He cursed inwardly, wishing he had never cured Meng Dieyi’s poison.
With his talent and ten years of time, killing these ants would have been a breeze.
But right now, he was completely powerless!
THUD.
A soft sound echoed.
Ye Xuan knew his father had just knelt down.
In this dog-eat-dog world, the weak were destined to be bullied!
Weakness was a sin.
“That’s more like it.” Fang Shaohan smiled arrogantly.
“Dad, get up!
Fang Shaohan, enough!
You just want me to marry you, right?
Give me three final days, and I promise to give you a satisfactory answer, okay?”
“Fine!
I’ll give you your three days.
But if you reject me again after that, don’t blame me for not knowing how to treat a lady with tenderness.” With that, Fang Shaohan burst into laughter and left.
Ye Ling’Er immediately helped Ye Yizhou up.
“Dad, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.
But what about you, Ling’Er?
What are you thinking?
Are you going to agree in three days?”
Ye Ling’Er gritted her teeth before nodding.
“Yes!
If I agree, maybe we can get the Fang Family to help us find Spirit Medicine to cure my brother.”
“Sigh…” Hearing this, Ye Yizhou sighed.
Fang Shaohan’s looks were entirely unworthy of Ye Ling’Er, but they had no choice.
After all, the Fang Family was the undisputed overlord of Hongtu Town.
Their Ye Family was merely a subordinate faction to them.
This was exactly why Ye Yizhou feared Fang Shaohan.
“Three days…
I still have three days.
I should be able to move again by then, right?” On the sickbed, a cold glint flashed in Ye Xuan’s eyes.
He closed his eyes to rest, knowing it would help his body recover faster.
Perhaps because he had just received the inheritance and was entirely exhausted both mentally and physically, Ye Xuan actually drifted off to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself floating in mid-air.
He wondered what was going on, shocked that he was flying and had somehow ended up in the main courtyard.
Just as Ye Xuan was reeling in disbelief, a sudden cry of alarm came from the adjacent room.
“Ah!
Don’t come any closer!
What do you want?”
Ye Xuan’s pupils shrank.
It was his sister’s voice, Ye Ling’Er!
With a mere thought, he passed right into the room where she was.
At this moment, Ye Ling’Er looked terrified, backing away continuously.
Standing opposite her was a young master—Fang Shaohan, the young lord of the Fang Family.
Fang Shaohan reeked of alcohol and was visibly drunk.
With a lecherous gaze, he took slow steps toward Ye Ling’Er.
“What do I want?
Naturally, I want to…
do you!”
Fang Shaohan’s obscene words instantly sent Ye Xuan into a blinding rage.
“Fang Shaohan, you’re courting death!
Ling’Er, don’t be afraid!
I’m here!”
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Fang Shaohan and Ye Ling’Er didn’t seem to hear his voice at all; neither of them paid him any attention.
Ye Xuan tried to lunge forward to stop it, but his body passed straight through the two of them.
He wasn’t in a physical form—he was a soul!
What was going on?
Did he fail to withstand the inheritance and die?
Could he really be this unlucky?
“Don’t come any closer!
Didn’t we agree I’d give you an answer in three days?
Today is only the first day!”
“Three days?
I can’t wait three days!
I’m already dying of impatience.
Today, I’m going to have my way with you!”
“No, don’t!
Dad, save me!
Grandpa, save me!”
Ye Ling’Er’s panicked cries reached Ye Xuan’s ears, burning his heart with anxiety, but he couldn’t touch either of them.
“Oh, Ling’Er, stop resisting.
The more you fight, the stronger I get.
Just be a good girl and enjoy the pleasure that’s about to come.”
Meanwhile, outside the courtyard.
Hearing Ye Ling’Er’s cries for help, the Ye Family members had quickly gathered.
Even Patriarch Ye, Ye Zeyun—who was Ye Xuan’s grandfather—was present at the scene.
Ye Xuan hurriedly flew out of the room, wanting the Ye Family members to help save his sister, but no one could hear his voice.
“Uncles, Ling’Er is about to be defiled!
Are we really just going to stand here and watch?” Finally, one of the younger generation couldn’t help but speak up.
