“Mother, don’t play favorites. I’m also your son. I should have a share of the family property. I’m not asking for much, just give me the oil shop on An Ming Street.”
Madam Ye was already furious, pointing at her son and scolding: “Ungrateful wretch! In the past, you’ve been eating and drinking from the Ye family. Now that you’ve grown up, you’ve become even more heartless, even coveting the Ye family’s shop. I’m telling you, no way. If you want property, go ask your Zhang family. Don’t covet Ye family’s things. The oil shop is for Xiang’er, so give up your wicked thoughts.”
Zhang Gui was so angry his eyes were blazing: “Isn’t a son trying to be filial? When I have money, won’t I take care of you in your old age?”
Madam Ye was even more enraged, her face turning iron blue: “I’m not dead yet. Do I need you to take care of me? When the time comes, my son Xiang and daughter Hui will be here to care for me. You’ve been lazy since childhood. If you can fill your own belly by then, I’ll thank heaven and earth.”
Ye Hui looked Zhang Gui up and down. Although he inherited Madam Ye’s good looks, he looked shifty-eyed and uncomfortable. It was clear that good looks alone were useless; temperament was equally important.
Madam Ye saw her daughter and son-in-law return and hurriedly asked the servants to serve tea.
Ye Hui saw that his consecutive two moves were extremely powerful, indicating he had practiced martial arts for several years.
Only two howling sounds were heard, and two followers successively fell to the ground.
Qin Yuhang’s face was cold and gloomy. He kicked each of them in the ribs, and the sound of bone fractures came from their bodies, likely breaking their ribs.
“This is a lesson for you. If you have any issues, come find me at the Qin family’s An Fang in West Town. If you dare to cause trouble at the Ye family again, it won’t be as simple as breaking a few of your ribs.”
