Chapter 13: Revenge Must Be Taken, Gratitude Must Be Returned

At that moment, before Wei Hai could speak, a stern rebuke rang out from the office doorway: “Such arrogance, daring to speak shamelessly in my office! You think if I tell you to go east, you wouldn’t dare go west? Let me see just who you think you are!”

As the words fell, Wei Hai hurried over to his uncle Wei Yuan, who had just arrived at the scene, pointing at Ye Fan and saying, “Uncle, the one who just hit me—the person who disrespects you—is him!”

Wei Yuan silently nodded and looked in the direction Wei Hai was pointing. The moment he recognized the man as Ye Fan, the owner of the Sanya company, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his whole body trembled. He never dreamed that the person his nephew had provoked was the company’s boss.

Meanwhile, Wei Hai paid no attention to his uncle’s changing expression. Instead, his arrogance grew, and he shouted provocatively at Ye Fan, “You ungrateful wretch! Just now, you bragged shamelessly that if you told my uncle to go east, he wouldn’t dare go west. Now that my uncle’s here, why have you suddenly gone mute? Hmph! You dared to hit me in the Sanya company? I’m standing right here. If you have the guts, try hitting me again!”

Smack! Before Wei Hai could react, Ye Fan raised his hand and slapped him across the face, his voice resolute: “You want to try me?”

“What? You reckless fool! My uncle is here, and you dare hit me? With his status, one word from him and you’d be finished!” Wei Hai clutched his stinging cheek, furious and trembling.

Boom! Ye Fan kicked out, knocking Wei Hai to the ground. With a serious face, he turned to Wei Yuan and said, “Wei Yuan, you heard that, right? He claims that with your status, one word from you could ruin me. You’re the reckless fool for daring to question my uncle…”

Before Wei Hai could finish, a sharp slap rang out! That slap silenced the once cocky and defiant Wei Hai instantly.

Because the slap came not from Ye Fan but from Wei Yuan himself—his own uncle.

After a brief freeze, Wei Hai looked at Wei Yuan in confusion and asked, “Uncle, he hit me and disrespected you, so why didn’t you hit him, the ungrateful one? Why did you hit me instead?”

Smack! Before Wei Hai could respond, Wei Yuan slapped him again, making him spit blood. With a stern expression, he scolded, “You’re the ungrateful one! Do you know who he is? He is Mr. Ye, the owner of the Sanya company!”

Hearing this, Wei Hai’s face fell in shock. He turned to Zhang Meng beside him and demanded, “Zhang Meng, didn’t you say he was just your sister’s live-in son-in-law? How could a son-in-law buy the entire Sanya company?”

Smack! Enraged, Wei Hai slapped Zhang Meng’s mouth, drawing blood before she could reply.

Zhang Meng held her bleeding mouth, stunned and shaking her head repeatedly. “Hai, I don’t know what’s going on either, but he really is my sister’s live-in son-in-law…”

Boom! Wei Hai’s face turned pale with rage. After kicking Zhang Meng to the ground, he hurriedly knelt before Ye Fan, repeatedly kowtowing. “Mr. Ye, I was careless and fell for her provocations. I disrespected you. I beg for your forgiveness and a chance to make amends.”

Wei Yuan, seeing Ye Fan’s silence, suddenly grew stern and shouted at Wei Hai and Zhang Meng, “You’re both fired! From now on, you are banned from stepping foot in the company! Security, throw them out!”

After the security forcibly expelled Wei Hai and Zhang Meng, Wei Yuan approached Ye Fan and Su Xue with a respectful bow. “Sir, madam, it is due to my poor discipline that such rebellious people arose. I am willing to accept any punishment you see fit.”

Hearing Wei Yuan call Su Xue “madam,” her face flickered but she said nothing.

Ye Fan fixed Wei Yuan with a grave look and said, “Wei Yuan, I will let today’s incident pass for now and give you a chance to redeem yourself. Listen carefully: from now on, you must obey Su Xue unconditionally. If I ever hear you disrespect her, you know what will happen.”

Wei Yuan nodded repeatedly. Ye Fan and Su Xue then toured the company before returning to the residence where Su Xue’s mother had lived.

Upon arriving, Su Xue placed her mother’s memorial tablet on the altar, lit incense and candles, knelt and bowed several times. Then she stood and joined Ye Fan in the living room.

“Ye Fan, thank you for all you’ve done for me. I will work hard and not disappoint you. Also, about Wei Yuan calling you madam earlier—I understand why you didn’t object. Rest assured, I know what’s going on,” Su Xue said quietly.

Though Su Xue still harbored deep feelings for Ye Fan, she thought to herself, “Su Xue, you are no longer the beautiful woman you once were. Your face is disfigured, and you no longer deserve to love him. Decide now, so you don’t hold him back.”

Ye Fan heard her words and said, “Su Xue, wait a moment.”

With that, Ye Fan retrieved some traditional herbs he had purchased on the way, went to the kitchen to prepare a remedy, then returned to Su Xue. “Su Xue, I can treat the scars on your face. Apply this ointment I made for you now. When I return, I’ll prepare medicine to heal the scars. In less than three days, your scars will begin to fade.”

“Really?” Su Xue’s face brightened with hope. Seeing Ye Fan nod silently, she exclaimed gratefully, “Thank you, Ye Fan!”

“Rest now. I have matters to attend to. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

Ye Fan turned and left, returning home about fifteen minutes later.

At home, only his mother-in-law Zhang Yan and wife Lin Xiaoqing remained; his father-in-law, younger brother-in-law, and sister-in-law had already left.

Zhang Yan approached Ye Fan warmly. “Xiaofan, ever since you left, we’ve all been scolding Xiaoqing. She admits her mistakes and begs you to give her another chance.”

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, his voice and gaze icy. “Haven’t you heard the saying: One betrayal, never forgiven?”

With that, Ye Fan tossed a prepared divorce agreement onto Lin Xiaoqing’s lap. “This is a clean-break divorce agreement. Sign it and leave.”

Upon hearing “clean-break divorce,” Zhang Yan’s face darkened as she protested, “Ye Fan, even if you divorce, my daughter should not leave empty-handed. The property must be split fifty-fifty!”

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow. “Mother-in-law, you must have missed the part where she not only leaves empty-handed but must also return everything I ever gave your family.”

“What? That’s impossible!” Zhang Yan panicked, knowing that if she had to return all assets, the Lin family fortune would be depleted.

Ye Fan said calmly, “Of course, you can choose not to sign. But if you don’t, your affair with Zhao Yue will be exposed to all of Yunzhou tomorrow.”

Pale and trembling, Lin Xiaoqing knelt before Ye Fan, repeatedly kowtowing and begging, “Ye Fan, I was wrong. Please, for the sake of our past, give me one more chance.”

“For the sake of our past? When you betrayed me with Zhao Yue on our wedding bed, right before my eyes, did you not think of our past then?” Ye Fan’s voice grew heavier and colder.

He was no saint but a proud man, the unparalleled master of Longmen. In his world, there was no forgiveness—only retribution and repayment of debts.