The Young Lady is a Bit Unruly [Fragrant Harbor] - Chapter 60 Explosive Cover

Chapter 60 Explosive Cover

A few days ago, I went to Hong Kong An University to complete the enrollment procedures and collected all the textbooks and thesis assignments.

Ye Baoling was usually lazy when she could be, but she was methodical in her work. She preferred to finish tasks that had to be done and couldn’t be skipped first.

So, after returning from dinner with Ye Huaizhang, she had been in her room reading, organizing materials, and then starting to write her thesis.

A ten-thousand-word economics thesis entirely handwritten in English—she planned to complete it within three days.

After Ye Huaizhang returned home and finished showering, he brought the Bronze Tablet over.

He sat nearby reading financial magazines while she sat at the desk under the lamp, occasionally consulting materials and at other times writing furiously.

When his eyes grew tired, he would occasionally look up at her.

When she was focused on her work, she was very quiet and steady, completely different from her usual slightly mischievous and cunning self.

Ye Baoling placed the drafted manuscript on the edge of the desk. Ye Huaizhang asked, May I take a look?

Sure.

He picked up the manuscript and examined it carefully. Her English handwriting was elegant and slender, very beautiful, and the economic terminology used was highly professional, posing a slight barrier for non-specialists to read.

He often wondered, was she really just a Form Four graduate?

Some time ago, he had looked into the promotional plans she created for Ye Qingtang and the series of incidents during her Havoc in Heaven phase. None of it seemed like something a Form Four graduate with no work experience could accomplish.

But she wasn’t just anyone—she was the granddaughter of the Ye family’s Oldest Branch, a genuine identity with no possibility of falsification.

Such a remarkable person.

He looked up at her again, just as she turned her head to glance at him, her eyes curved and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned. Seeing her smile, he smiled too.

This kind of quiet companionship was another form of serene and comforting happiness.

Thinking he was growing impatient and wanted to urge her but didn’t dare, Ye Baoling smiled and stood up, sitting on his lap to tease him: What are you thinking about?

Ye Huaizhang wrapped his arm around her waist: I’m thinking about how you became so capable.

Hearing him praise her, Ye Baoling raised her eyebrows and laughed: Looks like the effects of staying in the Cold Palace are really good—your mouth has even become sweeter.

I just read your thesis—it doesn’t seem like something a Form Four graduate would write at all.

Of course not, I’m a university student now. Knowing he would be suspicious, she explained: I only studied up to Form Four not because my grades were poor, but because my mother was ill, and I just wanted to stay by her side, so I didn’t go to university. Although I didn’t attend university, I read a lot of books. The characters in the books experienced things I haven’t. Plus, my maternal grandmother’s family had poor financial conditions, as you know. After my mother passed away, I secretly took on part-time jobs. I didn’t suddenly become like this—it was my experiences that shaped me.

She spoke about her past in an extremely lighthearted tone, but Ye Huaizhang felt a pang of heartache upon hearing it.

He had never felt heartache for anyone before.

This direction felt wrong, a bit strange.

Ye Huaizhang quickly changed the subject, I can tell—you have strong self-study abilities.

He took her hand and guided it under his robe.

Ye Baoling’s hand paused slightly, then she pulled his robe open. Seeing his smooth, jade-like legs, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter: Did you really shave your leg hair?

Such high determination to get out of the Cold Palace!

Ye Huaizhang coughed lightly and asked her, Is Madam satisfied?

Didn’t you say only eunuchs shave their leg hair? She gently rubbed his even smoother arm.

Eunuch? Ye Huaizhang flipped over and pinned her to the sofa. Having held back for so long, he could practically break her bedroom sofa.

His hair tickled her neck, making her laugh and push him away.

The sofa here was better than the one in his bedroom – genuine leather. If it got dirty, a quick wipe with a towel would clean it, no need to involve the servants.

So there was much less restraint.

After nearly half a month apart, both were highly enthusiastic. His technique had become increasingly refined, knowing exactly how to heighten her pleasure without elaborate motions. He knew precisely where to focus, hitting that spot relentlessly, then maintaining a steady, persistent rhythm. He could make her experience what it meant to die and come back to life in the shortest time possible.

Afterward, he still bent down to lick and suck, thinking he could clean her up, but the more he tried, the wetter the path became, until finally another torrential downpour poured forth.

It took three small quadrilaterals before they finally came to rest.

