Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yan Qingsi craned her neck once she heard that familiar voice. She saw You Yi already standing before her. He wore a black suit tailored to his tall, lean frame. His almond eyes were as cold as ice—nothing but frost remained in those beautiful eyes. No emotion flickered in them. When he looked at Ye Jiangong, he looked as though he was dead.

Yue Tingfeng pressed his lips together. Why did this old man have to come out and flex his muscles? He was stealing his thunder again.

Ye Jiangong panicked at the sight of You Yi. It felt as though the tables had seriously turned against him. Why was You Yi here?

The person who beat his son up at the beginning was You Yi. However, he could not afford to offend the You family. Besides, what his son had said was truly outrageous—he could not blame You Yi for his actions.

Ye Jiangong had planned to rip Yan Qingsi apart while You Yi was not around. After all, this woman should be wiped off from the face of the earth, anyway.

However, You Yi was here now. All his plans were flushed down the drain.

Ye Jiangong immediately altered his expression. “Mr. You, you’re here! Why didn’t you say so? I would’ve given you a proper welcome!”

You Yi still wore a stern, icy mask, as if his face had been carved out of the dead of winter. “I beat him up, Mr. Ye, and yet you trouble a young woman instead,” he said. “This isn’t very gentleman of you, and you showed no composure. Since I’m here, whatever you wish to say, tell me, Mr. Ye. Whatever you want—apologies, compensation—come to me.”

Ye Jiangong’s hand tightened around the grip of his cane. His pulse spiked. Where was Ye Shaoguang when he was needed? Why was that brat not here? Now he was being walled off, completely surrounded by enemies.

Also, You Yi was resolute in helping Yan Qingsi. He did not even care about the relations between their two families.

“Well… I was just joking around with Qingsi just now,” Ye Jiangong said in an attempt to save his face. “Her mother was a Ye after all…”

Yan Qingsi opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by You Yi’s cold laughter. “Since when was her mother a Ye? Ye Lingzhi… You sure that she deserves to be her mother?”

Yan Qingsi’s lips twitched, then she slowly closed her mouth.

She looked at Yue Tingfeng on her left, Mrs. Yue on her right, and You Yi in front of her. It was like… she had no place to exercise her flair. In this poisonous setting, it was as though she was unable to show off and do what she could usually do.

Ye Jiangong’s expression turned awkward. He swept his eyes over his surroundings. Ye Shaoguang was nowhere to be found. He was raging inside but he managed to pretend to be unruffled. “Mr. You, if you really got angry because of what my brat said, I… I can’t let you apologize to me,” he said, smiling. “Mr. You, I sincerely apologize to you.

Ye Jiangong had thrown away any dignity he had left in the process. He had apologized to someone younger than him. He only hoped that You Yi would remember the relations between their two families since long ago and not press on the issue any further.

However, he only got disappointment in return. “No, no. The Ye family is such a powerful presence in Luo city,” You Yi replied in disdain. “How could I allow you to apologize to me?”

Yan Qingsi ducked her head, holding her laughter in. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably.

It was like watching You Yi giving slaps after slaps—she could almost hear the sound itself. She did not know if this old man felt the pain. However, he was old, and his skin had probably hardened towards such punches.

Ye Jiangong’s hands tightened into fists. He could not hold out for much longer. “Mr. You, your words today…they wounded me. Never mind. I can’t do anything if you truly do not want to accept my apology. But my son as of now… he is already infertile. Even if he wanted to apologize and compensate for his misgivings, he can’t. His punishment is more than enough. Mr. You, I hope you can understand the love I have for my son as a father—please don’t hold a grudge against him.”

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