Chapter 571: Chapter 565: Parting Ways, Never to Meet Again
Gong Yang’s spirit endured an immense trauma that words couldn’t describe, writhing in pain, his heart trembling and even turning cold.
Just moments ago, he was the high-spirited Young Chairman of Xingyu Entertainment, but now he was utterly destroyed.
At this very moment, he even had the desire to die, kneeling on the ground, continuously begging Ye Tian for mercy.
"Alright, get up."
Ye Tian’s gaze was indifferent, his expression as cold as the moon, an invisible force lifting Gong Yang up.
"Mr. Ye, there must be some misunderstanding, please... on account of this fool, spare Gong Yang just this once."
Over there, Gong Nan struggled to support himself, pleading bitterly.
Meanwhile, he secretly messaged his secretary, "Notify everyone that Gong Yang is no longer the Young Chairman of Xingyu Entertainment, tell them not to indulge him so much!"
"Also, bring Gong Yang back immediately and find a mentor to strictly discipline him, teach him to cultivate his morals."
"Forget it, he’s just a child, hang up."
Ye Tian smiled faintly, then hung up the phone, waving his hand, "You two can leave now, next time you won’t find someone as easy-going as me."
"Yes, yes!!!"
Gong Yang nodded hurriedly, Mei Lingzi also nodded with a smile, supporting Gong Yang as they ran out, "Meili, you stay here with Mr. Ye, don’t forget the departure time tonight."
The two ran out in a hurry, helping Ye Tian close the door on their way out, the roar of a car engine echoed.
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"Wood, I didn’t expect you’d turn out to be such an impressive person."
After the incident, Shen Yimeng acted as if nothing had happened, lying on the sofa, munching on a watermelon with her left hand.
"Don’t drip watermelon juice on my sofa, clean it up with a tissue."
Ye Tian, with a head full of black lines, looked at her, tossing her a pack of Vinda tissues, reminding her again and again.
"Alright, you stingy!"
Shen Yimeng did a nimble flip, giggling foolishly, wiping the watermelon juice off her mouth, then ran into the kitchen to wash her hands before coming out.
Shen Yimeng sat quietly beside Ye Tian, the fragrant scent wafting over, not a cosmetic smell, but a fresh aroma like a hundred flowers, refreshing the mind upon inhaling, followed by a feeling of floating in bliss.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Shen Yimeng leaned forward, looking into Ye Tian’s eyes, raising a finger, her eyes watery.
"Ask away." Ye Tian felt helpless towards this kawaii R-country star, she was so naive, actually adorably foolish.
Shen Yimeng grinned, her face moving closer, a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, her eyes glinting slyly, "Why do you still have the name Ye Chenyu??"
Ye Tian fell silent, lowering his head, always smiling at people, cheerful and optimistic, yet his pupils shrank abruptly in an instant, gradually moistening.
"What’s wrong?? Did I... Did I say something wrong?" Shen Yimeng lightly poked Ye Tian’s thigh with her index finger, lowering her head, looking at him.
"Stay here and prepare, we’ll leave for the Qin Family at half past six."
Ye Tian’s voice was somewhat choked up, his moist eyes looking into the distance, walking straight out the door.
He raised his head to gaze at the starry sky, the moon hanging high.
Ye Tian’s thin figure stood in the cold wind, his eyes full of desolation, lost in the whirlpool of memories.
The sky vast, the land endless.
The wind blows and the grass bows, revealing cattle and sheep.
The green grass covered the mountains, exuding the breath of youth. He never forgot those days of poverty and suffering.
That year, he was eighteen.
Ye Tian led a squad of soldiers on a mission to execute a beheading operation.
In a month’s time, he and she traversed mountains, crossed seas.
They also witnessed magnificent and beautiful sunsets.
And the tides surging like a thousand layers of snow, with towering furious waves, contending with the lofty solitary birds.
Time passed over that beautiful grassland and ended there, forever, forever.
"Hey, you big-headed soldier, you have to follow my orders, understand."
"Listen up, my name is Xiao Mei, you are Ye Chenyu, from now on call me Sister Xiao."
"Huh, little girl, stop playing in the mud and don’t bother me, I’m very busy."
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"Hahaha, Ye Chenyu, look, I’ve made you a hat out of grass, let me put it on you....."
"I’m not wearing it, don’t chase me... You can’t catch me... You idiot, where are you bleeding??"
"Knee, it hurts so much, it’s all your fault, damn Ye Chenyu, I hate you!!"
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Past memories, the girl long unheard of.
It should have dissipated, gone with the red breeze.
Zhang’s mother once said, child, when you grow up, beware of being deceived by women, the prettier the woman, the more deceptive she is.
During the final beheading operation, Ye Tian’s entire team was ambushed, their plan had been leaked, the enemy was fully prepared.
The other members sacrificed themselves to cover him; using his immense strength and skills, he took down over a hundred mercenaries, infiltrating the enemy’s realm to kill their leader, uncovering the truth.
"Xiao Mei, why did you betray us?? Do you know how many brave soldiers died?"
On his return, with blood-soaked hands, he grabbed her collar, questioning her like an executioner.
"There’s no reason, let’s have a duel."
Back then, Xiao Mei’s tone was cold and unfeeling, pressing a dagger to his chest.
"Xiao Mei, just go, it’s best if we never meet again. If we do, it will be as mortal enemies."
"From today on, everything between us ends."
Ye Tian looked at the stubborn and arrogant Xiao Mei, gripping the dagger that had pierced his chest, blood dripping onto the grass.
She was already covered in bruises.
He threw down the dagger, his eyes only holding indifference and ruthlessness, turning around, abandoning her on the vast grassland.
Life and death are by fate, you and I are strangers again.
From this farewell, the mountains are high and the waters far, never to meet again.
From then on, the name Ye Chenyu became his demonic alias; what Gong Nan witnessed with his own eyes was him exterminating the entire Demon Sect.
Ye Tian stood under the moonlight, his heart heavy as iron; the memories of adulthood surged like the flood of a thousand-mile dam breaking, waves of recollection leaving him dazed.
And Shen Yimeng, leaning against the door, watching that desolate and bleak figure, felt a faint pain in her heart.
She turned back into the room, grabbing a large coat, quickening her steps, fearing the winter wind would chill this man.
Shen Yimeng slowly draped the coat over him, leaning close to his ear, her voice soft and tender, "Ye Tian, I’m sorry, really sorry."
"I didn’t mean it, hit me a few times, okay??"
Shen Yimeng placed her hands behind her back, standing silently before him, closing her eyes, an expression ready to be hit and scolded, her eyelashes trembling slightly, clearly scared.
Ye Tian shook his head, pushing the memories away, letting the past be the past, no more thoughts.
This trip to the Capital City, will fate arrange for them to meet again?
If they meet, will it be a life-and-death confrontation??
"Sigh, let’s go, skinny dumpling."
(Vote, brothers!)