This kind of physically and mentally satisfying exhaustion felt wonderful. When tired, she could sleep, and sleep soundly at that.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already in bed. Outside the window was hazy – dawn was approaching. The desk opposite the bed was neatly arranged, the sofa had been cleaned, and he had returned home at some unknown hour.

Her mysterious gentleman.

She liked this kind of relationship – able to share the most intimate moments while maintaining independent spaces.

Usually, both could be free and autonomous.

Neither could easily control the other.

At the same time, in Ye Kais and his wife’s room on the same floor.

Liang Meiyun, having gotten out of bed, was doing some stretching exercises by the window. Because she had been coughing these past few days, her trusted maid A Hong brought in some throat-soothing bird’s nest soup stewed with fritillary bulb and aged tangerine peel.

Second Madame, as you instructed, I asked Yin Jie to find the aged tangerine peel for the soup. The 60-year aged peel was taken by First Madame. This is 40-year old – they say the effect is similar.

Liang Meiyun immediately flared up upon hearing this, With 20 years difference, how can it be the same? Why did Zheng Junni take that whole large box of aged tangerine peel? This is communal property, not her personal asset!

A Hong could only reply helplessly, First Madame is managing the household now, there’s nothing Yin Jie can do. Please try it first – they say the effect is similar.

Liang Meiyun had no choice but to sit down and drink the soup. After just one sip, she put down the spoon, Completely different flavor!

She was too angry to take a second sip.

Afraid of being scolded, A Hong quickly changed the subject, Second Madame, there’s something I find quite strange.

What is it?

The day before yesterday, Sister Qin told me that Yin Jie was looking for me. Since Yin Jie usually reports to First Madame at Abundant Moon Tower around three or four in the afternoon, I went to Abundant Moon Tower. I didn’t find Yin Jie, but happened to overhear A Jin speaking with First Madame.

Liang Meiyun looked at her, What were they saying?

A Hong said, First Madame instructed A Jin, saying something about not using the house phone when leaking information to the paparazzi, telling her to go outside to make the calls.

They want to leak information to the paparazzi?

That’s what it sounded like.

Liang Meiyun asked curiously, What are they leaking?

A Hong shook her head, I didn’t hear clearly. I heard someone coming and left quickly.

Liang Meiyun had always been prone to suspicion. The Oldest Branch didn’t have much scandalous material worth exposing, except for that incident on the old master’s birthday when her son had been seduced by Lu Tianyou. Nothing else was worth mentioning.

Her heart immediately began to race.

Did A Jin go to leak the story?

A Hong: I don’t know.

Did they mention which newspaper they were going to?

A Hong shook her head again. They didn’t say.

Liang Meiyun snapped impatiently, You should have come to report this to me as soon as you heard it! Why are you only telling me now? None of you know how to handle things properly.

She stood up and walked out, heading to Ye Kais’s study to inform him about the situation.

Ye Kais was in the middle of writing a letter. He set down his pen. My sister-in-law wouldn’t go that far, would she? It’s been so long already.

Back then she was pregnant and didn’t have time. Now that she’s given birth to Arrowhead Cube, she has both the time and energy to make trouble. Hurry up and think of something! If this gets reported, it will ruin your son’s entire future.

It’s not that serious.

Hearing her husband’s complete indifference, Liang Meiyun fumed, How is it not serious? If this blows up, which respectable family would still be willing to marry their daughter to Baoshun?

Ye Kais comforted his wife: Don’t worry. Without evidence, if anyone dares to publish false reports, I’ll sue them until they’re bankrupt!

Liang Meiyun: Quickly notify those newspapers you’re familiar with. Tell them that if they come across any scandals about our Oldest Branch, they must help intercept them. We’ll reward them handsomely.

That won’t work. The more you say that, the more people will think our family has some scandal and the more they’ll watch us. Besides, there are so many newspapers and magazines—who would you even notify? Isn’t that just walking into a trap and asking for trouble? And we’re going to full-scale war over some unclear half-sentence overheard by a young maid? Do we still want to live our lives?

Seeing that she couldn’t get through to her husband, Liang Meiyun stamped her foot in frustration but was completely helpless.

Today was Sunday. Fang Xuhua, Fang Shanxing’s father, had successfully assumed the position of chairman of Nanhua Third Hospital’s Charity Association and was hosting a small tea party at home.

He had only invited close relatives, good friends, and neighbors from Qing Tang Street.

Ye Baoling hadn’t originally planned to attend, but since Fang Haiming had invited Gu Man’er to go together, Ye Baoling had no choice but to agree to accompany her cousin. She didn’t want Man’er to feel awkward at her first wealthy people’s party without a familiar companion.

