After hearing Shi Tianlong’s words, everyone thought they were very reasonable. Zhao Xinling was merely a martial artist at the peak of Inner Strength, and her power in front of Ye Feng was as laughable as an ant’s, absolutely incapable of resistance.
If Ye Feng really wanted to do something to Zhao Xinling, she wouldn’t have been able to scream out at all.
How could Zhao Xinling have had the opportunity to keep screaming until everyone was attracted?
Previously, everyone thought Shi Tianlong’s words were somewhat ridiculous. Now, indeed, if one needed evidence, then Ye Feng’s power was the best evidence—Ye Feng was innocent.
At this moment, Zhao Yebao completely gave up, clearly understanding that no one believed Ye Feng would do such a thing to Zhao Xinling.
Zhao Yebao looked towards Zhao Xinling, seemingly signaling something to her.
After seeing Zhao Yebao’s gaze, Zhao Xinling immediately understood his meaning.
"I’m sorry, Ye Feng, I was wrong! I’m sorry, it was all my fault, please release my father, he is your father-in-law after all!" At that moment, Zhao Xinling anxiously looked at Ye Feng, her eyes filled with regret.
Zhao Xinling cried out, "It’s all my fault, everyone indeed misunderstood Ye Feng. Because I never wanted to marry Ye Feng, I came up with such a despicable method to frame him. It was all my mistake, I shouldn’t have done it. I really know I was wrong!"
"Exactly!" Everyone nodded, feeling that with Ye Feng’s power displayed so strongly, how could Zhao Xinling have had the chance to call everyone over?
Zhao Xinling looked at Ye Feng, her eyes brimming with tears, as if tears would flow out at any moment. She pleaded to Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, it’s all my fault, it’s all my wrongdoing, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted , please release my father!"
"Kneel..." Ye Feng said indifferently, his gaze void of any ripples, as if a natural superior was looking down on an ant.
That gaze made Zhao Xinling feel a severe blow to her heart, extremely uncomfortable.
Zhao Xinling trembled all over, glaring at Ye Feng with gritted teeth. She was the cherished girl of Chinatown, adored by thousands—when had she ever suffered such humiliation, let alone knelt down for someone?
But just at that moment, Ye Feng’s grip on Zhao Yebao became even stronger, making him feel as if his neck could be crushed by Ye Feng at any moment. Suffering, Zhao Yebao’s forehead dripped with beads of cold sweat.
Zhao Yebao felt as if he could die at any moment.
"Xinling, kneel down...quick...quick," Zhao Yebao almost used all his strength to shout at Zhao Xinling.
Hearing Zhao Yebao say that, Zhao Xinling couldn’t resist any longer, well aware that if she didn’t kneel, Zhao Yebao would be killed by Ye Feng.
"Fine! I’ll kneel down! Isn’t that enough?" Zhao Xinling’s heart was filled with reluctance, she bit her lip hard, then slowly knelt down.
Inside, Zhao Xinling was erupting like a volcano. If she were Ye Feng’s opponent, she would have killed him already. At that moment, Zhao Xinling had resolved that no matter what, she would kill Ye Feng.
After Zhao Xinling knelt down, she then said to Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, I’m sorry, it was all my fault, I schemed to frame you. This matter has nothing to do with my father, please spare him!"
At that moment, Ye Feng was finally somewhat satisfied and nodded, then released Zhao Yebao.
"Whew!" Following that, Zhao Yebao let out a sigh of relief, his eyes much more relaxed, feeling as if he had just returned from a walk through the Ghost Gate.
At that time, Zhao Xinling worriedly walked over to Zhao Yebao and supported him, asking, "Father, are you alright?"
"Slap!" However, before Zhao Xinling had finished speaking, Zhao Yebao raised his right hand and heavily slapped her across the face.
Zhao Xinling didn’t react in time, stunned by Zhao Yebao’s slap.
The crisp sound of the slap clearly echoed in everyone’s ears.
Zhao Xinling was heavily slapped by Zhao Yebao’s hand, falling to the ground with half her face swollen, looking very pitiful.
Zhao Xinling looked bewilderedly at Zhao Yebao, not understanding why he had hit her.
"Zhao Xinling, you unfilial daughter, I’ve already told you, Ye Feng is your husband. Today, I’ve married you off to him in front of so many people, and the wedding is about to start, yet you still play these little tricks on me. What do you mean by this? I’m telling you, if you dare to do anything to Ye Feng again, don’t blame me for being impolite.
Even if you are my own daughter Zhao Yebao, I will personally kill you!"
Zhao Yebao was furious, looking at Zhao Xinling with righteousness, as if he truly meant it.
Everyone nodded, feeling that Zhao Yebao was doing the right thing, thinking that Zhao Xinling creating such a scene was indeed inappropriate.
Zhao Xinling felt very aggrieved at that moment; she had just knelt for Zhao Yebao to save him, but now, Zhao Yebao had slapped her heavily in front of so many people without a second thought.
He gave her no face at all, leaving Zhao Xinling feeling extremely wronged.
Yet, Ye Feng remained calm, watching Zhao Yebao and Zhao Xinling with no turmoil inside.
Ye Feng knew clearly that Zhao Yebao was insincere, merely putting on a show, not really sincere at all.
Despite Zhao Xinling’s domineering and overbearing nature, in reality, she listened very much to her father, following whatever he said without question, and would never actually do such a thing.
The reason Zhao Yebao was hitting Zhao Xinling now was simply to shift the blame, to prove to everyone that he had nothing to do with this matter. It was all Zhao Xinling’s idea.
And inside, Ye Feng despised Zhao Yebao even more...