If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would have doubted if Ye Xuan was just another countryside folk like them!

Meanwhile, Su Qinian was filled with an uncontrollable joy upon hearing the workers’ admiration. His soul was smiling, almost making him forget about his injuries.

As a father, nothing sounds sweeter than hearing people say your son is outstanding or your son-in-law is incredible, right?

Su Qinian is just an ordinary person.

Of course, he wasn’t always ordinary...

"Haha, I’m just lucky, I’m just lucky!"

Su Qinian laughed, waving his hand as he spoke conventionally, though his eyes were brimming with pride and contentment.

It was as if he were saying: Yeah, my son-in-law is just this good and impressive, envy all you want! Hahaha!

The group of workers suddenly didn’t feel like continuing their praise.

Director, you’re gloating!

...

Staying in Qingfeng Town wasn’t of much use, and since Su Yumo was a diligent person who wanted to return to work early, Ye Xuan took her back towards East Sea shortly after.

However, compared to when they came, the speed was noticeably much slower.

Su Yumo anxiously said, "Come on, Ye Xuan, drive faster. Aren’t you good at driving? It’s already past noon, and if we don’t get back soon, it’ll basically be a no-show day for me!"

"What’s the rush? The whole company is ours; we can do whatever we want," Ye Xuan shrugged indifferently.

"You can’t say that. The CEO trusts me, so I must do my job well!" Su Yumo insisted. "If you’re deliberately driving this slowly, I’ll get mad at you!"

"Okay, okay."

Ye Xuan had no choice but to speed up.

Only then did Su Yumo’s face reveal a satisfied smile. Her beautiful eyes shifted, and she suddenly leaned over to Ye Xuan’s side, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Like a dragonfly skimming the surface, before Ye Xuan could react, Su Yumo retreated, full of bliss as she smiled, "Ye Xuan, you’re so nice, this is your reward, Best Son-in-law!"

"Best Son-in-law?" Ye Xuan was stunned before he laughed with interest. "Shouldn’t you give me an award or something? A trophy maybe?"

"Ah..." Su Yumo’s face showed a bit of difficulty, "A trophy too?"

"Just kidding." Ye Xuan shook his head, suddenly thinking of something: "But since you’re praising me like this, we should cater to it. How much does your family still owe? I’ll help you pay it off."

On the way, Ye Xuan had already learned that Su Qinian owed some debt to other relatives.

Su Yumo was startled by his words, then shook her head repeatedly, "No, absolutely not!"

"Why not? My money is your money," Ye Xuan rolled his eyes, feeling helpless.

"Just can’t!" Su Yumo stubbornly said, "I’m staying with you purely; if I take your money, then our relationship changes!"

Ye Xuan smiled bitterly, finding himself helpless with Su Yumo.

But he understood why, considering their relationship wasn’t genuinely spousal in nature, even if no one mentioned it or knew about it, it would hurt Su Yumo’s pride.

"How about this," Ye Xuan pondered and said, "I’ll lend you the money. You can clear the external debts first. Once you have money later, you can pay me back, how’s that?"

"Borrow your money?" Su Yumo hesitated.

"It’s really borrowing. We’d write an IOU, and I’d even charge you interest!" Ye Xuan laughed and said, "For me, it’s a reasonable business investment. For you, it’s like consolidating all debts for clarity; isn’t it perfect for both sides?"

"Hmm..." Su Yumo lowered her head, pondering for a moment before finally nodding, "Alright, let’s do that. I’ll ask my dad to tally up the total debt!"

"Now that’s the spirit."

Ye Xuan was contentedly smiling, appreciating this trait of Su Yumo.

Easy to persuade!

Meanwhile, Su Yumo had already dialed Su Qinian, starting to gather the Su Family’s total debt information.

But at this moment.

Bang!

A sudden loud noise happened on the road ahead.

Ye Xuan, who was admiring Su Yumo’s beauty, instinctively stepped on the brake upon hearing it. The abrupt halt nearly flung them out; even Su Yumo’s phone was flung from her grasp.

"What the heck?"

Both of them looked forward in unison, and their brows furrowed simultaneously.

About twenty meters ahead on the road stood a figure appearing exceptionally bizarre.

Beneath that figure’s feet, the ground was cracked piece by piece, with an area of several square meters.

This is a master!

This is a master, and a strange person too.

Judging by appearance, he seemed about fifty, with gray hair but without visible wrinkles on his face. He looked healthy, with a contained yet powerful aura.

He was wearing a kimono and clogs, a katana strapped to his back, and expressionless, but his sharp eyes were filled with intense and fierce energy.

Even his eyes seemed to cut through like the blade behind him.

Such an attire needs no question; it’s clear what kind of person he is.

Northern Federation, Samurai!

Ye Xuan’s brows slightly furrowed. Even through the car window, he could clearly feel that this bizarre person from Northern Federation was one of the rare masters he had ever seen since his rise.

Stronger than Zhao Yunfei!

Of course, excluding his own mentor, whose actual prowess Ye Xuan couldn’t quite estimate...

"Ye Xuan..."

Seeing such a strange person, Su Yumo’s face gradually turned pale, full of worry as she looked at Ye Xuan.

"Don’t worry, it’s fine."

Ye Xuan snapped back to reality, smiling as he patted Su Yumo’s thigh, "He has the intent to kill, but no hostility. You stay in the car, I’ll go meet him."

Saying this, Ye Xuan opened the door and exited.

Su Yumo sat in the car, unable to comprehend, confused.

No hostility, yet intent to kill, what does that mean?

Normally, shouldn’t hostility come first, followed by the intent to kill?

...

The rural and urban road between East Sea and Qingfeng Town had little traffic flow, especially in this section, where at least three branches and shortcuts existed. Though the road was spacious, you hardly saw a car for half a day.

Especially quiet.

The breeze passed by, ruffling the gray hair of the Northern Federation Samurai.

Snap!

At the car’s front, Ye Xuan leisurely lit a cigarette, as usual.

Taking a deep puff of the thick smoke, Ye Xuan squinted at the Northern Federation Samurai, chuckling lightly, "Are you here to kill me?"

The Samurai scanned Ye Xuan twice, "Are you Ye Xuan?"

Ye Xuan laughed, "No mistake. What? Not quite like what you imagined Ye Xuan would be?"

"A little." The Samurai nodded, "But only a little."

Ye Xuan: "Oh?"