Chapter 54: Faces Are Familiar, Hearts Are Unknown

"Aren't you Situ Ye's lover? Aren't you afraid he'll wake up?" As soon as Ye Fei finished speaking, his gaze involuntarily drifted over her elegant figure.

After all, being a celebrity meant relying on both looks and body in most circumstances. No need to mention how well she took care of her face, even her figure—top to bottom—was sculpted to perfection.

Dazzled, Ye Fei felt his vision blur with a flash of white, and a hot stream gushed from his nostrils.

"Who's his lover? I'm still an innocent, kind-hearted young lady! If my agency hadn't forced me to keep him company, I wouldn't have come!" Fang Min pouted, then suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, tough guy, why are you having a nosebleed?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just overheated." Ye Fei was about to wipe it himself when Li Yueyao, standing beside him, pinched a tissue, leaned over, and gently dabbed the crimson blood from his nose.

But this brought Ye Fei's eyes once again to the flawless white skin of Li Yueyao’s body.

"Oh my, it's getting worse!" Li Yueyao's face showed worry. She hurriedly asked, "Did you get hurt in the fight just now? Maybe it's internal bleeding. Let me call an ambulance!"

"No need!" Ye Fei snatched the tissue with a look of resigned grievance, crouched in a corner, and wiped his nosebleed away.

"Are you sure you don't need an ambulance?" Li Yueyao eyed him suspiciously, then said, "That old man seems to have been crippled by you..."

"Really, no need." Ye Fei quickly cut her off. He knew perfectly well that after this, there would be no reconciliation between him and the Tenglong Chamber of Commerce. If Li Yueyao got involved, she might end up in trouble herself.

"So what are you planning next? Zhang Huang and Situ Ye’s father definitely won’t let you off." Li Yueyao sighed. "If I’d known you were so fierce, I wouldn’t have brought you to the bar tonight."

"If not the bar, then where would you take him?" Fang Min blinked, thought for a long moment, then suddenly understood, exclaiming, "I get it! You’re taking the tough guy to a hotel!"

A hotel—wasn’t that just a euphemism for a hookup?

Both Ye Fei and Li Yueyao’s faces darkened.

At this moment, a shrill ringtone abruptly cut through the intimate atmosphere.

"Yang Tianming woke up?!" Li Yueyao’s face lit up with delight. She quickly hung up the call, turned to Ye Fei, and said, "Come with me to Huaqiao Hospital, Yang Tianming’s awake!"

Ye Fei nodded, gave Huang Cong a few instructions, then followed Li Yueyao out.

"Tough guy, come out and have fun again sometime!"

Fang Min watched their departing backs, her eyes glimmering and her lips pressed together.

...

Huaqiao Hospital.

Ye Fei and Li Yueyao had just reached the door of Yang Tianming’s hospital room when strange laughter drifted out from inside.

"Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?
As long as you press your whole hand down, from today on, the whole company is mine!
And as for you...
No one will even know if you die!
Let me send you off myself!"

The instant those words fell—

Bang!

A loud crash resounded from the door.

Ye Fei, seething with murderous intent, kicked the door open. The gust of cold fury landed squarely on the face of the bald man who, not long ago, had tipped Ye Fei off.

At that moment, standing beside him was a lawyer in a suit, clutching a thick stack of company transfer contracts, trying to unwrap the bandaged hand of Yang Tianming to press his blood-red fingerprint on the paperwork.

But the bald man, now impatient, had already reached out and seized the barely conscious Yang Tianming by the throat.

The threat to send Yang Tianming to the afterlife had come from his very lips.

"You can know a man’s face but not his heart."

Ye Fei sneered, his anger intensifying. He strode forward, lifted the bald man by the neck, twisted his wrist—crushing the hand that gripped Yang Tianming’s throat.

"Ah!" the bald man screamed, but before he could react, agony shot through his knees and he collapsed to the floor.

"It’s... it’s you..." When he saw Ye Fei’s face, terror gripped him. "You actually survived Young Master Situ’s hands!?"

"What? Are you disappointed I made it back?" Ye Fei looked down at him and said coldly, "So this is the kind of traitorous dog Yang Tianming kept by his side—he falls ill, and you immediately get greedy ideas?"

"So what?" The bald man snorted, "Look at him—if he ever recovers, he’ll be a cripple! Have you ever seen someone with steel nails all over his body? A vegetative fool thinking he can run a company—he can’t even run a ball!"

Smack.

A crisp slap rang out, and blood trickled from the corner of the bald man’s mouth.

"I have a bit of a temper, so you’d better think before you speak."

Ye Fei spoke coolly, then turned to Yang Tianming in the bed.

Yang Tianming stared wide-eyed, panting as he witnessed the scene. There were fresh finger marks on his neck—clearly, the bald man had tried to end him for good.

If Yang Tianming died, they could easily press his finger to the contract, then blame it all on hospital negligence. Everything would be perfect.

Unfortunately for them, Ye Fei had arrived.

"Yang Tianming, your ability to pick subordinates is as terrible as ever," Ye Fei said with a helpless shake of his head. "Let me guess, is he the only one you’ve trained? If there were two or three more like him, you’d be done for."

Yang Tianming, regaining clarity, saw Ye Fei and, as if recalling something amusing, broke into a surprised grin. "Fei... Fei, you came back to the country and didn’t even say anything. How long has it been since we last met?"

"Enough with the pleasantries." Ye Fei waved him off, sat down as the bald man and Yang Tianming gawked in shock, then spoke slowly, "Today, I went to Hornet Bar—
The owner Zhang Huang, the illegitimate son of Hang City’s richest man—I broke one of his hands and one of his legs.
That Liu Qiming guy—I snapped his wrist.
That Old Wang who crippled you—I left him just as disabled.
That young lord Situ Ye—I destroyed both his hands.
I’ve avenged you, as your brother. Are you satisfied?"

As the last syllable fell, the entire ward was plunged into dead silence.

Yang Tianming’s eyes were wide with disbelief, the bald man was petrified, and the lawyer was soaked in cold sweat.

Only Ye Fei seemed to be recounting something utterly mundane.

"If you don’t answer, I’ll take it as your dissatisfaction. Next time I see Situ Ye’s father, I’ll cripple him too. How about that?" Ye Fei smiled benignly, but his words left everyone breathless once more.