Ye Ling and his friends were having a blast, singing their hearts out without a care in the world, regardless of the storm brewing outside. But not everyone was feeling comfortable—some were starting to panic.
The first one to feel the anxiety was none other than Yang Guoqing, the man who had just managed to gain the favor of both Ye Ling and Mo Xing. The next day, which was today, he had received a notice of reassignment—to take up a position as deputy director in another department.
There he was, one evening, sipping his drink and humming an old tune contentedly, when a phone call came in that made his eyes bulge in shock.
Crash—his glass fell to the floor and shattered. Yang Guoqing stood up abruptly, dumbfounded.
His son had managed to offend the henchmen of the Crown Prince at the Golden Emperor KTV. By coincidence, an acquaintance of his had witnessed it and hurriedly made a call to inform him.
The Crown Prince was not someone he could afford to provoke—such a figure would not even deign to give him an extra glance.
"Damned brat! Always causing trouble for your old man, you little shit!"
Yang Guoqing paced back and forth in agitation. He thought about calling Ye Ling and Mo Xing, but he had only just chosen his side. Would those two young masters bother to intervene on his behalf?
After much consideration, Yang Guoqing decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to rush over there, no matter what. He had only this one son, and he couldn’t bear to see anything happen to him.
At the same time, the manager of the Golden Emperor was sweating bullets with anxiety, because outside the venue, thugs were rapidly assembling in large numbers, already amounting to over a hundred.
And from the looks of it, there were even more to come. It was likely to reach a terrifying number, which all went to show the influence of the Crown Prince of Donghai.
"Has the boss arrived yet? Call again quickly, or I fear that serious trouble is looming," the manager said urgently, then glanced at the 8888 private room upstairs and gritted his teeth in frustration. "This idiot—doesn’t he know whose toes he can step on and whose he can’t!"
Meanwhile, Ye Ling inside the room was utterly enjoying himself, singing along with a group that was just as thrilled. Those who stayed were actually classmates from his college days with whom he had a good relationship.
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It was at that moment that Ye Ling truly appreciated what a real class reunion was. All those people before were just putting on an act.
Bang! Just then, the door was forcefully kicked open, startling everyone inside. Could it be the Crown Prince’s men had come for them?
The person who entered the room wasn’t just anyone; it was a middle-aged man. Yang Feng was overjoyed and quickly stood up, but before he could speak, the man slapped him across the face.
"You worthless brat! Do you even realize the magnitude of the trouble you’ve caused? Do you think you can just mess with the Crown Prince like that?"
The newcomer was Yang Guoqing, who had ridden hard and fast and had arrived at the Golden Emperor within just ten minutes, entering the room with a fierce slap.
Yang Feng covered his face, looking aggrieved. "Dad! It wasn’t me who started this. I wanted to leave, but one of my classmates got into a fight with them!"
"Damn it! It’s none of your business—don’t get involved! Get home right now. Damn, when we’re home, you’ll see how I deal with you."
Yang Guoqing was livid, speaking through clenched teeth. At that moment, the music in the room stopped, and Chen Lei and the other three watched Yang Feng closely, curious to see whether he would choose to leave or stay.
Yang Feng looked at everyone sitting on the couch, took a deep breath, and said, "Sorry guys, I have to go now."
After saying that, he turned to leave. Yang Guoqing shook his head and then looked at his son’s classmates. "Fellows, it’s not that your uncle isn’t upstanding, it’s just that... well, you better call your families right away—"
Mid-sentence, Yang Guoqing’s eyes suddenly bulged as if he saw something unbelievable.
The lights in the private room were a bit dim, so he hadn’t paid attention to the people when he entered. But now, he saw very clearly, wasn’t that his main backer Ye Ling sitting right there?
"Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye," how come you’re sitting here? Don’t tell me you’re schoolmates with little Feng?"
Yang Guoqing hurriedly approached Ye Ling with a flattering smile, extended both hands to grip his tightly, nodding and bowing.
Everyone was stunned. Damn, what’s this scene? Wasn’t it said that Yang Feng’s dad is the head of some bureau? Then why’s he buttering up Ye Ling, nodding and scraping?
Yang Feng was also dumbfounded. He knew his father’s temper all too well—always so stern, rarely this pleasant in front of his friends.
Ye Ling stood up, smiling faintly, "Old Yang, you really need to take care of your son. Otherwise, sooner or later, he’s going to drag you down with him."
When Ye Ling said this, he genuinely had no intention of retaliating against Yang Feng. He was simply stating a fact. His own father had just been promoted, and then he goes around shouting and showing off; trouble was bound to happen sooner or later. Experience tales at freewebnovel
Upon hearing this, Yang Guoqing glared fiercely at Yang Feng and then nodded at Ye Ling, not daring to say much.
"Dad, let’s go. The Crown Prince’s guys will be here soon," Yang Feng reminded, his face full of grievance.
Yang Guoqing’s face turned red in an instant, "You idiot, what are you talking about? With Young Master Ye here, and your classmates here, how can we leave? What kind of people would we be!"
Ye Ling shook his head, chuckling, "Alright, alright, I know if it weren’t for me being here, you’d probably have left already. After all, these aren’t your son."
"But since they are your son’s classmates, I think if I’m capable, I should lend a hand where I can."
Ye Ling said slowly and then sat back down. Yang Guoqing was extremely embarrassed; he didn’t know what to say. This just made things worse. Any good impression he might have made on Ye Ling instantly vanished.
Encouraging his son to abandon his classmates and flee didn’t leave a good impression at all. To put it bluntly, it spread the notion that he was opportunistic, disloyal, and unrighteous.
For someone like Ye Ling, a prominent young master, that was absolutely unacceptable or, rather, the most detestable.
Ye Ling waved his hand, "Sit down. Since you’re here, let’s wait a moment before leaving. I’ll get everything sorted out so you won’t get dragged into this. I’ve heard of the Crown Prince, not exactly the easy kind."
On hearing this, Yang Guoqing grew even more embarrassed, scratching his head, at a loss for words.
Yang Feng approached his father and whispered, "Dad, who exactly is this Ye Ling? Why are you treating him with so much reverence? Could he be the son of your boss?"
"You fool, he is Young Master Ye! He’s that Ye Ling who calls the shots in Donghai City!"
Yang Guoqing said resentfully, and Yang Feng’s mind buzzed, completely stunned. Ye Ling was the idol in his heart, that legendary young master who rose as rapidly as a star in just one year?
And just then, the man in black that Ye Ling had kicked into the air walked in, his face sinister, his gaze sweeping across the room.
"Heh, you’ve got guts. Come on then, let’s go down. The Crown Prince is waiting for you below!"
As he spoke, the man in black clenched his fist, his eyes filled with ferocity.
Ye Ling raised his eyebrows and glanced at the man in black, then shook his head, "Me, go see the Crown Prince? Heh, he doesn’t have that privilege. Tell the Crown Prince to come up and see me."
"You!"
The man in black was gnashing his teeth, his eyes suddenly filled with towering rage.