Chapter 945: Eldest Young Master of the Ye Family: Ye Shilong

“Dad, what do we do, Dad?”

Zhao Chen cried. Yes, a grown man, directly scared to tears by Ye Shilong.

In fact, from beginning to end, Ye Shilong hadn’t said a single word to threaten him.

“Sigh~ Do your best and leave the rest to fate.”

Zhao Lianghe sighed. Another plan had already formed in his mind.

If Ye Shilong wasn’t willing to let them go, the Zhao Family had to find another way to safeguard their family’s survival.

That backup plan was to ally with the Deng Family.

After all, the Deng Family couldn’t simply walk away from tonight’s events.

You could say the Zhao Family succeeded in dragging the Deng Family down with them, but they also dragged themselves down too.

The two families had been at each other’s throats for a long time, but when facing Ye Shilong, they might have to join forces.

On top of that, the Deng Family still had Xu Shaochen in their corner. At the very least, that could guarantee the Zhao Family wouldn’t be completely wiped out by Ye Shilong.

His years of wisdom told Zhao Lianghe to prioritize survival before considering profit.

………

In a certain villa.

On the sofa, Ye Shilong casually tossed the phone to the side after hanging up.

His face was expressionless; there was no sign of joy or sorrow.

He was Ye Shilong, born into a prestigious family.

He didn’t go into politics but chose the path of business instead.

Thanks to his family’s wealth, he carved out his own empire, with assets exceeding billions.

Ignoring his background, he was undoubtedly a successful young entrepreneur.

“What’s wrong? From what you said, did something happen to Shihu?”

Beside him, a charming woman, with delicate features, softly inquired.

Her gaze toward Ye Shilong was filled with affection, as though no matter how long she looked at him, it wouldn’t be enough.

She was Ye Shilong’s wife.

Ye Shilong was nominally thirty this year. He had been married to his wife for six years, and their child was three.

To outsiders, he seemed almost perfect.

In social interactions, he always came across as polite and genial. His friends found him a reliable companion.

In terms of family, he never spent nights outside home, nor did he entertain other women. To him, women outside his marriage were beneath notice.

His enthusiasm toward friends and unwavering loyalty to his marriage were displayed in him to their fullest extent.

That was the talent of Ye Shilong.

Hearing his wife’s question, Ye Shilong calmly explained the situation.

“What are you going to do?” his wife asked.

Ye Shilong’s sharp brows rose slightly as he flatly said, “Whoever was involved, will be held accountable.”

His tone was indifferent, yet a chilling aura of decisiveness suddenly filled the room.

His meaning was simple.

Whether it was the Deng Family or the Zhao Family, he wasn’t planning to let them off.

Everyone knew how warm and friendly he was toward friends, causing people to often forget how ruthlessly he dealt with those who crossed him.

To Ye Shilong, there were only two kinds of people in the world.

Enemies who opposed him, and friends who were of benefit to him.

For enemies, he always dealt with them without mercy, eliminating them completely.

That’s why he had so many friends.

Because no one wanted to be his enemy.

“Then come home as soon as you’re done. The child and I will be waiting for you. I’ll go pack some clothes for you,” she said.

His wife rose and headed upstairs, gentle and considerate, asking no further questions. She knew how to be Ye Shilong’s wife.

She understood…

If she didn’t do her job well…

Ye Shilong wouldn’t mind replacing her.

……………

Morning.

At the hospital.

Ye Shihu had woken up.

Ye Shilong had also arrived.

The bodyguards he brought had sealed off the ward inside and out.

In the large ward, only the two brothers remained.

“Big Brother, you have to avenge me! My ear’s ruined. I’ll have to wear this thing for life! I want to tear the entire Deng Family to pieces!”

Looking at his brother, Ye Shihu clenched his teeth, his hatred for the Deng Family clear in every word.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

Ye Shilong asked.

Ye Shihu froze for a second, then nodded up and down like a pecking bird: “Big Brother, I swear, no more drinking, no more messing around with women.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Ye Shilong said calmly. “I’m talking about the Zhao Family. You were played. Didn’t you notice how everything seemed too coincidental?”

“I always tell you, if it seems like nothing’s wrong, that’s the biggest red flag.”

Ye Shihu wasn’t stupid. It was just that with a badass brother and father, he never bothered using his brain.

Hearing this, realization dawned on him. He ground his teeth and said, “Damn those Zhaos. I’ll kill them.”

“Neither the Zhao Family nor the Deng Family will escape. Leave the rest to me. Just rest easy. Once you’ve had your fun, you can crawl back home and help your sister-in-law with the kid.”

Ye Shihu’s eyes darted around but he kept quiet. It had taken a lot of effort to get out of the house; he wasn’t about to head back now.

Besides, he still wanted to personally witness his brother take vengeance for him.

“Thud-thud-thud-thud…”

A hurried mess of footsteps sounded.

The Zhao father and son were stopped at the ward entrance by the bodyguards.

“Young Master Ye.”

Zhao Lianghe called out. Ye Shilong waved, signaling the bodyguards to let them in.

A glint of hatred flashed in Ye Shihu’s eyes, but he quickly hid it, feigning ignorance of the situation.

“Young Master Ye, our Zhao Family takes responsibility for Second Master’s injury. We won’t shirk it. Whatever Young Master Ye asks, we’re willing to do our utmost to make amends and compensate Second Master.”

Standing before Ye Shilong, Zhao Lianghe spoke respectfully, though his heart was filled with unease.

“Which one of you is Zhao Chen?”

Ye Shilong’s eyes swept over the three of them.

Zhao Chen shuddered, gritting his teeth and stepping forward. “Young Master Ye, I… It’s me.”

“Bang!”

Ye Shilong grabbed the water jug from the bedside table and smashed it onto Zhao Chen’s head.

“Aaaaah!”

Zhao Chen let out a scream as he clutched his head, collapsing to the ground as blood gushed out.

Zhao Lianghe and Zhao Fei were both shocked, but neither said a word.

Ye Shilong took a handkerchief from his chest pocket, slowly wiping his hands as he said, “My brother lost an ear. I want one of his fingers. That’s not asking too much, is it?”

As he spoke, two bodyguards had already leaped to hold Zhao Chen down, pulling out a knife, ready to slice off one of his fingers.

“Dad, help me! Dad! Dad!”

Zhao Chen screamed in terror, struggling desperately, pleading for help.

Zhao Lianghe hesitated but finally gritted his teeth, barely managing to squeeze out three words: “It’s not excessive.”

He knew, with Ye Shilong’s uncompromising stance, agreeing to cut off one of Zhao Chen’s fingers would be the end of the matter.

It was a far better option than having Ye Shilong wipe out the entire Zhao Family.

Ye Shilong nodded, signaling the bodyguards.

“Aaaaaah!”

Zhao Chen let out a heart-wrenching scream as his left index finger was severed, exposing white bone.