CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 0063 SONG SHUYAO’S FRAGRANT KISS

"Ye Qingfeng, that’s great, don’t go to the Hong Family to cause trouble. We’ll find another way regarding the medicinal herbs."

A fragrant breeze swept by.

Song Shuyao stood firmly in front of Ye Qingfeng.

Her delicate and pretty face was also marked with a worried expression.

However, upon seeing Ye Qingfeng intact,

Song Shuyao patted her soft chest and exhaled a fragrant breath from her red lips.

Clearly, the heart that had been hanging is now at ease.

"Sister! Take a look at the Hong family’s gate."

Ye Qingfeng didn’t speak, but Song Shuhao nudged his sister’s arm.

Signaling her to look behind.

"You... you smashed the Hong family’s gate?"

Song Shuyao covered her red lips, her beautiful eyes wide open.

Seemingly unable to believe it was true.

"Brother Ye, you’re incredible, doing this and the Hong Family didn’t get angry?"

Jiang Chen exclaimed.

To people like them,

the Hong family was akin to a giant.

Now, not only did Ye Qingfeng smash the door,

but he also walked out of the Hong Family.

It’s truly unimaginable what happened before!

"Could this be the medicinal herbs?"

Song Shuyao glimpsed the jade box in Ye Qingfeng’s hand.

"The Hong family’s compensation."

Ye Qingfeng smiled.

Then, without saying much more, he walked towards the car.

Leaving the three of them a bit stunned.

He knocked Hong Yan down the cliff, then smashed the Hong family’s gate.

In the end, the Hong family had to compensate?

This... this completely exceeded the three’s imagination!

Could it be that the Hong family is so easy to deal with?

"Take me back to Qingyun District."

Seeing the three a bit dazed,

Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but roll down the car window and reminded them.

"Umm, I’m a bit hungry, why don’t you guys go first?"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chen immediately spoke up.

And at the same time winked at Song Shuhao.

"Yeah! Sis, I’m also a bit hungry, I’ll go eat something with Brother Jiang Chen, would you mind taking Brother Qingfeng home!"

With that, Song Shuhao handed the car keys to Song Shuyao.

Then, he and Jiang Chen quickly left.

"These two guys!"

Song Shuyao was a bit stunned, then a trace of red appeared on her charming face.

If she couldn’t see through Jiang Chen and Song Shuhao’s little plan,

then she might as well go hit her head against the wall.

However, Song Shuyao didn’t say much.

She directly sat in the driver’s seat.

Indeed, today’s events warranted thanking Ye Qingfeng.

Otherwise, Song Shuyao wouldn’t have known what fate awaited her in Hong Yan’s hands.

The breeze by the river was slightly chilly, the blue Maserati whizzed by the road along the river like a stream of light.

And the setting sun shone through the car window, casting a breathtaking beauty on Song Shuyao’s face.

Her jade fingers brushed aside a lock of hair by her ear.

"Ye Qingfeng, thank you for coming to save me today..."

Song Shuyao’s voice was calm, her beautiful eyes looked straight ahead.

Her expression was composed, but if one looked closely, a touch of red rose below her fair earlobes.

"It’s not necessary, I just heard a story very similar to my own, also, the Hong Family has something I want."

Ye Qingfeng said faintly.

His tone seemed somewhat chilly.

"Do you think that I’m pathetic..."

On Song Shuyao’s exquisite face, a hint of sadness appeared.

She naturally understood the story Ye Qingfeng mentioned.

"We are all pathetic, it’s just... pity is the most useless emotion." Ye Qingfeng looked to the horizon and said coldly, "However, it can also urge a person to strengthen their resolve to become stronger, only then will those who once made you pitiful ultimately kneel at your feet."

These words seemed to be meant for Song Shuyao.

But, more so, it was affirming his own Dao Heart.

Cultivation is a battle against the heavens. If the Dao Heart is not strong, the final outcome is mere ashes and smoke.

Ye Qingfeng’s path is one of constant strengthening for the sake of revenge.

Rising to the sky, slaughtering millions.

Whether it’s the Xue, Gong, or Dongfang Families of the Extraordinary Realm.

Or the Princess Linglong of the Cultivation World.

Ye Qingfeng will surely seek justice.

"We’ve arrived!"

Song Shuyao looked at Ye Qingfeng’s handsome face full of murderous intent, not knowing what to say.

She just felt that this man seemed to carry more burdens than she did.

At this moment, Song Shuyao’s heart seemed to ache slightly.

"If you don’t want to suffer in the Song family, you have to make them understand that bullying you comes at a heavy price."

Ye Qingfeng got out of the car, stopped, and said lightly.

"If there’s anything, I’ll help you."

After saying that, Ye Qingfeng lifted his foot, ready to step into the Bai Family.

Just then, a fragrant wind came.

A soft body leaned close to Ye Qingfeng.

Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng felt a warm and fragrant touch on his cheek.

"Thank you!"

The fragrant wind came swiftly and left just as quickly, like a sudden strike.

Then, Song Shuyao’s graceful figure, as if fleeing, drove away from Qingyun District.

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng frowned, not knowing what he felt inside.

Shaking his head, Ye Qingfeng stepped into the Bai family.

"Little Feng is back! Just in time for dinner."

Fang Meilian’s face carried a gentle smile, Ye Qingfeng was like a child returning home for dinner in front of her every day.

There was a sense of family warmth.

"Aunt Fang!"

Ye Qingfeng smiled.

Then sat down at the dining table.

Today, the Bai family still had four people eating together, only, Uncle Bai was absent.

Instead, An Ruoqing sat next to Bai Wan’er.

"Your Uncle Bai is busy every day and doesn’t have time to come back for dinner, but now it’s good, having you young ones with me."

"I don’t need him anymore."

Fang Meilian looked at the three children, a smile on her face.

In the past, she could only cook and eat alone, a bit lonely.

Bai Gang was often busy with city hall affairs.

And Bai Wan’er often went out to play from time to time.

Now it’s good, Ye Qingfeng is here.

Seemingly bringing more vitality into this home.

Fang Meilian was naturally happy.

"Ruoqing, you should eat more, so you can become chubby and healthy."

Fang Meilian smiled as she picked up a piece of braised pork trotter for An Ruoqing.

"Aunt Fang, seriously, if I get too chubby, no one will like me."

An Ruoqing’s voice was soft as she playfully complained.

There was a hint of coyness in her blame.

"How could that be, Ruoqing is cuter than our Wan’er, and more lovable."

Fang Meilian touched An Ruoqing’s tender hand, couldn’t help but laugh.

"Mom, am I adopted by you?"

Bai Wan’er pouted discontentedly.

"If you were adopted, it would be great!"

Fang Meilian tapped Bai Wan’er’s forehead.

"I really want a son like Xiao Feng, obedient and well-behaved, then he could marry a little cutie like Ruoqing home."

Then, Fang Meilian suddenly muttered something.