157: Chapter 157 A fit of rage for his daughter

"You are so good."

Luo Shiyun's face turned even redder. She buried her face in his chest, her hands gripping his collar tightly.

"Brother Yang, I am only good to you because you are good to me."

Her voice came out muffled from his chest.

Wang Yang smiled and gently patted her back.

Outside the window, the sunlight was just right, shining on them and feeling warm.

The private room was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of chopsticks hitting bowls and dishes, and the sound of their breathing intertwined.

The meal lasted a long time.

...

The scene shifted.

The Ye family's old residence.

The living room was large, decorated in that old-fashioned, refined style with mahogany furniture and blue-and-white porcelain vases.

Several landscape paintings hung on the wall, all signed by famous masters.

Half of the floor-to-ceiling window was open, and the afternoon sunlight shone in.

It fell onto the floor and the mahogany dining table, feeling warm.

Outside the window was a small garden where a few wintersweet flowers had bloomed, bright yellow. When the wind blew, a faint fragrance drifted in.

Old Master Ye sat at the head of the table, wearing a dark-colored Zhongshan suit.

His hair was combed neatly, his complexion was ruddy, and his spirits were incredibly high.

He had just returned from the hospital today.

A comprehensive examination had been done at the hospital, from blood tests to CT scans, from EKGs to ultrasounds—every possible test had been run.

When the results came out, the attending physician's hands were shaking as he held the report.

All indicators were completely normal.

It wasn't the kind of normal that barely met the standards; it was the kind of normal that was significantly better than his peers.

Heart function, liver and kidney function, lung function, and even bone density had improved significantly compared to before.

The doctor said that the Old Master's physical condition was equivalent to that of someone in their early sixties.

Old Master Ye laughed heartily upon hearing this.

"I told you so. I know my own body. That medicine of Young Wang's is truly miraculous."

He processed his discharge papers on the spot, and no one could stop him.

Ye Hongyuan and Ye Hongqiang couldn't win against him and had no choice but to bring him home.

At this moment, the family was sitting around the dining table.

Ye Hongqiang sat to the Old Master's left, wearing a dark gray cashmere sweater.

His cuffs were rolled up once, revealing an old-fashioned Shanghai brand watch on his wrist.

His wife, Su Wan, sat next to him. She was in her early forties and was extremely well-maintained.

She was wearing a dark green qipao-style dress, her hair pinned up with a jade hairpin.

She looked gentle and elegant. When she smiled, fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, which didn't make her look old, but rather added a touch of charm.

Ye Hongyuan sat to the Old Master's right, wearing a dark jacket, his hair combed neatly.

The expression on his face was much softer than usual.

His father had recovered, and the heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart for so long had finally fallen.

Ye Xueying sat next to her father, wearing a creamy white turtleneck sweater and a light gray woolen skirt.

Her hair was let down, she wore light makeup, and her lips were rosy.

Her fingers were gently twisting the hem of her clothes under the table, and her eyes glanced at her phone from time to time.

The screen was quiet; there were no new messages.

She bit her lip, flipped the phone over, and placed it face down on the table.

The table was full of dishes, all home-style flavors that the Old Master loved.

Braised lion's head meatballs, stir-fried shrimp, sweet and sour pork ribs, tofu with crab roe, and Yan Du Xian.

There was also a large bowl of old hen soup, steaming hot, with its aroma filling the entire living room.

Old Master Ye picked up a lion's head meatball, took a bite, and nodded.

"Little Su's cooking is still as good as ever."

Su Wan smiled and picked up the teapot to refill the Old Master's tea.

"Dad, if you like it, eat more. You must not have eaten well during these few days in the hospital."

Old Master Ye waved his hand.

"Don't even mention the food at the hospital."

The family chatted while eating, the atmosphere very warm.

Ye Xueying picked up some shrimp with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, chewed twice, swallowed, then picked up a piece of pork rib, and put it back down.

Her chopsticks poked around in her bowl, and her gaze drifted back to the phone placed face down on the table.

Ye Hongyuan glanced at his daughter but didn't speak.

Ye Xueying took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at her father.

"Dad."

Ye Hongyuan looked at her.

"Hmm?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip, as if gathering her thoughts.

"Um, what about Wang Yang's situation? That trouble he was in, how is it going?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone at the dining table heard it clearly.

Su Wan's hand, which was serving vegetables to Ye Hongqiang, paused for a moment.

Ye Hongqiang put down his chopsticks, picked up his teacup and took a sip, his gaze landing on Ye Xueying's face as the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Old Master Ye also stopped his chopsticks and glanced at his granddaughter, his eyes filled with amusement.

The table was quiet for a moment.

Ye Xueying felt everyone's gaze gathered on her, and her face slowly turned red.

Her fingers were twisting the hem of her clothes under the table—twisting and releasing, releasing and twisting—her knuckles turning white.

"You, why are you all looking at me?"

Her voice was a bit flustered, and her eyes darted around, not daring to land on anyone.

Ye Hongyuan looked at his daughter, looking at this precious treasure he had raised in the palm of his hand since she was a child.

When she was little, she was tiny, like a kitten in his arms.

Later, as she slowly grew up, she learned to walk, learned to call him Dad, and learned to carry a little schoolbag to school.

Then later, her mother passed away, and she hid in her room crying alone.

He went to knock on the door, and she wiped away her tears before opening it, saying, "Dad, I'm fine."

Since she was young, she never liked to cause him trouble.

She carried everything herself, bottled it up inside, and wouldn't tell anyone.

Now, for a man she had only known for a few days, Ye Xueying had asked under the gaze of her entire family.

Ye Hongyuan sighed. The sigh was very soft, but Old Master Ye, sitting next to him, heard it clearly.

He looked at his daughter, a smile slowly curling at the corners of his mouth.

That smile held indulgence, helplessness, and a trace of the indescribable complexity of being a father.

"It's been resolved."

Ye Xueying's eyes brightened.

Ye Hongyuan continued, his tone teasing.

"How could I not do something my precious daughter ordered?"

Ye Xueying's face turned bright red instantly.

From her cheeks to her earlobes, from her earlobes to her neck; even her collarbones were stained with a layer of pink.

"Dad, what are you saying?"

Her voice was hurried and shy, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

Ye Hongqiang laughed from the side, laughing loudly, his shoulders shaking.

"Xueying, your dad is right. With just one word from you, your dad got it done overnight. That brat, Deputy Director Wang Hao, had been operating in Yuntian City for over a decade, and your dad uprooted him in two days. What do you call this? This is called 'A fit of anger for his daughter.'"

Su Wan gently patted him on the side and glared at him, but the corners of her mouth also held a smile.

"Say less, look at how embarrassed you've made Xueying."

Ye Xueying buried her face in her hands, not daring to look at anyone, her ears red as if they were bleeding.

"Uncle, please stop."

Old Master Ye leaned back in his chair, watching his granddaughter, and laughed heartily.

His laughter was full of vigor, making the bowls and dishes on the table tremble slightly.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop, I'll stop. If I say any more, our Xueying will crawl under the table."