974: Chapter 967: Forcing Compliance 974: Chapter 967: Forcing Compliance In the office of Chen Jianjun, the head of Nangang Police Office.
At this moment, the door to Chen Jianjun’s office was tightly shut.
Chen Jianjun sat in the leather chair behind his desk, his brows tightly furrowed, his face filled with worry.
The cigarette clasped between his fingers was almost at its end when suddenly, he got burned by the cigarette and flung the butt onto the floor unconsciously.
Just as Chen Jianjun bent down to pick up the cigarette butt from the floor, someone opened the door of his office.
He didn’t straighten up immediately, instead he shouted, “Haven’t I told you not to disturb me in the office today?”
“Uncle Chen, who has upset you so much?” The person who walked into Chen Jianjun’s office was none other than the raggedy-dressed Ye Chenfeng.
The last time he visited Nangang, he had been to the police office, and had luckily met a police officer who recognized him; otherwise, with his current attire, he likely wouldn’t have been able to enter.
Bending over to pick up the cigarette butt, Chen Jianjun recognized the voice as very familiar; he quickly straightened up.
When he saw Ye Chenfeng’s attire, a confused expression crossed his face.
However, he immediately stood up respectfully and said, “Mr.
Ye, what brings you to Nangang?”
In the past, Ye Chenfeng’s miraculous abilities had deeply impressed Chen Jianjun, who dared not take any liberties in front of him.
Ye Chenfeng had taken care of Chen Jianjun’s daughter, Chen Siyu, and in front of this prospective father-in-law, he wouldn’t put on airs, casually saying, “Uncle Chen, stop with the formalities.
Just call me Chenfeng.”
Chen Jianjun shook his head quickly and replied, “Mr.
Ye, how could I possibly do that!
Absolutely not.”
Seeing Chen Jianjun’s serious demeanor, Ye Chenfeng shook his head internally in resignation, sensing that Chen Jianjun seemed troubled.
He asked, “Uncle Chen, are you facing some difficult issues lately?
If I can help, I definitely won’t refuse.”
Chen Jianjun glanced at Ye Chenfeng.
Initially, he had suspected that his daughter’s unborn child was Ye Chenfeng’s, but Chen Siyu had outright denied it—after all, how could someone like Ye Chenfeng be responsible for impregnating his daughter!
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Jianjun bitter-smiled and said, “Mr.
Ye, you definitely can’t help with this.
My daughter, Siyu, is pregnant, and I still don’t know which bastard is involved with Siyu; she refuses to tell anyone.”
Originally wearing a relaxed expression, Ye Chenfeng’s face stiffened upon hearing Chen Jianjun’s words.
At first, he didn’t quite grasp it, but when he did, he asked incredulously, “What?
You’re saying Siyu is pregnant?”
Chen Jianjun, unconcerned by Ye Chenfeng’s surprised expression, affirmed, “Yes, Mr.
Ye, Siyu is pregnant, and the current situation is really unfavorable for her.
As a father, I don’t have much say at home.
Poor Siyu and the child.”
Ye Chenfeng detected a hint of concern in the situation, and he almost confirmed that the child inside Chen Siyu’s womb was his.
He hadn’t expected that after returning from the Ancient Martial World, he was going to be a father.
This made Ye Chenfeng’s emotions fluctuate intensely.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Chenfeng said, “Uncle Chen, perhaps I know who this bastard you’re talking about might be.”
Hearing this, Chen Jianjun quickly asked, “Mr.
Ye, do you know who the bastard is that got Siyu pregnant?”
Ye Chenfeng nodded, a bitter smile appearing on his lips as he pointed at himself and said, “Uncle Chen, the bastard you’re talking about is probably me.”
Ah?
“Cough!
Cough!
Cough!”
Upon hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, Chen Jianjun was utterly shocked and choked on his own saliva, coughing violently as his face turned a deep red.
Ye Chenfeng didn’t continue speaking.
