Ye Yunshen smiled and said, “Do you know how big the entire Suhang region is?”
Take the Ye family who abandoned him, for example. They held significant influence in Sucheng, yet in the broader Suhang region, they were nothing more than a grain of sand. The Shen family was indeed a powerful clan, but they couldn’t dominate the Suhang circle either.
The Suhang circle could even rival the Shanghai and Beijing circles.
Yet this bodyguard claimed that Xiao Yunrong could ensure no one in all of Suhang dared to touch him?
The bodyguard shook his head and grinned, “I don’t know, and I don’t need to know.”
Ye Yunshen noticed that when he said this, the man unconsciously stood a little taller, his back straighter—a natural arrogance that came from deep within.
If even a bodyguard had such pride, what about Miss Xiao herself?
“Alright,” Ye Yunshen agreed, “But before I go with you, there’s one more thing I need to do.”
“Something else? Didn’t you already cut ties with the Shen family?” the bodyguard asked in surprise.
Ye Yunshen didn’t answer. He simply had the bodyguard drive him to a bustling commercial plaza.
“What are we doing here?” the bodyguard asked as he watched Ye Yunshen walk into a hair salon.
The moment he stepped in, Ye Yunshen said, “Change my hairstyle.”
The stylist sized him up and kindly advised, “Sir, your current hairstyle is this year’s trendiest Korean idol cut. It’s clearly styled by a top fashion expert—there’s no need to change it.”
“But I don’t like it. Cut it,” Ye Yunshen said coldly.
It turned out Shen Qingqiu and the other two heiresses had exercised near-insane control over him—down to what hairstyle he wore and what clothes he put on. Everything about Ye Yunshen’s appearance had been dictated by Shen Qingqiu and Lin Ruoxi.
And they didn’t allow him to change anything on his own.
If he did, they would scold him.
Once, Ye Yunshen had worn a tailored tailcoat so tight it choked him. When he changed into something else, it resulted in a storm of fury from the three heiresses.
He could never forget the way they yelled at him, like they were ready to devour him.
The truth was, they had molded him after Cheng Zewen—everything Ye Yunshen wore, from accessories to hairstyle, was modeled after Cheng Zewen’s style.
Ye Yunshen had had enough.
He had paid back the money and severed all ties.
Now he was going to live for himself!
“Shave it all off. Buzz cut.”
There was a commanding aura about him that shook the entire salon.
The stylists scrambled to give him the cut.
Snip! Snip!…
Chunk after chunk of hair fell from Ye Yunshen’s head.
Yet an overwhelming sense of clarity and relief rose in his chest.
Was he just cutting hair?
No—he was cutting off shackles.
Breaking chains.
Removing the collar around his neck!
Ye Yunshen stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.
With his new buzz cut, his features appeared more defined, his face sharper and full of raw masculinity. He looked like a completely different person.
This hairstyle wasn’t easy to pull off—it required strong facial features.
Though Ye Yunshen had looked handsome with the Korean cut, it lacked the heroic boldness that a man should have.
Now he had it.
His eyes blazed like torches, bright and sharp.
The bodyguard had watched the entire transformation and was utterly stunned.
Who would’ve thought that just changing a hairstyle could make Ye Yunshen seem like he had been reborn?
After leaving the salon, he entered a men’s clothing store.
He took off the meticulously chosen, custom-made suit worth millions—picked out for him by the three heiresses.
And changed into a simple, casual outfit.
In truth, he had always hated wearing suits. The tightness made it hard to breathe.
Loose casual clothes suited him far better.
These changes signaled the death of ‘Shen Yunshen.’
Now, he was Ye Yunshen!
“What should I do with these?” the bodyguard asked, pointing at the ring, bracelet, necklace, and other accessories Ye Yunshen had taken off—all high-end pieces from a Bulgari charity auction.
“Keep them,” Ye Yunshen said casually.
“Huh?”
…
While Ye Yunshen was shedding every single shackle Shen Qingqiu and the others had imposed on him, the three heiresses were presenting a gift to Cheng Zewen.