The tea party was held outdoors under sun shelters, featuring various delicacies, desserts, and Brazilian barbecue.

The elders gathered in one group, while the young people formed two or three smaller clusters.

The Fang family consisted of three generations of single bachelors, with no mistress of the house.

Since Ye Baoxin had started dating Fang Shanxing, she frequently visited the Fang residence. On this day, she acted like the hostess, warmly welcoming everyone.

After Ye Baoling arrived, everyone who had heard about her excellent bridge skills—having won over twenty thousand from Ye Leqiong and Ye Baoxin last time—egged on the four best players to play a few rounds.

The top players were: Ye Leqiong, Ye Baoling, Fang Shanxing, and Fang Haiming.

Two women versus two men, 2V2.

The women’s cheer squad included Gong Jiahua and Ye Leyan, while the men’s side had Gu Man’er and Ye Baoxin.

During quiet moments, the surroundings fell into complete silence.

During lively moments, the place erupted with roaring laughter and extraordinary joy.

Gong Fonian noticed the situation and couldn’t help but secretly call his grandson over. Baoling is such a fine girl. She started from the bottom at the company and is now a manager. If you like her, be bold and pursue her. If not, don’t lead her on.

Gong Jiahua sighed helplessly. Grandpa, can’t you see? I like her, but she doesn’t like me. We can be friends, but being a couple is out of the question. Just drop it, Grandpa.

Gong Fonian asked curiously, Does she have a boyfriend?

Gong Jiahua shrugged. Who knows?

What’s there to fear if she has a boyfriend? If a man is capable, he can still win her over, Gong Fonian said, echoing Gong Jiahua’s earlier thoughts.

They were truly grandfather and grandson.

It wasn’t that Gong Jiahua didn’t want to try; he just couldn’t. As he was thinking of how to respond, Ye Huaizhang arrived fashionably late at the doorway.

He was almost always the last to arrive at every party.

Gong Jiahua quickly waved him over. Hey! Over here.

Ye Huaizhang came over, greeted the elders, chatted for a while, and then followed Gong Jiahua to watch them play bridge.

At the table, Ye Baoling and Ye Leqiong were holding their own against two male opponents.

There was no helping it—Fang Haiming had the protagonist’s aura, so his hands were always exceptionally good.

Still, everyone thought Ye Baoling was more impressive because she could make the most out of even the worst hands.

Somehow, they managed to maintain a balance and avoid losing money—a testament to her skill.

After watching Ye Baoling play half a round from behind her, Ye Huaizhang couldn’t help but praise, Not bad at all.

Ye Baoling glanced back at him without false modesty and smiled. Of course.

Since Ye Leqiong had been dealt poor hands all day, Gong Jiahua teased, Ye Leqiong, your luck is terrible. Give your seat to Huaizhang—he’s better at this.

Unaware that Gong Jiahua was playing matchmaker, Ye Leqiong was genuinely frustrated with her bad hands. Huaizhang, do you want to play? I need to use the restroom.

Normally, Ye Huaizhang might not have been so interested, but he had never partnered with his wife in a card game before. He reluctantly stepped in to replace Ye Leqiong.

With just one exchanged glance, the couple seemed to understand each other perfectly.

Moreover, in the original storyline, the Third Branch was Fang Haiming’s biggest backer. Perhaps the boss’s presence counteracted the protagonist’s aura, as the four players’ hands finally became more balanced—even leaning slightly in their favor.

In the next few rounds, Ye Baoling and Ye Huaizhang scored two grand slams against their opponents.

Thirty thousand in pocket money was won in no time.

Gong Jiahua teased deliberately, Well done, you two. Your tacit understanding is almost like a couple’s.

Ye Baoling suppressed the urge to glare at him. Look how close you two are standing—you’re the ones who look like a couple.

Gong Jiahua, standing behind Ye Huaizhang, suddenly tried to put an arm around his shoulder to provoke Ye Baoling.

But Ye Huaizhang caught his wrist with a disgusted expression, his grip surprisingly strong…

Gong Jiahua yelped, Help! Baoling, save me!

Everyone laughed. Gong Jiahua, there’s something wrong with you. So you like men?

The group continued joking and bantering.

Ye Baoxin, who had moved to the Oldest Branch with her mother after remarrying and grew up in the wealthy Ye family, had always been sensitive.

She noticed something unusual in the way Ye Huaizhang and Ye Baoling looked at each other.

