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Chapter 454: Chapter 454: Whose Daughter, Whose Responsibility

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Chapter 454: Whose Daughter, Whose Responsibility

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Mr. Ye, you must stand up for me!”

“Stand up for you?” Ye Nanshen’s brows slightly furrowed, his lips tightly pressed together. With one hand tucked into his pocket, he cast a brief glance at Rong Qi, who withdrew his foot nonchalantly as if he owned the place.

Rong Feiyu nodded her head pitifully, her eyes welling with unshed tears.

“What’s the matter? Are you my daughter? Do you need me to defend you?” A ghost of a sarcastic smile touched Ye Nanshen’s lips.

Rong Feiyu’s face flushed a brighter shade of red, and her eyes began to mist over. Even Mrs. Rong Sr. and Wang Qing hadn’t expected Ye Nanshen to make such a cutting remark.

Ye Nanshen looked away, gesturing to Zhuang Ling. “Escort Miss Rong out. Whose daughter she is, is their problem. She’s not welcome here anymore; she had upset little Qi.”

Ye Nanshen had originally come home to surprise Rong Qi and had not anticipated running into these annoying faces. If he weren’t in such a good mood, he’d have had them thrown out already.

‘Just like that? No scolding, no confrontation?’ Mrs. Rong Sr. stared open-mouthed, bewildered by Ye Nanshen’s unexpected attitude toward Rong Qi.

“Injustice! It’s Rong Qi who has been bullying others, Mr. Ye. Aren’t you going to do anything about it?” Mrs. Rong Sr. couldn’t resist voicing her disapproval.

Ye Nanshen looked sharply at her, his eyes narrowing. “As I recall, I’ve already done you a favor once. Would you prefer to leave on your own, or shall I have someone assist you?”

Chilled by Ye Nanshen’s icy demeanor, Mrs. Rong Sr. lost all her previous bluster. She explained, “I was only trying to mend fences with Rong Qi…”

Before Mrs. Rong Sr. could finish, Ye Nanshen cut her off, his impatience apparent. “Xu Yi, throw them out.”

Xu Yi had long been disgusted with the trio, wasting no time in dragging them out of the premises. Before leaving, he stuffed a cloth in their mouths to silence any potential outcry.

As she watched Wang Qing and Rong Feiyu being unceremoniously evicted like discarded poultry, Mrs. Rong Sr. felt a deep sense of foreboding and stood up in alarm.

Ye Nanshen’s gaze remained icy, unyielding.

“I’ll leave. I’ll leave by myself,” said Mrs. Rong Sr., scurrying away.

However, just as they crossed paths, Ye Nanshen suddenly spoke, his voice dripping with frost, nearly stopping Mrs. Rong Sr.’s heart. But what he said next truly pushed her to the edge.

“One more thing I forgot to mention. Hospital bills for your son and grandson aren’t free. If you don’t want your granddaughter to end up the same way, best not to go looking for trouble. Understand?”

Mrs. Rong Sr. hurriedly nodded, but then felt something was wrong. “Grandson? What grandson?”

“It’s Wang Song. You mean to tell me you don’t even know your own grandson?” Ye Nanshen asked.

He merely offered a cold laugh before waving someone to escort the utterly befuddled Mrs. Rong Sr. out.

There was no need to explain further to her. A word to the wise is enough.

Rong Qi chuckled and gave Ye Nanshen a thumbs-up. “Mr. Ye, you really are something else. So snarky.”

Ye Nanshen offered a rare smile, moving toward Rong Qi and pulling her sleeves. He said, “Come, let’s go see the gift I got for you.”

Rong Qi was speechless. She thought to herself, ‘Could he please let go first? I felt like a sack of rice being carried away.’

Meanwhile, having been unceremoniously tossed out of Clearcreek Mansion, Wang Qing and Rong Feiyu sustained yet another blow to their already fragile egos.

Xu Yi was a rough man who showed no mercy to anyone except for the young ladies who asked him to read their palms. He left the scene with a swagger, uncaring of the women he’d left in his wake.

“Feiyu, are you alright?” Wang Qing struggled to her feet and crawled over to Rong Feiyu.

Unable to stand anymore, Rong Feiyu’s face was a mask of loathing. Her fingers clenched around the stones on the ground, resentment burning in her heart..





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