The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 210 Who Wants to Teach Me?

Chinese New Year’s Eve.

Aside from Ye Zhenhong and his son Ye Dongjian, also present in the living room of the Ye family’s villa in Capital City were the elder of the Wus, Wu Anguo, and his two sons, Wu Zhifang and Wu Kunming, as well as his granddaughter Wu Xiaofei.

Ye Zhenhong and Wu Anguo were seated on the living room sofa, while the younger generation sat on chairs not far away.

As the Family Heads of the Yes and the Wus, Ye Zhenhong and Wu Anguo held considerable dignity in front of the younger generation; Ye Dongjian, Wu Kunming, and others did not dare to act rashly in front of these two elders.

"An Guo, why aren’t you having the reunion dinner at your own home on Chinese New Year’s Eve? Why bring Zhifang, Kunming, and Xiaofei over to join the excitement at our place?" the Ye family patriarch asked casually from the sofa.

Given the relationship between Ye Zhenhong and Wu Anguo, there was absolutely no need for hollow pleasantries between them—they spoke their minds openly. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Zhenhong, I don’t like what you’re implying. After all, our Xiaofei is now the fiancée of your grandson Chenfeng. All that’s missing is for Chenfeng to come back so we can make up for the engagement banquet. Aren’t our two families practically one now? That’s why I’ve come to liven things up at your Ye family’s house this Chinese New Year’s Eve."

Wu Anguo’s reasoning was quite sound—if the Wus hadn’t come to the Yes’ tonight, it would have been just the Ye patriarch and Ye Dongjian at home, as Ye Chenfeng hadn’t rushed back yet!

"Chenfeng said he’d be back on Chinese New Year’s Eve; how come he hasn’t arrived yet?" Ye Zhenhong muttered softly, feeling deeply longing for his grandson.

Wu Anguo picked up the teacup in front of him, gently took a sip of the green tea, and said, "Zhenhong, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you about. Not long ago, I heard the songster Song Zhong disappeared without a trace at the border trade market, and to this day, not a sign of him has been found. As I understand it, Chenfeng happened to be at the border around that time... This matter..."

"An Guo, we know very well what’s going on with some things, it’s better left unsaid. Son Zhong probably got what’s coming to him from Chenfeng... That Song family youngster has troubled our Chenfeng quite enough in the past," Ye Zhenhong said frankly, deeply relieved by the transformation of his grandson Chenfeng, believing none of the Ye descendants were cowards.

"Zhenhong, it looks like you don’t have to worry about the Ye family’s future! With Chenfeng, I bet the Ye family could ascend to greater heights," said Wu Anguo, extremely satisfied with his grandson-in-law, Chenfeng, sensing the young man’s future was bound for greatness.

"An Guo, you may not realize, but as Chenfeng’s grandfather, all I want is for him to live a safe and sound life, even if it’s mediocre. However, as the Family Head of the Yes, I do hope that our family can see someone strong enough to take on the burden. Clearly, Dongjian isn’t the right fit; that responsibility can only fall on Chenfeng," Ye Zhenhong said with a sigh, helpless that the Ye family’s direct lineage wasn’t flourishing under his generation—the side branches were all harboring ulterior motives, wearing him down.

"Zhenhong, you needn’t worry so much. As the saying goes, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. What path Chenfeng will take in the future isn’t something we can predict, but I believe the boy will bring us unexpected surprises," Wu Anguo said with a slight smile.

A short distance away, Ye Dongjian, Wu Kunming, and others were chatting quite warmly.

"Dongjian, what’s taking Chenfeng so long to come back? I haven’t seen him in months!" Wu Kunming was still contemplating how to poach Ye Chenfeng for the Capital Military Region.

"Big Black Bear, are we that familiar? Stop calling me Dongjian; it’s giving me goosebumps," Ye Dongjian said, pretending to shiver and showing a disgusted expression.

"Crap, you think I like calling you that? Once Xiaofei and Chenfeng are married, we’re technically family. I won’t beat you so badly you’ll be searching for teeth anymore—I’ll give you some face since you’ll be Chenfeng’s uncle," Wu Kunming retorted irritably.

