Chapter 0024: Lin Siyu

“Why, is your skin itching for trouble again?” Zhang Xiaofan looked at Liu Zifeng with a wicked, charming smile.

At that smile, Liu Zifeng felt an involuntary chill creep into his heart, recalling the miserable state Liu Qiang had been left in after being beaten, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

“Heh, a country bumpkin is always a country bumpkin. All you know is to use your fists. Sure, you can take a swing at me, but I guarantee you’ll be spending some time behind bars for it,” Liu Zifeng said, steeling himself. Why should he be afraid of this guy? They weren’t at the Ye family estate, nor at school—would this kid really dare to hit him here? If he did, the police would make short work of him.

“Oh, really?” Zhang Xiaofan could never stomach threats. Without missing a beat, he strode forward and swung his palm.

Smack.

Liu Zifeng’s eyes went wide—damn, this guy really dared to hit him.

What the hell is wrong with him? Does he have a screw loose? He hits people at the slightest provocation! Can’t anyone reason with him?

The people around them were stunned. This bumpkin actually hit the young master of the Liu family?

What a madman!

“What are you all standing there for? Grab him! Call the police, have him arrested and thrown in jail!” Liu Zifeng, feeling the burning pain on his cheek and the humiliation of it all, shouted in rage. His bodyguards immediately surged forward.

The commotion quickly drew attention.

“What’s going on?” Ye Zhantian approached. “Master Zhang is my honored guest—who dares lay a hand on him?”

Ye Zhantian had quickly sized up the situation; clearly, Master Zhang had taught Liu Zifeng a lesson. But so be it—no matter what, he would support Zhang Xiaofan.

“Heh, Brother Ye, is this how you act as an uncle?” A calm, steady voice sounded. It was none other than Old Master Liu Xiao from the Liu family. He was deeply disappointed—how could his grandson be so hot-headed, especially with his condition as it was? Why go looking for trouble?

“Your nephew was beaten, and you side with an outsider?” Liu Xiao glared at Ye Zhantian.

“He opened his mouth without thinking. He deserved it,” Ye Zhantian replied, his expression unchanged. “If you want to make an issue of it, I’ll see it through to the end.”

At these words, Liu Xiao’s face darkened. Ye Zhantian was making it clear he would protect his own no matter what.

After so many years, it was the first time he’d seen such firm resolve from him.

All for this greenhorn?

“Heh, we’re all old acquaintances here. Let’s cool down, cool down,” another voice interjected. It was Old Master Tan Changlong from the Tan family.

“Both sides were at fault. Let’s just leave it at that and head inside. We’re all figures of some standing—if word got out, people would laugh at us.”

“Hmph!” Liu Xiao snorted, flung his sleeve, and strode inside. Liu Zifeng shot a resentful glance at Zhang Xiaofan before following.

He truly hated him—Zhang Xiaofan had hit him time and again!

As Zhang Xiaofan would say, some people are just born to be beaten—if not him, then who?

“Brother Ye, shall we go in as well?” Tan Changlong smiled at Ye Zhantian, then glanced at Zhang Xiaofan.

Ye Zhantian chuckled and invited Zhang Xiaofan to join them.

Not far away, Tan Changlong’s grandson, Tan Gang, followed. At that moment, Tan Gang was more grateful than ever that he hadn’t tried to stir up trouble with Zhang Xiaofan. Old Master Ye’s status and influence in Jinghai City surpassed both the Liu and Tan families.

Passing through the grand entrance and along a long corridor, they entered a vast hall.

The hall was at least a thousand square meters, resplendent in gold and jade. Enormous chandeliers cast dazzling light, while classical, elegant music drifted through the air.

“Xiaofan, let’s sit over there,” Ye Zhantian said. Here, powerful families like the Ye Group had their own exclusive areas.

Ye Qingcheng, the mischievous girl, once again took his arm, her smile as radiant as a blooming rose.

To the onlookers, it seemed certain that Zhang Xiaofan was the beloved grandson-in-law of the Ye family.

Many people couldn’t help but steal glances at Zhang Xiaofan.

There were plenty of guests at the ball, but few held the power of the Ye family. Many were hoping to forge a connection with them.

Even if Zhang Xiaofan was just a pretty face, not one dared utter a word of complaint.

“Qingcheng!”

A woman’s voice called out just as they took their seats. Ye Qingcheng’s face lit up with joy, and Zhang Xiaofan instinctively looked over.

There stood a woman whose beauty was nothing short of lethal, at least on par with Ye Qingcheng, perhaps even surpassing her due to her style and maturity. Her allure was undeniable.

Her long, glossy hair cascaded down her back, her delicate features enhanced by a touch of understated makeup that added to her elegance rather than diminishing it.

She wore a pale blue silk qipao, the high-cut slit revealing glimpses of long, shapely legs with every step—a vision of grace and seduction.

“Sis, you’re here!” Ye Qingcheng greeted her with a beaming, affectionate smile.

