37: Chapter 037 [My steel pipe is already starving] 37: Chapter 037 [My steel pipe is already starving] Hao Jian’s mouth was full of sand, his face swollen like a pig’s head, and his beloved Shen Yuqin was standing beside him, on the verge of shedding humiliating tears.
In his heart, he secretly swore that he would flay Ye Chenfeng alive and pull out his tendons, but for the moment, he had to endure it.
it’s clean now!” The words squeezed out with difficulty through the gaps in Hao Jian’s teeth.
Damn it, I’ll make sure to get back at you for today’s humiliation, kid, you just wait!
“As long as it’s clean, that’s good.
Right, hand over the money, didn’t you say you wanted to show me some respect?
At least a thousand!” Ye Chenfeng casually picked up a steel pipe and slapped it against his palm.
A few people almost coughed up blood—this was like a thief meeting a highwayman!
But Pock-Face didn’t dare to delay, fumbling in his pocket for a thousand, and shakily handed it over to Ye Chenfeng: “Big Brother, this is to show you respect!”
Shen Yuqin standing by felt a great satisfaction in her heart.
Hao Jian and his gang of rabble were truly the parasites of the Pharmaceutical Factory District, often causing trouble for everyone.
Now the roles had reversed, and they became the bullied; the scene was so ironic Shen Yuqin almost burst out laughing.
Ye Chenfeng received the money Pock-Face offered with some dissatisfaction and then turned to the other three: “What about you guys?”
Wasn’t it a thousand?” The four were perplexed.
Ye Chenfeng shook his head: “It’s a thousand per person!
Wasn’t that what you said?
My steel pipe is already thirsting for action.”
In resignation, Hao Jian’s three companions each “respected” Ye Chenfeng with another thousand.
Then, several people stood up from the dust, especially Hao Jian, his face swollen to a pig’s head, his mouth stuffed full of sand, spitting it out mouthful by mouthful.
“Here’s another thousand for you!” Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng said to Hao Jian.
why?” Hao Jian’s face was full of confusion.
“Because I can’t stand your tuft of yellow hair!
In this way, Hao Jian and his gang had become timorous ordinary folks, and Ye Chenfeng the big-time thug.
“Pock-Face, give it to him!” Hao Jian’s teeth grinded with a cracking sound; today, he had completely lost face.
After stuffing the five thousand Silver Dollars into his pocket, Ye Chenfeng finally barked.
Hao Jian and the others supported each other as they left.
Reaching a dark corner, Pock-Face spoke up: “Jian Brother, are we just going to let it go ?
You’ve lost all face in front of your sister-in-law today!”
“Yeah yeah!” The other two chimed in agreement.
“Go get Da Zhuang; we have to take back the scene we lost today!” A fierce glint flashed in Hao Jian’s eyes.
“Brother Ye, you’re so amazing!” Stardust filled Shen Yuqin’s beautiful eyes.
The corner of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth curled with an evil charm, his gaze invasive as he looked at Shen Yuqin: “Oh?
Are you so taken with my handsomeness that you’ve fallen for me and want to confess?
Then hurry up, Yuqin, you look pretty good, so I’ll give you a chance to pursue me!”
“Hmph, Brother Ye, you only know how to bully me!” Shen Yuqin stomped her foot.
Ye Chenfeng laughed wickedly: “Sister Yuqin, would you like me to tell you a joke to make up for it?”
“No way!” Shen Yuqin covered her ears.
Ye Chenfeng laughed and, carrying the gift box, walked towards the Shen Family.
The ancient alley was swept clean, and in its center stood a large pagoda tree.
Muttering softly to himself, Ye Chenfeng quickened his pace and stepped into the courtyard under the pagoda tree.
The courtyard floor was paved with green bricks that were worn smooth, evidently bearing the marks of many years.
A solitary figure was weaving mats in the center of the yard; he was frail as the wind, even limping on one leg.
Hearing the voice, Shen Tianfang’s body trembled slightly as he turned around slowly and looked at Ye Chenfeng with confusion, “Who are you?”
“Are you Yao Lan’s sister’s child?” Shen Tianfang spoke again, his words unable to suppress the excitement.
“It’s me, Uncle Shen!” Ye Chenfeng stepped forward, placing down the gift box and embracing Shen Tianfang.
Shen Tianfang looked at Ye Chenfeng’s face, tears streaking down, “Child, you’ve had a hard time these years!”
But you’ve grown old, Uncle Shen!” Ye Chenfeng felt a pang in his heart.
What’s going on?” Shen Yuqin was completely baffled.
Wasn’t she the one who brought Ye Chenfeng to her home for the first time?
How did he also know her father?
Little snot-nose!” Ye Chenfeng looked at Shen Yuqin fondly.
In his mind’s eye, however, there was an additional scene: a stubborn little boy followed by a girl with twin ponytails, facing off against seven or eight boys…
Shen Yuqin’s face changed dramatically, “What?
“Yuqin, this gentleman is Ye Sijun, your Aunt Yao Lan’s son.
You played together as kids, don’t you remember?” Shen Tianfang said.
Hearing this, Shen Yuqin looked surprised with her mouth slightly open.
After observing for a moment, the contours of Ye Chenfeng’s face gradually overlapped with a figure in her mind, and she exclaimed in surprise, “You are Brother Sijun?”
A bitter smile graced Ye Chenfeng’s lips, “Sister Yuqin, I recognized you a long time ago.
Oh, how heartbroken I am!
You even said you wanted to marry me when you were little!”
“It really is Brother Sijun!”
Shen Yuqin’s cheeks flushed with a rosy blush, and she opened her arms to hug Ye Chenfeng.
When Ye Chenfeng was a child, running away with Yao Lan to Jiangnan, he did not use his real name.
Out of remembrance for Ye Chenfeng’s father, Ye Chenfu, Yao Lan named him Ye Sijun.
“Uncle Shen, Yuqin, my name is Ye Chenfeng, you can just call me Chenfeng from now on!” Ye Chenfeng said.
Shen Tianfang was startled for a moment, a hint of a smile flickering in his eyes.
“Brother Ye, where have you been all these years?
We’ve been so worried about you!” Shen Yuqin hugged Ye Chenfeng, her eyes glistening with tears.
Shen Yuqin was quite tall, over one meter seventy, and wearing high heels made her seem even taller, almost catching up to Ye Chenfeng.
It was fortunate that Ye Chenfeng had inherited the genes of Ye Chenfu, standing at one meter eighty tall; otherwise, Shen Yuqin might really have overtaken him.
“Sister Yuqin misses me so much; do you want to be my wife?” Ye Chenfeng teased the girl in his arms.
Even though he had teased her often at the company before, it felt different now; there was a distinct tenderness amidst the teasing.
Honestly speaking, Shen Yuqin was beautiful!
Her tall figure stood out among the girls, a pale blue dress hugging her shape, showing off a full, curvaceous figure!
Her lines were soft and elongated, especially her long legs, bare without stockings, fully exposed to the air.
They gleamed dazzlingly under the sunlight.
Her waist was slender, her bust fully developed to perfection, her soft, sensuous neckline clearly delineated by her prominent collarbones.
Shen Yuqin’s figure could easily qualify her for a modeling career!
A modest, inexpensive piece of white gauze clothing draped over her added to her image as the girl-next-door.
Yet, it gave Shen Yuqin the appearance of striding down the runways of Fashion Week in Paris, France.
Her sleek, well-groomed hair flowed down, revealing a delicate face.
Without any makeup, the subtle blush on her cheeks enhanced the tender effect of her petal-like skin.
Perfect features, especially her clear, water-like eyes, framed her as ethereal as a sprite in the night.