Chapter 4: Adopted Sister

Sister?

Chen Yuyi couldn't help but be a little stunned. But upon closer comparison, he realized that the young man did indeed share some resemblance to Sister Yan. He simply hadn't thought along those lines before and therefore hadn't noticed.

“Hmph!” The young man let out a cold snort through his nose. “As a child of the Wang family, is this how you should flaunt yourself in public?”

“So what if I'm a child of the Wang family? Can't a child of the Wang family live the life she wants?” Sister Yan smiled softly, sat down, took out a slender cigarette, and deliberately blew smoke rings in her fourth brother's direction as she spoke.

Wang Ziqian's strong brows nearly knotted together. “If it weren't for Grandfather being seriously ill, I wouldn't have bothered to come looking for you!”

At this moment, Huang Jie tugged at Chen Yuyi, wanting to send him elsewhere so he could shine in front of Sister Yan himself.

“Huang Jie, this has nothing to do with you. Xiaoyu, come over here and massage my shoulders. I’m getting old—after just one dance, I feel like I’m falling apart!”

Huang Jie's little scheme was quashed before it could succeed. Even more galling, Sister Yan actually asked Chen Yuyi to massage her shoulders. Huang Jie could have swallowed Chen Yuyi alive with resentment, and after shooting him a venomous glare, he slunk away, defeated.

“Insolence!” Wang Ziqian bellowed at Chen Yuyi, who was about to step forward.

Chen Yuyi halted in his tracks.

But Wang Xinyan took Chen Yuyi’s hand and placed it on her shoulder. “Xiaoyu, ignore him. You are my good little brother.”

Chen Yuyi shot Wang Ziqian a cold look. After all, this wasn’t the first time he’d massaged Sister Yan’s shoulders; his hand was already there, so why stop now? He started kneading gently.

Wang Ziqian wanted to object but found himself powerless. As for his subordinates, they’d all already bowed their heads, not daring to look around.

It had to be said: ever since Chen Yuyi reached the boundary of strength and gentleness, his control was impeccable. His hands worked Wang Xinyan’s shoulders until she melted, unable to suppress a soft moan.

Wang Ziqian was utterly furious, flinging his sleeves. “Wang Xinyan, with behavior as disgraceful as this, the Wang family will be closed to you from now on! As your brother, I have done my utmost!”

He shot Chen Yuyi a glare. “I’ll remember you!”

After Wang Ziqian and his crew left, a hint of melancholy appeared in Wang Xinyan’s eyes. “Since the Wang family no longer sees me as one of their own, why should I return? But... is Grandfather really seriously ill?”

“If you’re so worried about your grandfather, why not go back and visit him? I’m sure he cherishes you deeply. Otherwise, your brother wouldn’t have come all this way to find you himself.”

Since Chen Yuyi had stumbled across Wang Xinyan’s secret, she treated him as someone even closer than a confidante. Whenever something weighed on her heart, she couldn’t help but tell him.

“Well, one real brother gone, but I still have a thoughtful honorary brother. I haven’t heard such caring words in a long time. If I weren’t so uninterested in men, I wouldn’t want to treat you only as a brother!” Wang Xinyan chuckled.

Then she teased, “If any woman ever marries you, she’ll be the luckiest person alive!”

Hearing this, Chen Yuyi paused. He hadn’t told anyone about his marriage to Shen Zhujun, not even his own parents, since he didn’t see it as a glorious affair—best kept secret if possible.

At Sister Yan’s teasing, the image of that serene, delicate, and otherworldly face flashed before his eyes, and he sighed quietly.

“What’s this? Missing a woman? How about I introduce you to a beauty someday? I guarantee you’ll be so weak-kneed you’ll have to lean on walls just to walk!”

“All right, Sister Yan, stop teasing me. I’m really not in the mood right now.”

Chen Yuyi spoke the truth. All he wanted was to focus on his cultivation, striving to reach the realm the Flood Dragon King had spoken of—the Divine Power Realm! And to uncover the real mastermind behind the attempt on his life.

Suddenly, the bar’s raucous music stopped dead.

