The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 560: The Silent Slap Hurts the Most

Dawn.

The sun slowly rose from the east, its warm rays tearing through the darkness, awakening the slumbering creatures.

Last night, Ye Chenfeng drank wine and spat blood, pointing at the starry sky, he made a vow to send everyone in Xuantian Sect to meet King Yama.

After the doctor’s examination, the Yes found out that Ye Chenfeng had sustained serious internal injuries, and even had many broken bones in his chest, necessitating proper rest in the days to come.

The Yes’ elder, Ye Zhenhong, went to attend a high-level meeting early in the morning, while Wu Xiaofei sat by Ye Chenfeng’s bedside. She hadn’t closed her eyes the whole night and had been taking care of Ye Chenfeng, observing his furrowed brows even in sleep. Wu Xiaofei reached out with her delicate fingers, gently and tenderly touching Ye Chenfeng’s forehead, and muttered to herself, "Chenfeng, can you not be so reckless in the future? What if something happened to you? What am I supposed to do? What about Yu Ting, Wan Ting, Xin’er, and Feifei? We silly women have committed our lives to you, this man. How can you bear the thought of us remaining widowed for a lifetime?"

Ye Chenfeng, lying in bed, fluttered his eyelids slightly and slowly opened his eyes to see Wu Xiaofei with reddened eyes. Rubbing his groggy head, he then remembered that his injuries must have been made known to the Yes. A wry smile appeared on his lips as he pulled Wu Xiaofei into his embrace.

Wu Xiaofei, who was deeply saddened and had her head lowered, was obviously stunned for a couple of seconds when Ye Chenfeng suddenly pulled her into an embrace. Immediately afterward, she said, "Chenfeng, stay properly in bed. The doctor said you need to rest for at least a month or two."

Ye Chenfeng dismissively curled his lips, his Soul Force within constantly healing his wounds. With his Level Nine Soul Force completely replenished, it wouldn’t take too many days for his injuries to fully recover. Following a night’s rest, Ye Chenfeng no longer felt the intense pain in his chest, only occasional twinges.

Embracing Wu Xiaofei and inhaling her faint scent of hair, Ye Chenfeng felt the sorrowful emotions from his parents’ issues resurface; usually, such sadness was sealed deep inside his heart.

Wu Xiaofei did not give Ye Chenfeng the chance to go further, saying, "Chenfeng, stop, don’t—your injuries haven’t fully healed yet. You can’t do that sort of thing now. Once you’re better, I’ll do whatever you want."

Considering his current physical condition, Ye Chenfeng indeed shouldn’t engage in vigorous activities, so he had to let go of Wu Xiaofei for the time being.

After some tender moments with Wu Xiaofei, Ye Chenfeng swept away the dark mood from his heart and reverted to his usual carefree self.

...

The sudden annihilation of the Songs’ direct lineage overnight, along with the news about the Songs that appeared on Huaxia Country’s websites, left many unsettled.

In the conference room, Ye Zhenhong and Wu Anguo wore calm smiles on their faces: this time, the two of us have truly aired our grievances satisfactorily. Yu Fengnian, Yang Yuan, and the other old men who were close to the Songs were all wearing worried expressions. They had never expected the Songs to collude with a sect from the Ancient Martial World, attempting to control the major families of Capital City. What was even more unexpected was that after the conspiracy was exposed, the Songs’ direct lineage was mercilessly slaughtered, leaving many elders present feeling unease.

Wu Anguo chuckled, breaking the silence, "I’ve always said that the Songs harbored ulterior motives, but you would not believe me. You even sided with the Songs time and again. I’m beginning to suspect your collusion with the Songs in their dealings with the Ancient Martial World. Would any of you like to explain yourselves on this matter?"

"An Guo is absolutely right. Those who have supported and backed the Songs may all be suspected of colluding with the Ancient Martial World. Should we have the relevant departments step in for an investigation?" Ye Zhenhong’s gaze swept across Yu Fengnian and Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan, naturally hot-tempered, couldn’t stand it anymore and shouted, "Ye Zhenhong, Wu Anguo, enough is enough from you two."

"Enough is enough?" Ye Zhenhong no longer had any reservations. Now that the Song family’s conspiracy had been thoroughly exposed to the world, anyone who had dealings with the Songs, or had once supported them, was bound to be implicated to some extent. Holding this trump card, Ye Zhenhong had the capability to endlessly amplify even the smallest of loopholes. Soon enough, anyone present could have a taste of his wrath, perhaps even to the point of never recovering from the setback.

"Yang Yuan, mind your tone. Wasn’t it you who was involved with the Songs? I remember you and Yu Fengnian once came to the Yes to seek justice for the Song family, not hesitating to completely sever ties with us over the matter. Aren’t these facts sufficient to suspect your collusion with the Songs and the factions of the Ancient Martial World?"

"If you think these suspicions aren’t enough, I can always reveal everything to the major families across Huaxia Country for a thorough discussion. Let’s see if they will suspect you, and whether your families will be severely damaged. What right do you have to yell at me now? I, Ye Zhenhong, have tolerated you for quite some time."

Ye Zhenhong looked at Yang Yuan with a calm demeanor. The Yes had long since fallen out with both the Yu and Yang families, and now that Yu Fengnian and Yang Yuan were unwilling to bow their heads, he was not averse to widening the rift between them.

Color rose to Yu Fengnian’s face, and he took several deep breaths, gradually calming his anger. He knew very well that now was not the time to be at odds with the Yes. This time, they could only downplay the severity of the issue, allowing the Yes and the Wus to gain some advantage. Otherwise, the matter with the Song family would certainly spill over to their respective families.

"Yang Yuan, calm down. Zhenhong is right; we do have certain suspicions. However, it was entirely our mistake, blinded by the Songs—a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I trust that Zhenhong and An Guo will understand. Of course, I, Yu Fengnian, am willing to offer some compensation to both the Ye and Wu families, enough to satisfy both Zhenhong and An Guo."

Yu Fengnian set a very humble tone. His words clearly meant that as long as the Ye and Wu families didn’t dwell on the matter, the Yu family was willing to offer satisfactory benefits to them.

"Elder Ye, Elder Wu, I was mistaken about Song Yigang. I also agree with what Yu Fengnian has said, and I’m willing to do the same."

"Elders Ye and Wu, we have all been working together for many years. Since Yu Fengnian has put forth this proposal, and I was also deceived by Song Yigang, then I’m willing to do the same as Yu Fengnian."

...

The elders who once stood by the Songs were one by one willing to compensate the Yes and the Wus, as long as the latter two families stopped pursuing the matter further.

Despite his inner rage, Yang Yuan saw everyone bowing their heads and ultimately had no choice but to soften his stance: "Elder Ye, Elder Wu, I am also willing to follow Yu Fengnian’s lead."

Seeing these opponents, now bowing to them, Elder Ye and Elder Wu felt immensely satisfied. Ye Zhenhong said, "I remember you all wanted my grandson Ye Chenfeng to turn himself in yesterday? So, does he still need to surrender now?"

"Zhenhong, what are you talking about? Chenfeng crippled a guest of the Song family. By that logic, that person must be from the Ancient Martial World. Where is there any crime committed by Chenfeng? If anything, we should be rewarding him generously." Yu Fengnian’s facial muscles twitched slightly, his anger on the verge of exploding.

Yang Yuan, along with the other elders who were closer to the Songs, felt an extreme sense of suffocation inside. Just yesterday, they all demanded punishment for Ye Chenfeng, and now...

This silent slap did not make a sound, but its pain was immense.

The Ye and Wu families came out of this ordeal with a full basin of gold foil. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)