Ye Dongjian and Wu Kunming had grown up bickering and fighting; when the two of them were together, it was guaranteed they’d start trading barbs within five minutes. Their unique friendship was one of an unusual kind.

"Dongjian, Kunming, both of you cut it out! If the elders hear you, you’ll be scolded bloody again," spoke Wu Xiaofei’s father, Wu Zhifang.

Perhaps because Wu Zhifang was in politics, in terms of temperament he was far more composed than Ye Dongjian and Wu Kunming. He would likely be the next Family Head of the Wus.

Seated in her place, Wu Xiaofei’s beautiful eyes fixated unwaveringly on the living room door, her fair face filled with both anticipation and disarray. Facing Ye Chenfeng this time, she didn’t know how she should present herself before him? She had always played the role of a sister in front of Ye Chenfeng.

However, it seemed that was no longer appropriate, given that she was now engaged to Ye Chenfeng, becoming his fiancée. The mere thought of Ye Chenfeng’s distinct facial features quickened Wu Xiaofei’s heartbeat inexplicably.

Biting her lip, Wu Xiaofei shyly cursed herself internally, "Wu Xiaofei, aren’t you ashamed? You’re beyond help, it seems you’ve really fallen for Ye Chenfeng."

"Xiaofei, I see you staring so hard your eyeballs might fall out. Chenfeng said he would rush back on New Year’s Eve, but with that kid, words can hang in the air!"

Recalling the day Ye Chenfeng had hung up his call and then turned off his phone, Ye Dongjian felt a lingering dissatisfaction!

Wu Xiaofei’s cheeks flushed slightly as she quickly shifted her gaze. Where was the straightforward, unconstrained woman they were used to? She had completely transformed into a demure jade.

Ye Dongjian, Wu Kunming, and even Wu Xiaofei’s father Wu Zhifang had their eyes widened as if they couldn’t believe the bashful woman before them was Wu Xiaofei.

"Well, it seems that our Xiaofei has truly been tamed by Chenfeng. I was all this time worried about her not being able to marry off! Now, looking at her coy demeanor, she would probably captivate quite a few heirs of Capital City’s noble families," Wu Kunming remarked rather emotionally.

"Dongjian, why hasn’t that kid Chenfeng come back yet? Didn’t you say he would return before New Year’s Eve? We’re all waiting for him to start the meal!" the elder Ye, Ye Zhenhong, seated on the sofa, spoke up.

Ye Dongjian didn’t dare act up in front of his own father and hurriedly answered, "Dad, Chenfeng did tell me that over the phone. That kid should be able to make it back, let me try calling him again."

When Ye Dongjian dialed Ye Chenfeng’s mobile number, he heard, "The number you have dialed is turned off, please try again later..."

"Dad, Chenfeng’s phone is still turned off!" Ye Dongjian said to the elder Ye after hanging up.

Elder Ye’s face turned stern as he scolded, "What kind of uncle are you? You were with Chenfeng in Tianhai, and yet you returned to Capital City alone. Couldn’t you wait for Chenfeng to come back together? Look, now you can’t even get through to him on the phone. I really don’t know where Chenfeng is now?"

Ye Dongjian felt incredibly wronged and cautiously said, "Dad, it was Chenfeng who asked me to return first! Otherwise..."

Elder Ye cut him off, "Are you his junior uncle, or is Chenfeng your junior uncle? He told you to come back first, and you just did? You don’t behave like an elder at all."

"Dad, don’t worry. If that kid Chenfeng doesn’t come back on time tonight, the next time I see him, I, as his junior uncle, will surely teach him a good lesson. Let’s see if he dares to ignore me again," Ye Dongjian declared, thumping his chest with resolve.

"Who is going to teach me a lesson? I just got off the plane, and it’s time to stretch my muscles a bit!"

A teasing voice reached the Yes’ living room. Following it entered Ye Chenfeng, dressed in black clothing, holding a travel bag in his hand, his gaze lingering on his junior uncle, Ye Dongjian.

Being stared at by Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, Ye Dongjian involuntarily swallowed his saliva. He knew very well the strength of Ye Chenfeng; actually sparring with Chenfeng would be just like walking into a wall. There was no real difference between the two—it was simply self-torture. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)