his dark side, even though it was his true self. The last time at Little Gold Mountain, he had encountered her without any disguise by accident. Bing He quickly covered his own mouth. “A ghost, there’s a ghost in the neighborhood!” Sheng Song continued to use his hands and feet, rolling and crawling to the gate, and upon seeing someone, he clung to them desperately, “There’s a ghost inside!” The people he encountered were an old couple walking their dog, and the old lady was given quite a fright. The old man, furious, kicked him, “What is this?” “Young Master?” The driver waiting outside the community recognized Sheng Song, shocked, “What happened to you…?” A trip to the Sheng Family ended with him coming out naked and as if someone had stomped on him? “There’s a ghost inside, hurry! Let’s get out of here!” Sheng Song crawled into the car, “Drive quickly!” “Hey, what’s wrong with your property management? I didn’t buy your houses to watch some lunatic crawling on the ground without clothes outside our door!” the old man angrily contacted the property management, “You’re charging 20 yuan per square meter just to deal with this?” The property management hurried over, “Sir, rest assured, we will definitely not let people who tarnish the city’s image come in again; I’ve noted down the license plate number!” The old man snorted coldly, leading away the old lady with one hand and pulling the Samoyed with the other. At that very moment, in the Sheng Family Old Mansion. Sheng Yunyi was on the phone with Zhou Hechen, hesitantly saying, “Hechen, may I trouble you with something? I’m not sure if it’s convenient for you.” Zhou Hechen had just finished a meeting and was somewhat tired; he pressed his temples but still asked warmly, “Tell me.” “Do you remember the painting we saw at the Lin Family a few days ago? It turns out it’s from the Yongning Painting School,” Sheng Yunyi said, “But at the time, except for Qinghan, none of us noticed.” “Really?” Zhou Hechen was slightly astonished. Fang Qinghan grew up playing with calligraphy and paintings, his judgment had always been accurate. It was just that day he was so full of anger, he hadn’t paid attention to anything else. “I just want to ask you to inquire where Miss Ye found that painting?” Sheng Yunyi laughed, “Saying she picked it up is definitely an impulsive statement, but she probably didn’t expect the painting’s value either.” “Alright, I promise you.” Zhou Hechen would not reject any of her requests, “You like Yongning Painting School, I’ll accompany you to the weekend art exhibition.” “You’re working hard, busy with work and still accompanying me.” Sheng Yunyi put down her phone. She looked at the surveillance footage she had just received, lost in thought. After a while, she showed a smile and then sent the footage to another person. ** The next morning, Sheng Song didn’t come to class. But that wasn’t anything unusual; Sheng Song often skipped classes, and the students of Senior Year 2 Class 2 were used to it. In Senior Year 2 Class 1, the students were in a buzz. “Sheng Song didn’t come to class, I bet he was called away by the Moral Education Director yesterday, he must have gotten a demerit.” “The new student’s desk was trashed; it’s pretty clear he did it, only his little group would target other students like that.” “It’s good that the Moral Education Director distinguishes right from wrong, he didn’t blame Wanlan for the fault, Sheng Song got what he deserved.” Ye Wanlan was browsing through the competition books given to her by the Physics Group Leader; she read very quickly. To her, these books posed no challenge; when she was trapped in time, she had already begun to study quantum entanglement. “Hey, Wanlan, are you good at physics?” a girl inquired curiously, “Then why did you choose history and biology? I chose history because my physics is so bad I just couldn’t continue with it.” Ye Wanlan smiled faintly: “I like history.” “Actually, I quite like history too, just having a headache about what major to choose later.” The girl sighed, “My mom wants me to study traditional Chinese medicine, but I’m not interested in medicine at all—traditional Chinese—” Su Xueqing shivered suddenly upon hearing these two words. She began to experience auditory hallucinations. “Look what you’ve done, you study medicine! How could you do this?” “Get out! Get out of the Su Family, we have no offspring like you, who do you reckon you’re being fair to?” “Xueqing, be good, never return to Yunjing again…” Su Xueqing clasped her head with her hands, her body shaking uncontrollably. She pressed hard over her ears, but the voices were as if they had taken root in her mind, impossible to dispel no matter what. “Not good, Student Ye, she is having an episode.” Seeing this, the class representative was shocked, “Come on, collect all the breakables around, let her calm down by herself.” The last time Su Xueqing had such a condition, it was when a woman came to the class looking for her. She then frantically smashed the classroom’s vase, her hands full of wounds, bloodied and appalling to see. Su Xueqing had always been invisible in the class until her several episodes let other students witness her strangeness. But Ye Wanlan didn’t leave; instead, she placed her hand on Su Xueqing’s shoulder, her voice very gentle: “Calm down, relax, breathe out, exhale…” Miraculously, with her comforting, the hallucinations Su Xueqing heard gradually disappeared, and her breathing returned to normal. “I…” Su Xueqing regained her senses, her body still trembling. She looked up blankly, her face streaked with uneven tear marks. “No more crying.” Ye Wanlan pulled out a tissue, gently wiped her tears away, her voice even softer, “It’s all in the past, you’ll have a great future, no one can stop you from pursuing your dreams.” Su Xueqing looked at the girl dumbfoundedly, her mind struggling to keep up: “You…” The class representative was also stunned: “It actually worked…” Does Student Ye also have the same effect as a sedative? “An incident, an incident!” The PE representative ran in gasping for air at that moment, “Our school is trending on social media!” “So what if we’re trending, it has nothing to do with us.” The class representative didn’t care much, “You go to the canteen and buy some candy to replenish Xueqing’s energy.” “It’s related! Hugely related!” The PE representative was frantic, “Even though it’s blurred out, at one glance you can see it’s our new student.” Ye Wanlan looked up. “What blurring?” the class representative moved forward. It was a ten-second clip from the school’s surveillance video, showing the moment Ye Wanlan kicked over Sheng Song’s desk, which then fell on him. Everyone had been blurred out, but the actions were very clear. #Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School, bullying incident# This hashtag was newly created and had climbed up the local trending list, attracting the attention of many Jiangcheng netizens. [Is this… a delinquent girl? Look at how fiercely she kicks; average students can’t do that.] [Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School? Is it that far-out suburban dump of a high school? Heard they take any student to boost enrollment rates, anyone’s welcome, didn’t expect the school’s trash, and the students are the same.] [If such students aren’t expelled, which parent could feel comfortable letting their child study in such a school?]