Haicheng, Ginza International Hotel.
The 80th birthday celebration of the Ye Family patriarch was full of guests and bustling with excitement.
As the premier business dynasty, the Ye Corporation always stood at the apex of the business empire, capable of making the global economy tremble with a mere stomp of its foot.
Notables and wealthy merchants presented their gifts.
"A pair of Thousand-Year Glazed Cups—"
"An ancient famous painting—"
"A top-notch jade ornament—"
"One of Old Master Ye's own grandsons!"
"Ah—"
The scene erupted into a hubbub.
Everyone turned to look as a woman in a black dress, holding a child of a little over one year old, slowly walked forward.
Her long hair reached her waist and she was dressed simply, yet she possessed an indescribable quality. Her face, clear of makeup, was captivating and ethereal, drawing the gaze of those around her.
However, what shocked the crowd was not her appearance but the child in her arms and the words she had just spoken.
His own grandchild?
Who?
The woman put the child down, and the little baby trotted onto the stage with his short little legs, wobbling as he went. He held up an envelope, calling out in his baby voice, "Grandpa, Grandpa!"
Old Master Ye looked down carefully and froze completely.
This child was exquisite and handsome, adorable and well-behaved. That little face was clearly the spitting image of the Ye Family.
"This child resembles the old master so much!"
Someone commented.
All eyes turned to the child's face, and the room immediately buzzed with speculation—
"He really looks like them, he's definitely a Ye!"
"Yes, the Ye family genes are strong, they all look so alike."
"Whose child is this?"
"Grandpa, Grandpa, happy birthday to you!"
The little one handed the envelope to Old Master Ye.
Old Master Ye opened the envelope and his expression changed dramatically. Inside was the child's birth certificate, indicating a blood type that was rare in the Ye family, HR negative.
What does this mean?
"Xiaofeng!"
"Mommy, Mommy!" The little one ran back and hugged the woman's legs, saying in his baby voice, "Mommy, I've sent Grandpa my blessings!"
"Good boy, Xiaofeng." The woman stroked the child's naturally curly hair.
"Who are you? What is your purpose here?"
Old Master Ye looked at her, puzzled.
"Good day, Old Master. My name is Nan Zhifeng." Nan Zhifeng looked at Old Master Ye and replied with a smile, "We have come to find the child's father."
"Who is your child's father?" Old Master Ye inquired.
"A member of the Ye family."
Nan Zhifeng shifted her gaze toward the Ye family's three young masters sitting in the place of honor.
Instantly, the whole venue was once again abuzz with lively discussion.
Nan Zhifeng's words were clear; her child was of Ye lineage.
So, who exactly was the child's father?
All eyes were on the three grandsons of Old Master Ye.
Each one was accomplished and distinguished.
This was their first public appearance.
The eldest, Ye Mingyao, had just married into the Meng Family two years prior;
The second, Ye Mingsheng, had been half-paralyzed from an accident in his youth, leading a reclusive life;
The youngest, Ye Mingcheng, was notorious for his prodigal ways and had racked up many scandals...
Everyone suspected that the child belonged to the third brother.
Even Old Master Ye was staring at him.
"Why are you all looking at me?" Ye Mingcheng hastily explained, "I indeed have slept with... dated a lot of girlfriends, but definitely not the one in front of us, and when it comes to leaving a progeny, I am always very cautious."
He sized up Nan Zhifeng, thinking to himself that such a beautiful woman would have left some impression if he had slept with her.
But he really couldn't remember ever meeting her.
Could it be that he made a mistake one drunken night and just didn't remember?
With these thoughts, a hint of panic couldn't help but surface on his handsome face.
"I don't know this lady."
Ye Mingyao firmly answered.
As for the second brother, Ye Mingsheng, he sipped his tea indifferently, without any intention of explaining.
"Whose child is it?" Old Master Ye directly asked Nan Zhifeng.
"I don't know either." Nan Zhifeng answered frankly.
Upon her response, the room erupted into another bout of noise, and the guests began to buzz with discussion—
"What, what does this mean? Could it be that she has been involved with several young masters at the same time?"
"Absurd, absurd! The Ye Family has always been disciplined, how could this—"
"Old Master Ye is so angry his face has turned green, stop talking!"
"Nonsense!!!" Old Master Ye no longer had the patience to play games with her, "It seems you're just here to cause trouble."
"Bring her in, throw her out."
"Yes!"
"I really don't know." Nan Zhifeng said, aggrieved, "That night was dark and blurry, I didn't clearly see his face, only knew that his build and general outline resembled these three young masters, besides, the child's father was wearing this..."
As she spoke, she pulled out a Black Gold Cross Necklace from the child's collar!
Old Master Ye's face changed dramatically.
Such a necklace could only belong to the offspring of the Ye Family.
The atmosphere at the scene became even more charged.
It seemed this woman wasn't just making things up; the necklace around the child's neck was indeed a symbol of the Ye Family!
This was an undeniable fact.
The suspense rose wave after wave.
Everyone was very curious about the identity of the child's father.
In the seats of honor, the three young masters of the Ye Family simultaneously produced identical Black Gold Cross Necklaces from their collars.
The whole room gasped in astonishment.
If the young masters all had their necklaces, then whose was the one in her hand?
At this, Nan Zhifeng herself was stunned.
"If this child indeed is of our Ye Family, I will certainly give you an explanation." Old Master Ye said to Nan Zhifeng in front of everyone, "However, if you are lying, you will pay the price!"
"I am not lying." Nan Zhifeng insisted.
"Abu." Old Master Ye immediately commanded, "Arrange for the young masters and this Miss Nan's child to have a paternity test!"
"Yes."
The butler asked Nan Zhifeng to take the child and follow them to the hospital.
Right then, a commanding voice suddenly rang out: "There's no need to test."
The place instantly fell silent.
Nan Zhifeng turned around and her heart gave a tremor.
A tall and erect figure was walking in from outside, with a mesmerizingly handsome face that seemed to step out of myth, bearing an aura of ruling the world in his eyes, which was enough to send chills down one's spine!
This latecomer was Ye Zhantian.
Old Master Ye's youngest and most unexpected child.
The uncle of the three young masters.
The current man in charge of Ye Group.
The legendary heartless King Yama, the only one who could stand against Old Master Ye!