Chapter 5

Ye Chenfeng's shock was no less than that of the old man. Outside, the news of Ye Zhenhong's critical condition had been widely spread, but the Ye Zhenhong in front of him, apart from looking a bit pale, was very energetic. What was going on here?

The middle-aged, muscular man Wu Kuiyong looked at Ye Chenfeng with a meaningful gaze. Wasn't it said that Ye Chenfeng had suffered from severe panic disorder after being beaten up three years ago?

After personally experiencing Ye Chenfeng's skills, Wu Kuiyong believed this was utter nonsense. In the darkness, he had not held back at all, yet Ye Chenfeng had handled the situation with ease and did not lose. This alone proved that Ye Chenfeng's skills were far from ordinary. Back in the day, he was an elite in the special forces, and the fact that someone could withstand so many of his moves was a far cry from the person who was beaten up by the rich kids in the capital.

Thinking about this, Wu Kuiyong couldn't help but sigh, "Rumors are not to be trusted." The Ye Chenfeng in front of him was completely different from the one in the rumors. He was very certain that Ye Chenfeng was a true dragon among the rich kids in the capital.

Old Mr. Ye regained his composure and beckoned to Ye Chenfeng, saying, "Chenfeng, come sit by grandpa. Don't you think you should explain something to me?"

Even if Old Mr. Ye racked his brains, he couldn't understand how his grandson, who had a panic disorder, suddenly became so skilled. Moreover, he had issued a strict order prohibiting anyone from visiting, so how did Ye Chenfeng manage to enter the military hospital without anyone knowing? Old Mr. Ye was eager to know the answers to these questions.

Ye Chenfeng sat down by the bed but did not rush to answer the old man's questions. "Grandpa, before I answer your questions, shouldn't you explain what's going on here first?"

A kind smile appeared on Old Mr. Ye's pale face, but it quickly faded. He said, "You little rascal, is this how you talk to your grandpa? Nowadays, many people in the capital want to see our Ye family's downfall. They wish we would disappear from their sight. I wanted to see what these clowns could do, so I went along with the plan."

"Grandpa, then the car accident involving my parents probably wasn't an accident either! I always feel there's something fishy about it." Mentioning his deceased parents, Ye Chenfeng's face was a mix of sorrow and anger.

Old Mr. Ye nodded in approval. "Chenfeng, it seems you've really grown up. I thought you would live the rest of your life in a daze, timid and fearful."

"There are many suspicious points about your parents' car accident, but the culprit left no trace. I still have no clue." Old Mr. Ye clenched his fists. The direct line of the Ye family was already small, and he only had two sons. Now that his eldest son had died in a car accident, how could he not be angry?

"Grandpa, I will tear the culprit to pieces. I will make everyone know that the Ye family cannot be bullied." Ye Chenfeng bit his lip, and if he could regain his peak combat skills from his previous life, probably no one in this world could stop him.

"Chenfeng, you need to calm down. We don't know who the culprit is yet. The Ye family has many enemies in the capital. For now, we can only wait and see what the mastermind does next."

Old Mr. Ye sighed heavily and continued, "Don't change the subject, little rascal. Now that you know everything, shouldn't you explain yourself?"

"Grandpa, it's not a big deal. I just suddenly felt that my panic disorder was completely gone when I woke up from my coma, and my skills have become exceptionally strong. I don't know what's going on either." Ye Chenfeng fabricated a lie.

He couldn't tell the old man that he was from five hundred years in the future, and his soul had traveled back in time to possess Ye Chenfeng's body. If he did, Old Mr. Ye would probably send him to a mental hospital. After all, such things only happen in novels, and it would be impossible for a high-ranking official like Old Mr. Ye to accept it.

Old Mr. Ye looked at Ye Chenfeng with doubt, but after a moment, he couldn't think of any other explanation. Ye Chenfeng's story seemed reasonable. As long as his grandson was developing in a positive direction, what else did he have to worry about?

Ye Chenfeng briefly recounted how he infiltrated the military hospital, and Old Mr. Ye listened with great interest, as if he had never truly known his grandson before.

From Ye Chenfeng's ability to observe the security vulnerabilities in the military hospital and his cautious behavior to avoid being discovered by other major families in the capital, Old Mr. Ye was proud of Ye Chenfeng.

The detailed observational skills and highly meticulous thinking—was this still the same Ye Chenfeng?

"Grandpa, those bastards from the collateral line seem to have joined the Song family. They probably wanted to replace us as the main line of the Ye family." Mentioning the collateral line, Ye Chenfeng was furious. After all, they were all blood-related, and internal conflicts were not a big deal, but how could they act like traitors?

Old Mr. Ye's face showed a faint melancholy, and he sighed. "I knew those people from the collateral line wouldn't be quiet, but we are all surnamed Ye. I don't want our family to split unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Alright, since so many people are waiting to see our downfall, I'll show them who's laughing at whom." Old Mr. Ye's eyes turned sharp, and he ordered, "Kuiyong, arrange my discharge, but I don't want anyone to know. I want to give everyone a 'surprise.'"

Wu Kuiyong immediately left the ward to make the arrangements. The hospital director was a good friend of Old Mr. Ye from his younger days, and this time, the director had helped him stage the illness perfectly.

According to Old Mr. Ye's original plan, he wouldn't have been discharged so soon, but Ye Chenfeng's arrival gave him a pleasant surprise, breaking his original plan. In Ye Chenfeng, Old Mr. Ye saw the hope for the future of the Ye family.

During the time Wu Kuiyong was arranging the discharge, Old Mr. Ye and Ye Chenfeng chatted. Since Ye Chenfeng had suffered from panic disorder three years ago, they hadn't had a proper conversation.

In Old Mr. Ye's heart, he had always hoped that Ye Chenfeng would become capable and take on the heavy responsibilities of the Ye family in the future. However, Ye Chenfeng's performance over the years had greatly disappointed him. Now, the clouds had finally cleared, and the sky was blue again.