Many people began flooding out, as if frightened by something.

“Sister Yan, something’s wrong! Someone brought a whole gang in to cause trouble and scared all the guests away!” Huang Jie came running over, flustered and out of breath.

“Who has the guts to cause trouble in my place?” Wang Xinyan’s elegant brows rose fiercely.

No one had ever dared stir up trouble in her bar since it opened. Chen Yuyi hadn’t understood why before, but after Wang Ziqian’s visit today, he realized—she was from the Wang family in Shangdu, a family with considerable influence.

Chen Yuyi didn’t know exactly what sort of family the Wang family of Shangdu was, but just from Wang Ziqian and his followers, it was clear the family was anything but ordinary.

“Damn it, who kicked me just now? Get out here now!” The young man who’d earlier tried to book Sister Yan had returned with a group, seeking revenge.

By now, most of the guests had fled. The young man and his crew boxed in Wang Xinyan.

“You filthy tramp, you don’t know what’s good for you. Tonight, not only do you have to hand over the punk who kicked me, but you’ll also be spending the night with me. Serve me well, and maybe I’ll let this go. Otherwise... heh heh!”

Wang Xinyan showed not a trace of fear. Calmly, she said, “Since you’ve already learned a lesson today, I’ll let it go. Take your people and never show your faces in my bar again.”

The young man burst out laughing. “Do you even know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that? You must be tired of living!”

Chen Yuyi stepped in front of Wang Xinyan. “Didn’t you hear what Sister Yan just said? She told you to get lost—now go, while you can!”

Wang Xinyan’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly at Chen Yuyi’s gesture, but she didn’t stop him.

“So it’s Young Master Zhang!” Huang Jie exclaimed suddenly. “I remember now—he’s the son of Zhang Kangcheng, the real estate tycoon. Their family is worth over ten billion!”

Zhang Feilong grinned smugly at Huang Jie’s outburst, then glared coldly at Chen Yuyi. “And who the hell are you? You’ve got a lot of nerve talking tough in front of me. I’ll give you a chance—get on your knees and call me ‘Grandfather’ three times, and I’ll only cripple one of your legs. Otherwise, I’ll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!”

“Young Master Zhang!” Huang Jie spoke up again. “I saw him talking to the guy who kicked you and even got a tip from him—he must know who that guy is. And really, this has nothing to do with Sister Yan. She wants to help you find that guy and give you an explanation.”

“Huang Jie, what nonsense are you spouting?” Wang Xinyan rebuked him.

Huang Jie had his own motives. First, he hoped to use Zhang Feilong to “teach Chen Yuyi a lesson”—if not kill him, at least make him suffer. Second, he could shift the blame and rescue Wang Xinyan, earning her gratitude. Most importantly, he could cozy up to Zhang Feilong and maybe gain something from it.

He was plotting away, not realizing Chen Yuyi didn’t care in the slightest.

“You can stay here and lose a leg, and call me ‘Grandfather’ three times. Then I’ll let you go,” Chen Yuyi said coldly to Zhang Feilong, ignoring Huang Jie completely.

Zhang Feilong was so angry he laughed. “Very good. Today is my lucky day. Not only did someone kick me for no reason, but now another punk dares talk to me like this.”

He pointed at Huang Jie. “You, come here. From now on, you’re with me. I’ll show you what happens to anyone who crosses me!”

Huang Jie hurried over, looking at Chen Yuyi with barely concealed glee.

“Huang Jie, you don’t need to work at the bar anymore,” Wang Xinyan said angrily. Then she stepped forward and said to Zhang Feilong, “He’s my honorary brother. If you have a problem, come at me. If you dare lay a finger on us tonight, I will take your life!”

“Oh, so you’re honorary siblings? But who’s the ‘honorary’ one, the brother or the sister?” Zhang Feilong cackled wickedly, his men joining in.

“Courting death!” Chen Yuyi’s eyes turned icy as he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

“Xiaoyu!” Wang Xinyan barely caught a blur before her eyes. She wanted to stop him, but it was already too late...