At first, Ye Qingfeng refused. He wanted nothing to do with it.
But one day, an old man showed up with a swaddled infant—barely a month old. He claimed the child belonged to Ye Qingfeng. The moment Ye Qingfeng laid eyes on the baby, he knew it was true. The child looked exactly like him, as if they were carved from the same mold.
From the elders, he learned that the child’s mother was named Sun Yan, and the baby’s name was Tuantuan, meaning “reunion.” News reached the Ye family’s traitorous cousin, who revealed that it was Sun Yan who had saved Ye Qingfeng years ago.
On the day of the baby’s full-month celebration, they tried to capture Sun Yan, hoping to force Ye Qingfeng out of hiding. But in the chaos, Sun Yan was accidentally pushed from the fifth-floor window of a hotel. Blood splattered on the spot.
Before she died, her final wish was for the child to be handed over to his father.
When Ye Qingfeng found out the truth, he broke down completely, crying like a madman—guilt, sorrow, and despair crushing his spirit. Sun Yan’s death was his fault.
Overwhelmed by remorse, he risked everything to attend her funeral in secret, carrying their child in his arms. From a distance, he watched in pain, unable to express his grief openly. At that funeral, he saw Huang Luoyan crying even harder than he was—so hard that she fainted multiple times.
Using his connections, Ye Qingfeng looked into Huang Luoyan’s relationship with Sun Yan. Though they weren’t related by blood, they were closer than family. From that moment on, he considered entrusting the child to her care.
He wanted revenge. He wanted his daughter to live in peace. And he wanted to eliminate those who tried to kill him.
To do that, he had to become strong—stronger than ever. He needed power, influence, and resources. So, Ye Qingfeng agreed without hesitation and embarked on a five-year mission.During that time, he also visited Zhonghai and met Huang Luoyan. At his request, she took custody of the child. And with that, she began five years of quiet sacrifice.
She couldn’t reveal the child’s true identity. She told others she had adopted the baby. But who would believe that a girl barely in her twenties would adopt a child out of nowhere?
Now, five years had passed. Ye Qingfeng had returned with glory.
He now possessed the power to command everything—but not the ability to bring his beloved back to life. All he could do was cherish his daughter and avenge the woman he had loved.
He also owed a great debt to Huang Luoyan for five years of silent devotion.
Ye Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant mountain peak. His mind echoed with the words he once shouted before leaving.
“I was born to be a mountain, not a stream—to overlook the mediocre from the height of peaks! I was born to be a hero, not a nobody—to stand on the shoulders of giants and look down upon cowards!”
Now, all he wanted to say was, “Wait for the autumn of September 8th. When my flowers bloom, all others will wither!”
“The Ye family. Ye Qingyun. The Ji family. Ji Yuelei. I, Ye Qingfeng, have returned!”
That simple declaration carried boundless killing intent.
He had awakened.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingfeng raised his fist and punched. A terrifying gust of force blasted forward, smashing a nearby pile of rocks into rubble.
He looked at the shattered stones and sneered coldly, as if seeing the future fate of his enemies. Then he turned and walked back into the tent.
Moments after he disappeared inside, another man came over, carrying a bundle of firewood. When he saw the destroyed stone pile, he angrily dropped the firewood and cursed.
“Damn it! Which idiot blew up the firepit I worked so hard to build?”
“Don’t they know how hard it is to cook on a plateau? Are you trying to kill me?”
“If I find out who did this, I’ll cook them in the pot instead!”
Grumbling, the man squatted down and began rebuilding the stone pile again…
…
Time passed quietly in Zhonghai, inside the bay villa.
The atmosphere was a little strange.
Hong Ye, who had been happily gaming with Shen Wuxiao, had now gone to the kitchen to help Jiang Huaiyue cook. Shen Wuxiao sat silently on the sofa, speechless.
Damn it!
In the previous game, both teams had been wiped out—except for Hong Ye. It was an easy win. Just two clicks on the mouse and the enemy base would’ve exploded.
But no—she ran into the enemy fountain, danced, and taunted them.
Instead of ending the game, she teleported into the fountain and used a golden stasis item to mock them. But her damage wasn’t enough to destroy the crystal, and she got killed by the fountain. Then, three enemy players respawned, teleported to their base, and made a comeback.
Damn it!
Games can destroy friendships!
No wonder people who enter internet cafés in groups often leave ignoring each other.
He swore never to play with her again.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Hong Ye pouted. She acted like she was helping cook, but she was actually sulking over the match.
“Ye Zi, what’s wrong? Why do you look so down? Did Wu Xiao bully you?” Jiang Huaiyue asked curiously.
Even though she had only just met Hong Ye that day, she could tell the girl was naturally lively and cheerful. Earlier, they had gone shopping and returned full of energy, laughing and playing games.
But after the match, she went silent and just kept pouting.
Hong Ye nodded pitifully. “Yes, he thinks I’m terrible at playing games.”
Jiang Huaiyue was speechless. They were both adults, and yet they were upset over a video game.
“Alright, I’ll talk to him later. It’s nothing serious,” she said with a gentle smile.
Hong Ye nodded seriously. “You must talk to him!”
For dinner, Jiang Huaiyue prepared six dishes and a soup—quite a feast. In the past, she never had time to cook, but now things were different.
Cooking for the people you care about was a happy thing.
The mood at the dinner table was light and cheerful.
Shen Wuxiao and Hong Ye had a relationship built on teasing and laughter. Of course, they wouldn’t really fight over a game.
While eating, Shen Wuxiao casually asked, “Ye Zi, your mission here is over. When are you heading back?”
“…?”
Hong Ye suddenly stopped eating, swallowed her food with difficulty, and looked at Jiang Huaiyue with big, aggrieved eyes.
“Sister Yue, did you hear that? He’s chasing me away!”
“Oh my God, I’ve only been here for one afternoon and he’s already eager to kick me out!”
“What the hell?” Shen Wuxiao was speechless. “You’re twisting my words. I meant, if you’re not leaving yet, I’ll take you out to have some fun.”
Jiang Huaiyue just smiled quietly and didn’t interrupt.
“Is that so? Then okay, hmm…” Hong Ye thought for a moment. “Let’s go to a club. Preferably one with good facilities.”
She rarely went to such places. Even in the capital, when friends from the compound invited her to fancy clubs, she never joined. Her family was just too strict.
But now that she was in Zhonghai, of course she wanted Shen Wuxiao to take her.
“Sure, let’s go after dinner,” Shen Wuxiao agreed casually.
To him, it was nothing. In Zhonghai, he didn’t even like the most luxurious places. But going there for fun wasn’t a problem.
A club was just a place to relax—cards, karaoke, entertainment.
Some top-tier clubs even had golf courses.
Of course, there were also less honorable things going on behind closed doors. Not all businesses were conducted aboveboard.
After dinner, Shen Wuxiao was about to call for a car to pick them up. But Hong Ye refused.
She insisted that no outsiders were allowed—not even the driver.
Helpless, Shen Wuxiao became the driver himself.
Luckily, he had several cars parked in the garage anyway.