Talking about the capital, everyone's first thought are the two behemoth families.
Divided by an invisible line, the Li Family to the north, and the Ye Family to the south.
In terms of power, the Li Family definitely stands alone at the top, but when it comes to financial clout, the Ye Family still gains the upper hand.
Speaking of which, the Ye Family's existence predates that of the Li Family. The Ye Family has been in business for generations, and their connections, as well as their wealth, are second to none.
Especially Master Ye Rong, who spent his life galloping through the business world, has countless admirable tales to his name. Even though he has gradually retired now, in the capital, who wouldn't still regard him with great respect?
However, that generation's commercial overlord seemed to lose all his dignity and dominance in front of Ye Jiuliang.
"Aren, didn't you say the person already showed up at the airport? Why haven't they returned yet?" The elder sipped his tea lightly, the wrinkles on his forehead knitting together in consternation.
The middle-aged man addressed as Aren, the steward of the Ye Family, was dressed in a grey traditional outfit, his crew-cut hair showing his spirited demeanor.
"Master, please don't worry, they should be arriving shortly," Aren spoke soothingly.
"There are so many descendants in the Ye Family, yet none as wild as her, seriously giving me a headache," Ye Rong put down his teacup, his voice suddenly grew heavier.
Even though it's a tone of reprimand, he still couldn't hide a hint of indulgence.
Aren kept silent; at this time, he just needed to be a listener.
Being by the old master's side all year round, he knew very well that deep down, the master was exceptionally fond of Miss Jiuliang.
Elsewhere
Inside a car
Xue Wu sat in the driver's seat, his expression entangled.
He looked up at the rearview mirror; beneath the hat covering her face, the girl showed no sign of waking up.
He had heard that Master Jiu had a terrible temper upon waking. Would he meet with an ugly end if he woke her up?
Glancing at the time on his phone, he steeled his heart and called cautiously, "Master Jiu, we've arrived."
One minute passed...
Two minutes passed...
Three minutes passed...
Just as Xue Wu was about to speak again, the girl finally stirred.
She slowly sat up, removed the hat covering her face, her voice cold and detached, "Tell your boss Qian that there's no need to arrange a driver for me anymore. Send over that silver car of his as payment for the mahjong debt."
"Yes," Xue Wu was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a pecking chicken.
He marveled inwardly at how his boss Qian had lost at mahjong to Master Jiu.
Master Jiu is formidable indeed.
The car didn't stop at the main gate of the Ye residence; Ye Jiuliang still had a few minutes' walk.
The Ye Family's villa was built in the outskirts, expansive in territory, with a winding approach that nearly rivaled a small royal palace.
Clear proof of their vast wealth.
"Who are you?"
The guard at the gate appraised the girl with a suspicious look, his face stern and menacing.
Being stopped at her own residence's gate didn't affect Ye Jiuliang too much.
After all, this place was just a temporary home for her.
With slightly parted red lips, she said simply, "Ye Jiuliang."
The guards lining up at the door looked at each other, the name sounding vaguely familiar, yet they couldn't quite place it.
Still, since she shared their surname, it seemed best to report her arrival.
"Keep an eye on her," the lead guard ordered before stepping aside and taking out his phone to report to the steward.
After a day of running around, Ye Jiuliang was extremely tired.
She leaned against the large pillar at the entrance, her eyebrows and eyes slightly cold, feeling somewhat irritable.
It wasn't the steward who came, but some trouble arrived first.
"Ye Jiuliang?"
A man's voice, uncertain.
And with a hint of disdain.
Under the sunlight, the girl lifted her head, her black crystal-like eyes gleaming coolly. The couple getting out of the car caught sight of that bewitchingly beautiful face, first startled, then disdain flickered in the depths of their eyes.
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It really was that waste, Ye Jiuliang.
She dared to come back.
The man who had just spoken was dressed in an expensive shirt and trousers, with a face that could be considered somewhat handsome, exuding an aura of recklessness typical of the second generation wealthy.
This was Ye Miao—Ye Jiuliang's aunt's son.
He slammed the car door shut and swaggered over to Ye Jiuliang, as if he owned millions.
"The sun must have risen from the west today, Ye Jiuliang, you actually have the face to come back?" His sharp words were filled with mockery.
To the Ye Family, the very existence of Ye Jiuliang was an embarrassment.
At least, that's how he saw it.
"Aren't, don't be so unpleasant. It's rare for Jiuliang to come back. After all, she's still a member of the Ye family," the woman following Ye Miao scolded him, but the look she gave Ye Jiuliang could hardly hide her contempt.
This person was Ye Xin—Ye Jiuliang's eldest uncle's youngest daughter.
Ye Miao snorted, "What do you mean 'rarely comes back'? If she had any shame, she wouldn't come back at all. In Country Y, she's been doing God knows what shameless things..."
His words became increasingly excessive and mean.
"Have you said enough?"
A cold voice, somewhat impatient, interrupted him.
Ye Miao was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, a fierce punch was already flying towards his face.
The speed was ghostly fast.
"Ah—"
An iron-hard fist smashed into his face, and Ye Miao screamed out in pain.
He covered his right cheek, his features twisted in agony, and the blood mixed with two teeth he had spat out splattered on the ground.
Ye Jiuliang coolly shook off her hand and said coldly, "Noisy."
At last, it was quiet.
Much more comfortable now.
"Aren, are you okay?" Ye Xin looked at the blood on the ground, her face pale with shock, her eyes showing a trace more panic when looking at Ye Jiuliang.
With two teeth knocked out and being scolded as noisy, Ye Miao's eyes were bloodshot with rage as he clenched his fists, ready to clash with Ye Jiuliang.
"Young Master Miao, you mustn't."
Upon receiving a call from the guards, Aren rushed out hastily, and from a distance, he saw Ye Jiuliang hit Ye Miao, almost tripping in shock.
Aren was a close confidant of Ye Rong.
The younger generation of the Ye family normally showed him respect, and Ye Miao was no exception. Seeing Aren, he restrained his anger.
"Aren, you saw it with your own eyes just now, Ye Jiuliang hit me; look for yourself."
He pointed to the blood and teeth on the ground as proof.
Aren's gaze flickered, and he turned to look at Ye Jiuliang, inadvertently meeting those indifferent eyes.
He caught his breath, awkwardly shifted his gaze elsewhere.
Deep down, he was shocked, Jiuliang Miss seemed to have become even more unfathomable than she was five years ago.
"Miss Jiuliang, when did you get here? You didn't even say a word; I would have sent someone to pick you up."
"When I arrived, didn't you already know?" Ye Jiuliang countered with a half-smile.
From the moment she arrived at the capital's airport, the old man must have had plenty of people watching her.
Aren's expression stiffened, and he forced a laugh, "Miss Jiuliang, the old master is already waiting for you in the study."
"Aren, she's beaten me up like this, and you're ignoring it?" Seeing Aren disregard his beating, Ye Miao exploded with anger.
Ye Xin chimed in, "Uncle Aren, this matter is really Jiuliang's fault."
Ye Jiuliang's eyes remained indifferent; tired of listening to Ye Miao's endless prattle, she walked past them into the house.
This time, no one dared to stop her anymore.
Watching the girl's retreating figure, the guards wore peculiar expressions.
So this was the only daughter of the second son of the Ye family, Ye Jiuliang; no wonder their ears had pricked up earlier.
Despite looking like a delicate doll, she was unexpectedly fierce and aggressive.
It was truly eye-opening.
They decided it would be best to steer clear of Miss Jiuliang in the future.
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