“Brother Fan, let me introduce you. This is my sister, Lin Siyu,” Ye Qingcheng said, though she failed to notice that Zhang Xiaofan was boldly appraising the woman before him.

A masterpiece! An absolute masterpiece!

There was nothing immature or gaudy about her—a woman of her caliber was a fatal temptation for any man.

Lin Siyu showed no displeasure at Zhang Xiaofan’s unabashed gaze, instead smiling and saying, “Little brother, if you look at me like that, aren’t you afraid our Qingcheng will get jealous?”

“Cousin…” Ye Qingcheng’s cheeks flushed red.

“Beautiful sister, don’t misunderstand. Qingcheng and I are just classmates,” Zhang Xiaofan replied. Hearing this, Ye Qingcheng felt an inexplicable pang of disappointment.

“Oh, is that so? Our Qingcheng has never clung so closely to a boy before,” Lin Siyu laughed softly.

“That’s because I’m too handsome. Can’t help it,” Zhang Xiaofan replied.

Ye Qingcheng shot him a glare. If he hadn’t seen her naked, would she ever have stuck to him like this? What a narcissist.

Old Master Ye looked on at them, smiling to himself.

“Little brother, you must be the young genius doctor Qingcheng mentioned?” Lin Siyu asked, curiosity and skepticism mingling in her gaze. Could this young man really be so skilled?

“I wouldn’t call myself a genius doctor—just someone with a bit of medical knowledge,” Zhang Xiaofan replied, then turned to Ye Qingcheng. “Did you tell her?”

Sensing Zhang Xiaofan’s unhappiness, Ye Qingcheng clung to him tighter, pouting, “I didn’t mean to…”

She then shyly pecked him on the cheek. “Don’t be mad, okay?”

Zhang Xiaofan was taken aback. Was he even upset? He thought to himself, Why wasn’t this beauty introduced sooner?

If Ye Qingcheng knew what he was thinking, who knows what her expression would be.

Nevertheless, Zhang Xiaofan straightened up and said, “Since you seem sincere, I’ll forgive you.”

“I’d like to ask the doctor for help. You can name your price,” Lin Siyu said, suddenly turning serious.

“Sis, though you have some menstrual irregularities, a bit of recuperation should fix it. No need to come to me,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

Lin Siyu’s face reddened. She had indeed been having her period these days, and it hadn’t been smooth. How could he just say that in front of everyone? So embarrassing.

“You misunderstand. I want to ask you to treat my grandfather,” Lin Siyu clarified after composing herself. “If you can save him, you’ll be a benefactor to the Lin family.”

“And if I can’t?” Zhang Xiaofan knew his skills were good, but he wasn’t arrogant enough to boast. Even Old Man Qingyun, with his great medical ability, had passed away.

“Even if you can’t, our Lin family will still pay you,” Lin Siyu said.

“I’m not short of money,” Zhang Xiaofan smiled. “I’ll help, but whether the treatment succeeds or not, you have to spend a night with me, Miss Lin. How about that?”

“No way!” Lin Siyu refused instantly.

“Zhang Xiaofan!” Ye Qingcheng was displeased as well. She’d already considered him her boyfriend, and here he was flirting with her own cousin right in front of her?

“Just joking… just joking… couldn’t help blurting it out…” Zhang Xiaofan scratched his nose awkwardly. Why can’t I control my mouth? Even if I want to sleep with her, I shouldn’t say it outright.

“Well, then, as a token of your sincerity, how about a friendly hug?” he suggested, standing up. If he wasn’t going to get paid, and since he was already a billionaire, he might as well seize the opportunity to enjoy the company of such a beautiful woman.

Lin Siyu was embarrassed, her cheeks flushed. What a shameless young man.

Ye Qingcheng pouted in annoyance, twisting her fingers around a lock of hair.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lin Siyu finally stepped forward, arms open shyly. Her qipao was tight and form-fitting, and the movement accentuated her ample curves.

Old Man Qingyun had taught him since childhood: if there’s a beauty, pursue her; if there’s a chance, take it.

Smiling, Zhang Xiaofan wrapped his arms around Lin Siyu’s delicate back, his hands gliding over the high-quality silk of her qipao.

Lin Siyu tried to keep her distance, but as she felt his hands, her face grew even redder.

Zhang Xiaofan pulled her a little closer, feeling the softness of her body pressed tightly against him.

So springy…

“How long are you planning to hold me?” Lin Siyu whispered shyly in his ear.

The little rascal—no man had ever held her like this before.

But thinking of her grandfather’s health, she endured it.

“Beautiful sister, this is just a friendly hug, don’t get the wrong idea,” Zhang Xiaofan said earnestly as he released her from his embrace.

Lin Siyu was speechless. How could someone so shameless speak so righteously, as if she were the one with impure thoughts?

“Old Master Ye, I’ll be back shortly,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

Ye Zhantian nodded and turned to Ye Qingcheng. “Qingcheng, you stay here and don’t follow.”

Ye Qingcheng pouted, wanting to protest, but seeing the stern look on her grandfather’s face, she had no choice but to give in.