He gnashed his teeth, his expression filled with bitter indignation.
An elder shook his head and replied, “What else can we do but watch?
That’s Fang Shaohan.
The fact that our Ye Family has its current status in Hongtu Town is entirely dependent on the Fang Family.
To put it bluntly, our Ye Family is just a dog of the Fang Family.”
“Are we dogs?”
The younger generation of the Ye Family all clenched their fists.
Hot blood surged in their hearts, completely unwilling to accept this humiliation.
But in this world, having hot blood didn’t mean one could achieve great things.
Being a hero had never been easy.
If they angered Fang Shaohan, the entire Ye Family could be annihilated.
In Hongtu Town, the Fang Family was the sky itself!
While the Ye Family members were talking, Ye Ling’Er’s heart-wrenching screams tore through the air from the room.
“No, get off me…
Wuuu…
No…”
“Dad, where are you…
Someone, please save me!”
Ye Ling’Er naturally didn’t know that her father had already been knocked unconscious by Fang Shaohan’s lackeys.
Ten minutes later, the screaming and crying in the room abruptly stopped.
Fang Shaohan walked out of the room and saw the Ye Family members standing respectfully outside the courtyard.
He burst into loud laughter, repeating the same words twice.
“Good dogs!
Good dogs!”
As his voice drifted through the air, Fang Shaohan led his lackeys away with a swagger.
He was the picture of unbridled arrogance, looking down on everyone!
Simply because he was Fang Shaohan.
The only male grandson of the Fang Family’s Direct Lineage.
Inside the room, Ye Ling’Er’s clothes were torn to shreds, and her body was covered in bruises.
Her eyes were completely devoid of life.
The next moment, Ye Ling’Er pulled out a dagger from nowhere and plunged it straight into her own heart.
Ye Xuan wanted to stop her, but he was powerless!
He clearly watched his sister collapse to the floor, her body twitching violently.
Her once bright, large eyes were now ashen and lifeless.
“No, Ling’Er!”
Ye Xuan jolted awake, greeted by the sight of the gray ceiling beams.
He was still lying in bed, unable to move.
“Brother, time for some porridge.” Ye Ling’Er happened to be holding a bowl of porridge, walking up to Ye Xuan’s side and feeding him spoonful by spoonful.
He wondered what was going on.
His sister was still alive…
Had it all been just a dream?
But wasn’t that dream a little too realistic?
Also, what time was it today?
How long had he actually slept?
Just as Ye Xuan was engulfed in confusion, an elderly man walked into the room.
“Ye Ling’Er, I heard Fang Shaohan came by two hours ago.
It was about your matter, wasn’t it?” This elderly man was none other than the Patriarch of the Ye Family, Ye Zeyun.
Ye Ling’Er didn’t turn her head, simply offering a faint nod.
“Did you agree?” Ye Zeyun asked, visibly a bit excited.
Ye Ling’Er replied, “Not yet.”
The light in Ye Zeyun’s eyes vanished instantly.
Disappointment laced his voice as he said, “Ling’Er, let Grandpa be honest with you.
There is absolutely no downside to you marrying Fang Shaohan, neither for you nor for the Ye Family.
By rejecting him repeatedly, you might just anger him.
Besides, do you really think you can refuse?”
A look of sorrow crossed Ye Ling’Er’s face as she answered, “I know.
That’s why I will agree to him in three days.”
“That’s more like it, that’s more like it.
By the way, is Ye Xuan awake?
Take good care of him; who knows, he might actually recover to normal.” With those words, Ye Zeyun turned and left.
On the sickbed, Ye Xuan furrowed his brows.
From the conversation just now, he confirmed that he had only slept for two hours.
Then what exactly happened just a moment ago?
He had clearly seen Fang Shaohan defiling his sister.
Every single detail had been extremely vivid.
His sister’s desperate and helpless eyes, the Fang Family’s sinister smiles, and the apathetic Ye Family members—all of it felt like sharp blades slashing at his heart, subjecting him to the death of a thousand cuts.
In the end, his sister, completely stripped of all hope, committed suicide.
And the time of her suicide was tomorrow!
So, was it a dream?
Or had he seen the future?