Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
This area, a residential area for the wealthy, was lined with various mansions of European, British, and Gothic styles. Being located halfway up the mountain, it provided a luxurious and spectacular view.
The silver Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of a European-style villa. Ye Chen opened the door and gracefully walked into the villa. He was a little more distant than usual and was aggressive as he would have been in a shopping mall, yet he clearly kept himself in restraint.
“Third Young Master Ye, you are back! Your father is waiting for you,” the older butler said as he politely let Ye Chen in.
The villa was luxuriously decorated by the hands of master craftsmen, and it was borderline luxurious. The reflection of gold around the villa almost dazzled Ye Chen.
Ye Chen’s glare betrayed near-invisible ridicule.
If there was anything the villa gave him, it was nothing but an intense distance and biting coldness.
Ye Zhenxiong sat majestically on the master’s seat, his sideburns white and a cane in his hand. The old man, once an influential and authoritative figure in the business scene, had seemingly become dull, yet retained a sharp vision.
His third wife, Ruan Cuiyu, who was under thirty, sat by his side and sneered. Her eight-year-old son, Ye Yutong, also sat quietly. His expression was one of pure affection.
His second brother, Ye Yutang, was also present. His stoic face could not hide the greed in his eyes.
“Father, I am back,” Ye Chen said faintly and indifferently. Coming home for a meal once a week was a part of the family’s rules.
“The busiest person in the family is finally home. You sure are arrogant enough to keep us waiting for you,” Ruan Cuiyu said coldly.
“He is the president of MBS. Of course, he has that air of arrogance! ” Ye Yutang said sourly.
Ye Chen, without any expression, said, “Father, I am sorry for being late as there were many problems to settle at work.”
In spite of his words, Ye Chen did not sound apologetic and seemed indifferent.
“Let the feast begin!” The old Ye said as his sharp gaze swept over everyone. Silence engulfed everyone.
Ye Chen sneered in his heart.
Ye Yutong called Ye Chen, his third brother, and the latter looked at him and nodded. Just as Ye Yutong smiled, Ruan Cuiyu pulled his clothes, causing Yutong to lower his head.
“Ye Chen, Yutang would like to open a jewelry store. Could you allocate some money for him and help him with networking?” The older Ye’s majestic tone was no different from an order.
“Yes, Father!”
Every time Ye Chen stepped into the residence, it was so cold and distant like an igloo. In the eyes of the older Ye, Ye Chen was merely a tool. This man who once made waves and shook mountains was too used to controlling everything.
The real master of the Ye family was the older Ye. The real heir was Ye Yutang, and the most beloved son was Ye Yutong. As for Ye Chen…
He was the lovechild of the older Ye in his promiscuous days.
An illegitimate child who did not deserve recognition.
A murderer of his most beloved son.
Ye Chen coldly sneered, for he was going to show the older Ye his true colors someday anyway.
How did one stand up against the strong undercurrents of preference and favor?