He waited for Chen Jianjun to regain his composure.
A moment later, Chen Jianjun lit a cigarette, realizing why Ye Chenfeng had been so respectful in front of him—this esteemed figure had indeed slept with his daughter.
After finishing the cigarette, Chen Jianjun slowly accepted the reality.
Observing the hesitant Chen Jianjun, Ye Chenfeng spoke up, “Uncle Chen, rest assured, I will take responsibility for Siyu.
I had planned to take Siyu to the Capital City last time, but unfortunately, she wasn’t mentally prepared.
In recent days, I’ve been on a mission, and didn’t have my phone with me.
I think Siyu must be very disappointed that she couldn’t reach me!”
Ye Chenfeng casually mentioned his entry into the Ancient Martial World as being on a mission.
After hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, Chen Jianjun relaxed completely.
If a person like Ye Chenfeng could be his son-in-law, he couldn’t be more satisfied.
Now that he knew the relationship between Ye Chenfeng and his daughter, Chen Jianjun changed his manner of addressing him, saying, “Chenfeng, I’m relieved to hear that.
Siyu is having a tough time right now!
The whole matter is like this…”
Chen Jianjun briefly explained how the Chens and the Sus had pressured Siyu into being with the son of the chairman of the Weino Group, Fent.
This made an angry expression flash across Ye Chenfeng’s face.
Siyu had long been his woman and was even carrying his child.
Since when was it up to others to force and bully his woman?
After Chen Jianjun explained the situation to Ye Chenfeng, he continued, “Chenfeng, my influence in both the Chens’ and Sus’ families is weak.
I firmly disagree with Siyu being with that Fent, who’s just a playboy.
Because of Siyu’s situation, I’ve utterly broken off relations with both the Chens and the Sus.
Even my wife has changed; she’s been blinded by power and money, and even she agrees to Siyu being with Fent.
She even said that my current position is all thanks to the Sus family and insisted that I have no right to get involved in this matter.”
Chen Jianjun sighed deeply, his eyes filled with helplessness, and lamented, “Chenfeng, I’ve been living alone at the police station for many days now.”
“Uncle Chen, where is Siyu?
Let’s go there now; I’ll see who still dares to force her,” Ye Chenfeng said sternly.
“Alright, Chenfeng, we’re all family now.
I’m relieved knowing Siyu is with you,” Chen Jianjun said sincerely.
…
As Chen Jianjun was taking Ye Chenfeng to see Chen Siyu.
In the grand hall of the Chen family ancestral home.
Two men in their seventies or eighties were sitting on the sofa.
On the right, one of the old men was Chen Siyu’s grandfather, Chen Weizhong, and on the left, the other old man was her maternal grandfather, Su Nanhong.
Also, standing next to these two old men were two couples.
The couple standing by Chen Weizhong were Chen Siyu’s young uncle Chen Jianfei and aunt Zhou Mengxue, while the couple standing by Su Nanhong were her maternal uncle Su Zhengfang and aunt Hua Hongmei.
When Chen Siyu’s mother, Su Meiru, walked down from upstairs into the hall, everyone’s gaze shifted toward her.
Su Nanhong, her father, asked, “Meiru, has Siyu agreed to be with Fent?”
Su Meiru shook her head and replied, “Dad, Siyu has always been quite headstrong since she was young.
She said she wants to raise the child in her womb by herself.”
As soon as Su Meiru finished speaking, Chen Siyu’s grandfather Chen Weizhong angrily spoke up, “She has embarrassed our Chen family to this extent, and now she still wants to be picky?
I don’t care whether she agrees or not, but she must be with Fent.
Nobody can change this matter.”
“Indeed,” agreed her father-in-law, “this time we must force Siyu to comply.
Being with the son of the Weino Group’s chairman, Fent, would be her contribution to both of our families.
She can’t be allowed to be unruly this time.” Su Nanhong nodded deeply in agreement.
(To be continued.
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