Chapter 567: The Hand Can Be Dispensed With

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mrs. Ye Sr.’s face darkened and said, “Ye Nanshen, even if you want to vent your anger, you should understand the reason first! It was your people who broke my Buddha statue. How is it you who throws your weight around here?”

Ye Nanshen slightly tilted his head, glancing at the Buddha statue on the ground, a cold glint in his eyes. He said, “If someone can’t even handle a Buddha statue properly, they can do without their hand.”

Upon his words, two bodyguards stepped forward and broke the hand of the maid who had dropped the statue.

The maid’s screams were incessant. The butler immediately had her mouth gagged and taken away.

Ye Nanshen curled his lips and asked, “Any objections now?”

Mrs. Ye Sr., who witnessed Ye Nanshen’s brazen actions, was nearly breathless with rage. She turned to Old Master Ye, both angry and fearful, and asked, “Is this your good grandson? Won’t you intervene?”

Ye Nanshen’s actions were excessive, even humiliating. Yet, Old Master Ye, seated at the head, said nothing, letting him have his way.

Old Master Ye looked at Ye Nanshen and finally said, “That’s enough. Your wife is still unconscious; let the doctor see her first.”

Ye Nanshen, however, carried Rong Qi away horizontally and responded, “No need, I’ll find a doctor myself.”

But now Mrs. Ye Sr. refused to let them go. She said, “Leaving so soon? Are you afraid her feigned fainting will be discovered?”

Ye Nanshen paused, a cruel smile curling his lips. He slowly turned his head, his gaze catching a fruit knife on a nearby table. With a kick, the knife flew straight towards Mrs. Ye Sr.

“Ahh!” Mrs. Ye Sr. screamed, her face draining of color. The knife, shining coldly, embedded itself in the table just a few centimeters from her, making her too frightened to move, her mouth agape, her legs shaking violently.

Ye Nanshen spoke, “If you can pretend to faint like that, Clearcreek Mansion is yours to handle.”

Ms. Liu and others were too scared to even swallow, watching him in horror.

Three years had passed, and Ye Nanshen was still terrifying. To them, Ye Nanshen was too unrestrained, too much so. In the entire Ye family, no one could control him. Even Old Master Ye’s words were of no use. Their glances met, seeing the fear in each other’s eyes.

Ye Nanshen’s voice was icy, “Can I leave now?”

Mrs. Fan stepped forward and said, “Master Shen, please hurry and take your wife back to Clearcreek Mansion. She doesn’t look well.”

Mrs. Fan didn’t want Ye Nanshen to remain here and become everyone’s target, her heart aching for him. The fuss was too much, and it would damage Rong Qi’s reputation. In Mrs. Fan’s eyes, Ye Nanshen has suffered enough.

Ye Nanshen, without another word, turned to leave with Rong Qi in his arms.

Jian Yunzhou followed, his brows furrowed, seemingly deep in thought. Looking at Ye Nanshen’s expressionless face, Jian Yunzhou seemed to feel that Ye Nanshen was reliable. A slight smile began to spread across Jian Yunzhou’s face.

However, just then, Rong Qi, in Ye Nanshen’s arms, moved. She struggled to stand, looking at the mess in the living room, her eyes downcast, silent.

Ye Nanshen embraced Rong Qi and said, “Rong Rong, you’ve been wronged. Don’t mind them; let’s go home.”

‘Wronged? We were the ones being wronged here!’ Mrs. Ye Sr. thought. She and others were left gasping for breath.

Then someone in the crowd spoke up, “Just now, Master Shen’s wife fainted with a pale face, and now that she’s leaving, she wakes up. Quite timely, isn’t it?”

The speaker was the same woman who had previously exaggerated the situation, her voice still delicate and gentle..