Chapter 8

The news of Old Master Ye being discharged from the hospital without any illness spread like wildfire. Those who were waiting to see the Ye family's downfall felt as if they had a fish bone stuck in their throats, uncomfortable and frustrated. As long as Old Master Ye was alive, the Ye family would not fall.

Upon learning that Old Master Ye's health was not in serious condition, the Song family had no choice but to swallow their frustration. The idea of making Ye Chenlong kneel at the Song family's doorstep to apologize and beg for forgiveness was now nothing more than a pipe dream.

It was well known that when Old Master Ye was young, he had the nickname "Ye Lion" due to his fiery temper. The Song family had to carefully consider the consequences if they truly provoked Old Master Ye. He might very well take up arms and settle scores with the Song family, turning a small matter into a massive issue. This was not the outcome the Song family desired.

Old Master Ye suggested that Ye Chenlong rest at home for two days before heading to Tianhai. Ye Chenlong followed his advice and used this time to buy some necessary items in the capital city. He looked up the largest medical equipment store in the capital online and drove there in a Mercedes-Benz coupe. This blue Mercedes-Benz coupe was a gift from his mother on his birthday years ago.

His mother's love for him was meticulous and attentive. However, as he now flipped through his memories, all that remained was endless sorrow. He silently vowed to find the murderer and tear them apart.

Starting the engine, he slammed down on the gas pedal, and the Mercedes-Benz coupe shot out of the Ye family villa like an arrow from a bow.

About half an hour later, Ye Chenlong arrived at his destination. He got out of the car with a cool and composed demeanor, closed the car door stylishly, and the sunlight slanted down at a 45-degree angle, highlighting his handsome and charming face. The girls passing by on the street were all smitten, and Ye Chenlong's current image was that of a wealthy and handsome man.

Without hesitation, he walked directly into the medical equipment store. His mood was not particularly bright, as his parents' death was a deep-seated pain. His only thought now was to quickly enhance his strength and find the murderer to avenge his parents.

The salesperson was a bright and attractive woman in her early twenties. Seeing Ye Chenlong enter the store, she smiled warmly and approached him, asking sweetly, "Sir, may I ask what I can do for you?"

"Do you have silver needles for acupuncture?" Ye Chenlong asked straightforwardly.

In his previous life, Ye Chenlong was an absolute expert in the medical field, saving countless lives with eighteen silver needles. Of course, silver needles could also be used as deadly weapons.

Thus, in his previous life, he was given the nickname "Eighteen Life and Death Hands," meaning that with his eighteen silver needles, he could make you live or die.

The salesperson looked at the handsome man in front of her with a puzzled expression, perhaps not expecting him to be there to buy silver needles. However, she quickly recovered her warm smile and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. I'll get them for you."

In no time, several sets of silver needles with different prices were displayed on the counter. Ye Chenlong's eyes immediately focused on the most expensive set, which contained a complete range of long and short silver needles. However, the quality of these needles was far inferior to the ones he used in his previous life, which were made with high-tech materials and were superior in every aspect.

"I'll take this set," Ye Chenlong said, handing his bank card to the salesperson. Although he was not entirely satisfied with this set, it would suffice for now. He could forge his own set of silver needles in the future when he had the time.

After paying, Ye Chenlong put away the acupuncture set and prepared to leave.

"Xueling, isn't that your fiancé, Ye Chenlong?" A woman standing not far behind Ye Chenlong said to the woman beside her.

"Tingting, who said he's my fiancé? It's all arranged by the family. I haven't acknowledged it," the woman called Xueling said with a cold snort.

Beside these two women stood a man in his late twenties, well-dressed in a suit, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking very refined. However, his gaze often fell on Xueling with a deep longing.

Ye Chenlong's soul power had reached the second level, giving him better hearing than the average person. Hearing someone mention his name, he involuntarily turned to look in the direction of the voice, muttering, "Why is it her?"

The "her" in Ye Chenlong's mouth was, of course, his fiancée, Xueling. She had a well-proportioned figure and a cold, aloof demeanor, like a celestial being detached from the mundane world. No wonder she was known as the capital's top beauty.

The other woman, who was less attractive, was named Zhou Ting, a good friend of Xueling. The Zhou family was considered a third-rate family in the capital. The man fawning over Xueling was named Zhou Juean, Zhou Ting's cousin.

Zhou Ting was intentionally trying to bring Xueling and her cousin Zhou Juean together. Although Xueling and Ye Chenlong had a betrothal, they were not yet married. If Zhou Juean and Xueling could consummate their relationship, the Ye family might even propose to break the engagement, even if the Bai family did not.

If the Zhou family could hitch a ride with the Bai family, their power would surely increase significantly. Although this approach might offend the Ye family, as the saying goes, "Great wealth comes with great risk." Xueling was the most beloved granddaughter of Old Master Bai. If they could win her over, the Bai family would surely stand up for the Zhou family.

"Xueling, I really don't think it's worth it for you. Ye Chenlong is a fool with a panic disorder. What does he have that matches you?" Zhou Ting said, her lips curling in displeasure.

"Right! Xueling, Ye Chenlong is just a pile of dog shit. I, Zhou Juean, may not be much, but I'm still a thousand times better than Ye Chenlong," Zhou Juean said, adjusting his glasses.

Xueling's brows furrowed. She disliked Zhou Juean and would have left long ago if not for her friend Zhou Ting.

A strange fire ignited in Ye Chenlong's heart. Seeing Zhou Juean fawning over Xueling, he felt as if he had been cuckolded. Although he had no feelings for Xueling, they were still nominally engaged. How could Xueling act like this?

What was even more infuriating was that Zhou Juean compared Ye Chenlong to a pile of dog shit, which instantly plunged his already poor mood into a deeper abyss. However, he maintained a calm and composed smile on his face.

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