It wasn’t like siblings, nor was it like lovers—it was ambiguous.

Something wasn’t right.

What are you spacing out for? Fang Shanxing asked her.

Since Fang Haiming had to leave early, the game broke up.

Ye Baoxin quickly smiled and called out to everyone, The roasted lamb is ready. Let’s eat it now before it gets cold and loses its flavor.

Ye Huaizhang stood up and gently placed the chips he had won into Ye Baoling’s chip box.

With so many people present, Ye Baoling couldn’t openly question why he was giving his chips to her. Instead, she quickly called out to Ye Leqiong, Leqiong, come split the money. We won’t take Brother Huaizhang’s share—you and I can divide it between us.

Hearing this excellent news, Ye Leqiong hurried over, smiled at Ye Huaizhang, and gave a slight bow. Thank you, Brother Huaizhang. You’re like a bodhisattva today.

Fang Shanxing laughed, He’s here to get back at us. Last time at the horse racing track, he lost money to us and has been wanting revenge ever since…

Others joined in teasing Fang Shanxing, Young Master Fang, wasn’t that ten years ago?

Is money lost ten years ago not money anymore?

Everyone laughed, calling him the real-life version of Xianglin’s Wife—someone who could repeat the same story for years.

The servants brought over the roasted lamb, carving slices directly from the large iron skewer for everyone to share.

Fang Shanxing’s younger sister, still a middle school student, loved reading entertainment gossip magazines. A new issue had just arrived, and as usual, the servant brought it to her first.

The magazine was casually tossed onto the table.

While everyone was busy chatting and enjoying the food, the first person to notice the magazine cover was Ye Huaizhang, who normally never read gossip magazines.

With just one glance, his brow furrowed slightly. He then picked up a glass of sparkling water and casually walked over to Ye Baoling, who was standing with Gu Man’er, eating roasted lamb.

Seeing Ye Huaizhang approach, Gu Man’er smiled softly and greeted him, Brother-in-law, would you like some lamb? I’ll get you a fork.

Before Ye Huaizhang could refuse, Gu Man’er had already tactfully gone to fetch cutlery.

Lowering his voice, Ye Huaizhang said, Your brother and Lu Tianyou were photographed by reporters. They’re on the cover of today’s gossip magazine.

Ye Baoling pretended to widen her eyes in surprise. Huh? Which magazine?

On the long table behind us where the cake is, there’s the latest issue of Sunday. They’re on the cover.

Ye Baoling glanced back and noticed several people already gathered around it.

She complained softly, Why didn’t you bring it to me so I could see it first?

I thought you might have been the one who leaked the story.

Ye Baoling spoke a few honest words, Ye Baoshun went crazy the other day. He suddenly came to me, trying to take back my suite. He even said I was just a temporary guest in the Oldest Branch. It made me so angry. Do you think I should get back at him?

Did you tip off the reporters? Your grandfather could easily find out. Ye Huaizhang expressed concern but then added, But even if he finds out, it’s fine. At worst, we can lay our cards on the table and never return to the Oldest Branch.

Am I that stupid?

How could she do something like that herself?

Many people in the Oldest Branch dislike him, not just me. She didn’t say it explicitly, but he understood.

This was one of the traits he most admired in her—her clever cunning.

Having finished observing the commotion, Gu Man’er squeezed out of the crowd and excitedly ran over to Ye Baoling, whispering, Cousin, Ye Baoshun and Lu Tianyou were photographed by reporters. The pictures are really scandalous.

But since Ye Huaizhang was still there, she didn’t say more.

Taking the hint, Ye Huaizhang picked up his glass and walked away.

After Ye Huaizhang left, Gu Man’er said, The reporters followed them the whole way. Holding hands, whispering in each other’s ears, passionate kisses—they had it all, but those are just child’s play. The most explosive part is that Ye Baoshun was pressed against the hotel glass window by Lu Tianyou doing that! Lu Tianyou even whipped him with a belt! The photos are crystal clear!

So wild, so daring.

Gu Man’er concluded, They weren’t even afraid the glass would shatter!

Those who saw the magazine described it, just like Gu Man’er, in one word: thrilling.

The sisters from the Oldest Branch had more complicated feelings—ashamed, yet feeling it had nothing to do with them.

When asked, they could only say they didn’t know, not daring to show too much excitement.

People gathered in small groups, eagerly discussing.

Who would have thought Ye Baoshun was gay! And the one being ridden at that.

Pressed against the glass, whipped with a belt—they’re playing so wildly.