A brand-new suit.
“This is a suit we three personally designed for you. I drew the sketches, Ruoxi sourced the top-grade fabric, and Anran hired the world’s most renowned tailor to make it. There’s only one in the entire world,” Shen Qingqiu said with affectionate eyes.
“Do you like it?”
Cheng Zewen nodded hard, “Yes!”
After he changed into the suit, Lin Ruoxi and Xia Anran’s eyes lit up. They nearly jumped forward to hug him.
“So handsome! A suit really suits Awen!”
“Of course! Shen Yunshen looked decent in a suit too, but compared to Awen, it’s not even close!”
As they looked at Cheng Zewen dressed sharply, they couldn’t help but think of Ye Yunshen.
Same clothes—but if Ye Yunshen wore them, the effect was worlds apart.
After all, Ye Yunshen was just a substitute.
They had dressed him in Cheng Zewen’s style only to catch a glimpse of Cheng Zewen’s shadow.
The three heiresses would never realize that their decision made three years ago—born from obsession and longing—had woven what looked like a dream for Ye Yunshen, but was actually a tight web that bound him painfully.
Bit by bit, they had pulled the strings tighter, slicing him apart piece by piece.
As they looked on, Cheng Zewen’s expression shifted from joy to gloom. Then, silently, he took off the suit.
“This suit… let Brother Shen wear it instead. My time is almost up…” he said, feigning calm.
“Awen, don’t say that!” Xia Anran cried out, “We’ve been waiting for you, looking for you! Now that we’ve found you, we won’t let you die!”
“Yes! Now we’ve found another person with the same blood type as you besides Shen Yunshen. Once we find him, you won’t have to worry anymore!” Lin Ruoxi added.
A flash of malice flickered in Cheng Zewen’s eyes, though he kept his expression pained and sincere. “You haven’t found the anonymous blood donor yet? I just don’t want to see Brother Shen suffer while donating blood for me…”
As long as they found someone with the same rare blood type, Shen Yunshen would be useless.
Even if he died, none of them would care.
The moment the three heiresses looked away, a murderous glint flashed across Cheng Zewen’s face.
But Lin Ruoxi, who was in charge of the search, shook her head. “We haven’t found him yet, but I believe we will soon. And no matter what, even if we don’t, Shen Yunshen is always ready to give blood for you!”
At her words, Cheng Zewen stared into the distance, his eyes so cold and fierce it was terrifying.
Shen Yunshen, your life must be miserable now, right?
Don’t worry—once we find that other donor, you’ll be free…
Tap tap tap…
Suddenly, the hallway outside the hospital echoed with hurried footsteps.
One wave after another.
“So noisy,” Xia Anran frowned deeply.
Shen Qingqiu glanced outside the room but didn’t step out. “Must be a busy day at the hospital…”
But were they really just patients?
Downstairs, Ye Yunshen also stood in silence, watching the crowd.
Among the doctors and nurses were special forces soldiers in full gear.
The earlier footsteps had come from them!
The bodyguard noticed Ye Yunshen’s surprise and smiled. “They’re all here to see the Old Master.”
“Old Master?”
Ye Yunshen quickly understood—it was Xiao Yunrong’s grandfather.
Just what kind of background did this Miss Xiao have?
Not only did she make bold claims that no one in Suhang would dare to touch him, but she could also summon this many special ops soldiers?
…
“Yunrong, how much longer are we supposed to wait? Your grandfather already passed!” a stern voice snapped from within the emergency room.
The one speaking was Xiao Yunrong’s eldest uncle, Xiao Hechuan.
The room was filled with people, all silently staring at the old man lying peacefully on the surgical table.
Eyes closed, he looked like he was only asleep.
Just moments ago, Xiao Yunrong’s grandfather—renowned far and wide as the Old Dragon King of the Southern Frontier—had passed away!
According to protocol, a figure of his status should have been taken by the military for a state funeral.
But Xiao Yunrong was doing everything she could to stop it!
Her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes remained unwavering.
“Just wait a little longer! He’s almost here. He can save Grandpa!”