Chapter 699: Chapter 0617: Zhonghai Yang Family
"Huh?"
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze tightened slightly. If the first time the call didn’t go through, it was because Ouyang Liluo’s phone wasn’t with her, but the second time it was turned off, clearly indicating something was wrong.
"What’s happened? Could it be that someone from the World Court has made a move?"
Ye Qingfeng thought of this but gently shook his head. Though the World Court had already developed a grudge against him, such a Martial Artist Alliance wouldn’t target ordinary people.
While he was puzzled, Ye Gang’s call suddenly came through.
"Xiao Feng, I just received a letter about Liluo!"
Ye Gang’s voice carried a hint of anger, making Ye Qingfeng’s eyes sharpen.
Even if the sky collapsed and the world fell apart, he could still remain indifferent, but something happening to Ouyang Liluo made him extremely anxious.
"Uncle Gang, what happened?"
Ye Gang continued, "Hurry to Yanjing Airport, this time we both need to go together!"
A trace of surprise flashed through Ye Qingfeng’s heart, and his worry grew stronger. What exactly happened to Ouyang Liluo that even Ye Gang wanted to travel with him?
"Alright, I’m heading over right now!"
Ye Qingfeng leapt up, disregarding everything, and flew straight through the sky at extreme speed.
A few minutes later, he appeared at the airport, where Ye Gang was already waiting in the waiting room.
"Uncle Gang, what’s the matter?"
Ye Qingfeng’s face was filled with intense Evil Qi, his eyes flashing with cold light.
Ye Gang handed over a letter from his pocket, "Look at this first!"
Taking the letter, Ye Qingfeng first saw three bold, powerful words on the envelope, exuding an air of arrogance.
"Yang Tainan?"
The letter was actually written by Yang Tainan.
Ye Qingfeng opened the envelope and glanced over the contents. The cold light in his eyes intensified a hundredfold.
"Yang Tainan? Yang Beixuan? They’re courting death!"
His voice was icy, and flames ignited on his fist, burning the paper to ashes.
Ye Gang patted Ye Qingfeng’s shoulder and said gravely, "Calm down first. I came with you precisely because I was worried you would unleash your wrath and go on a rampage."
"The Zhonghai Yang Family is a longstanding, influential family. Let me handle this matter, and don’t take action unless absolutely necessary!"
Although the murderous intent in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes was restrained, his imposing aura hadn’t diminished one bit.
He clenched his fist, producing a cracking sound, with subtle flames flickering in his eyes.
"Hmph, I hope Yang Tainan is wise enough not to ruin the entire Yang Family for the sake of a despicable grandson!"
Zhonghai, East District.
In one of the villas in the central business district.
Ouyang Liluo sat in a room decorated in pink, resting her chin on her hand.
She still couldn’t believe her always caring and doting parents had uncharacteristically locked her in her room and taken her phone when she was about to leave for school.
"Liluo, come, it’s time to eat!"
The door opened, and a beautiful woman who bore some resemblance to Ouyang Liluo walked in with a tray of food. A gentle smile adorned her face, with a hint of guilt.
Seeing who it was, Ouyang Liluo frowned slightly.
"Mom, why did you lie to me about being sick?"
Just yesterday, she believed it to be true, thinking her mother really had a cold. But now she realized her mother wasn’t sick at all; it was all an excuse to bring her home.
"Liluo, your mother this..."
The beautiful woman, indeed Ouyang Liluo’s mother Lianhua, gently shook her head. This wasn’t her intention; it was her husband Ouyang Donghai’s idea.
Ouyang Donghai, dressed in a suit, entered. He took the tray and placed it by the bed, speaking earnestly, "Dear daughter, I’m doing this for your own good. You shouldn’t be mad at your father."
Ouyang Liluo glanced sideways, her voice cold, "Dad, you detained me without explanation, and now you say it’s for my good?"
Ouyang Donghai smiled slightly without explaining and moved aside as someone else entered the room.
"Liluo, I’ve come to see you!"
The person wore a white suit, standing tall and straight, with a gentle smile on his face.
Ouyang Liluo frowned deeply and turned her head to look, surprise in her eyes.
"Yang Beixuan, it’s you?"
The man who had just entered the room was none other than Yang Beixuan, known as the "Little Thunder King."
With a gentle smile, he said, "It’s me, Liluo. I haven’t seen you for a few days, and I’ve missed you!"
Initially confused, Ouyang Liluo already guessed what was happening upon seeing Yang Beixuan.
"Yang Beixuan, did you make my parents do this to me?"
Her voice turned cold, the previously gentle smile completely gone.
In Zhonghai, Yang Beixuan was akin to Wei Wuming in Yanjing—a top-tier super young master, intimidating countless family businesses into submission. The Yang Family, standing behind him, was a colossal entity, reigning supreme in Zhonghai, respected by all.
"Liluo, regardless of what you think of me, I have only one thing to say!"
With deep affection, Yang Beixuan said, "I like you. From the first time I saw you, I fell hopelessly in love with you, and I’m willing to pay any price to marry you."
"You may call me despicable or shameless, but I have only one goal: to have you join the Yang Family and become my wife, Yang Beixuan!"
His words were magnanimous and imposing. If other women heard them, they might be moved or secretly delighted, but to Ouyang Liluo, these words were simply childish.
"Yang Beixuan, you don’t need to waste your efforts; I will never marry you!"
Her expression was calm, without any panic or anxiety, as if she wasn’t the one being confined.
Yang Beixuan’s eyes revealed admiration. Such calmness and serenity, never revealing one’s emotions, was precisely the kind of woman he liked, the kind he was determined to conquer.
"Liluo, nothing in this world is impossible. Your uncle and aunt already betrothed you to me a few days ago!"
Yang Beixuan stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of elegance.
Ouyang Liluo looked at Ouyang Donghai and Lianhua, a questioning look in her eyes.
"Liluo, Young Master Yang is a dragon among men, both literary and martial, a genius in business operations. Do you know how many young ladies in Zhonghai want to marry him?"
"Young Master Yang is especially fond of you, and that’s a blessing for our Ouyang Family. Marrying him will certainly bring you happiness!"
Lianhua gently persuaded on the side. These days, Yang Beixuan had given her numerous benefits, including many business channels being opened for Ouyang Donghai’s enterprises, broadening their commercial avenues significantly.
In her and Ouyang Donghai’s eyes, Yang Beixuan was undoubtedly the ideal son-in-law, the most outstanding young talent.
A deep disappointment flashed in Ouyang Liluo’s eyes. She never expected her parents, who had always doted on her, to treat her as a bargaining chip. At this moment, she only felt her parents in front of her were utterly unfamiliar.