I’d heard rumors before, but I never imagined it could be this crazy.

Do men get high from being ridden?

The Oldest Branch is going to have a major earthquake this time.

…

The older generation, who had been drinking tea, were initially unaware of the situation until Xing Shu hurried over, whispered something in Ye Qizu’s ear, and Ye Qizu’s face abruptly changed before he rushed off.

Ye Baoling didn’t stay much longer either. She took the family car home and had the driver drop Gu Man’er off at Hyde Old Street.

As soon as she got home, Sister Ping came to tell her that the Old Master was so furious he nearly burst a blood vessel. He took some blood pressure medication and was only now feeling a bit better.

He’s searching everywhere for the Eldest Young Master. Probably, the Eldest Young Master is hiding and doesn’t dare come home.

Ye Baoling just wanted to watch the drama, not get involved. She reminded Sister Ping, Keep a low profile.

Understood.

Actually, Xing Shu had only told Ye Qizu that the Eldest Young Master had been secretly photographed for a magazine cover and the content wasn’t good. Ye Qizu had been mentally prepared, but he never expected it to be this outrageous.

When he saw the magazine cover with the headline: Young Master Ye Flaunts Against Glass, Ridden While Dripping Wet and Whipped, Same-Sex Passion All Night Long…

Ye Qizu was so enraged he staggered, nearly collapsing into his chair.

Fortunately, Xing Shu and Chen Jincai were quick to support him.

They promptly gave him blood pressure medication, and only then did he catch his breath.

During Ye Qizu’s birthday, Ye Baoshun and Lu Tianyou had gotten together because they were drunk—it could be considered an accident.

But this time was different.

This was Ye Baoshun’s own choice!

How could Ye Qizu accept his eldest grandson being ridden by another man?

He couldn’t accept this reality!

Unable to find Ye Baoshun, he first summoned Ye Kais and scolded him: How have you been raising your son? You can’t even manage one son properly—what face do you have to meet our ancestors? Useless waste!

Ye Kais hung his head, not daring to say a word.

Ye Qizu roared, Find Ye Baoshun and bring him back! If he doesn’t dare come back, tie him up and drag him back!

Ye Kais hurried out.

Ye Qizu then instructed Xing Shu: No matter the cost, sweep all that trashy magazine off the streets! Also, go to the radio stations, TV stations, and the major newspapers to smooth things over. Beg them not to report on this further.

Xing Shu knew that news like this spreads fastest—no amount of money could stop it—but he still replied, I’ll go handle it right away.

And the other person breaking down was Liang Meiyun.

Right now, she wasn’t as anxious to find her son; she was more concerned with whether Zheng Junni was the one who leaked the story.

She pulled strings and called in favors, eventually reaching the editor of Sunday to find out who had leaked the story.

But even the editor of Sunday didn’t know the identity of the source, only that it was a woman with a very young voice.

Liang Meiyun barely slept all night. She turned on the TV—gossip shows were discussing how her son had been ridden like a horse. She switched on the radio—radio programs were talking about it too…

Her son had become the laughingstock of all Hong Kong, and she nearly lost her mind.

Early the next morning, Ye Baoshun was finally found and brought back, hands tied, kneeling before the ancestral tablets on the fourth floor of the Hall of Flourishing Harmony.

Ye Kais grabbed a stick to beat his son, but Liang Meiyun clung to him, preventing the strike.

With a cold expression, Ye Qizu asked Ye Baoshun, You can go fool around with women—I wouldn’t say a word no matter how many. But why would you let a man fool around with you?! Why?! Are you even a man of the Ye family?!

I wasn’t fooling around, retorted Ye Baoshun, a stubborn soul who only grew more defiant under pressure.

This declaration—I wasn’t fooling around—was even more shocking than if he had admitted to liking it!

Ye Qizu trembled with rage.

With the stick snatched by his wife, Ye Kais strode over and kicked his son. Are you asking for it?! Letting someone whip you, ride you—are you just asking for it?!

Ye Baoshun shot back, Yes, I’m asking for it! I just like men! So what? Is it against the law?!

Ye Kais lunged forward again, raining blows and kicks upon him.

Liang Meiyun wept as she tried to pull him away. Are you trying to kill him? He’s still so young—it’s just a momentary confusion, he can change!

Ye Kaimin, who had entered later, also tried to mediate. Beating him won’t help. You need to persuade him slowly.

Though the advice was reasonable, it infuriated Liang Meiyun.

Big Brother, are you happy about this? That our Baoshun has come to this is all because of you and that vixen Zheng Junni!

Ye Kaimin’s face darkened immediately. What nonsense are you spouting?! Is Baoshun crazy, and are you too?

Liang Meiyun raised her voice. I am crazy! If you hadn’t tried to drug Bao Ling and that Lü guy back then, would Baoshun have accidentally taken the medicine? If he hadn’t taken it by mistake, nothing would have happened between Baoshun and that Lü!

Ye Kaimin retorted, Baoshun insisted on taking that task himself—who could have guessed he’d drink the drug? I even suspect they had eyes for each other back then and took the wrong medicine on purpose!

Liang Meiyun grew even angrier and was about to curse again when Ye Qizu cut her off: Enough! Stop dredging up the past!

Liang Meiyun snapped, Fine, no more about the past. Then let’s talk about the present. Why did Baoshun and that Lü end up in the magazine? The day before yesterday, A Hong overheard Zheng Junni at the Abundant Moon Tower ordering her maid A Jin to make an anonymous tip-off call. She specifically told her not to use the home phone to avoid being traced.

Her words left everyone stunned.

Liang Meiyun continued, Yesterday, I used my connections to reach the editor-in-chief of ‘Sunday’ magazine. She said the tip came from a young woman, purely for exposure, no payment involved. I strongly suspect Zheng Junni ordered A Jin to leak the story.

Ye Qizu immediately ordered someone to summon Zheng Junni.

Zheng Junni had not expected to be overheard—she was sure the door was closed and no one was outside at the time.

Of course, she denied everything, claiming A Hong was framing her.

Liang Meiyun pressed, Why would A Hong frame you? When she told me about this the day before yesterday, the ‘Sunday’ issue hadn’t even hit the stands!

How should I know why A Hong is framing me? I know nothing about Baoshun’s affairs—if anyone knows more, it’s certainly you. Maybe A Hong leaked the story herself and is pinning it on us! She’s had arguments with A Jin before—who knows what she’s plotting! Zheng Junni’s mind worked quickly.

The two sisters-in-law tore into each other, their conflict now out in the open.

Downstairs, Ye Baoling had just woken up, dressed, eaten breakfast, and was preparing to head to work.

Sister Ping told her, It’s absolute chaos up there! Everyone’s gathered by the stairwell listening, too afraid to go near.

Just then, A Fu came running down to find Ye Baoling. Young Miss, the Old Master requests your presence.

Sister Ping asked with some concern, What does he want with the Young Miss?

A Fu shook his head. He said he wants Young Miss to help mediate justice. I don’t know the specifics.

Huh? Ye Baoling thought to herself. Since when was it her turn to mediate justice?

She hurried upstairs and saw Ye Baoshun kneeling before the ancestral altar, head bowed, face ashen.

He happened to look up and saw it was Ye Baoling. Remembering their recent sibling argument—back when he was still the privileged male descendant—he now found himself exposed on magazine covers as a beaten gay man.

Ye Baoshun guiltily averted his gaze.

Ye Baoling asked, Grandfather, you asked for me?

It turned out the two sisters-in-law were locked in an irreconcilable argument.

Liang Meiyun only had Xiao Hong as a witness, but since Xiao Hong had previous conflicts with A Jin, her testimony wasn’t convincing.

Ye Qizu had promised to investigate properly, but Liang Meiyun didn’t trust the Old Master. At this point, she worried he would favor the eldest son’s family for the sake of his youngest grandson.

Why not let Baoling investigate? She’s the most neutral person in this family. Back when Ye Kaisen and the others were causing trouble at the company, she managed to uncover everything despite the complexity. I believe Baoling can deliver fair judgment.

Ye Baoling: …

Ye Qizu, feeling his authority challenged, looked at the hysterical Liang Meiyun and didn’t want to agree.

However, unwilling to refuse directly, he turned to his granddaughter. After a pause, he asked, Can you handle this?

He hoped Ye Baoling would play the villain and reject Liang Meiyun’s unreasonable demand for him.

This wasn’t going the way Ye Baoling had anticipated, but the current direction seemed even better.

It completely turned passive into active.

Of course she could handle it.

Why would she easily comply with the Old Master’s wishes?

She smiled. If Grandfather believes I can, then I’ll reluctantly play the villain. I can do it!

Ye Qizu’s eyes widened in fury!

He was absolutely livid.

Author’s Note: Spectators: Explosive cover, salacious headlines!

Paparazzi: Inherited skills! [Evil grin]

Author: Impressive!