137: Chapter 137 Zhang Mingde: Let's see who dares to touch me

Inside the hospital room, after the door closed, the old man leaned against the headboard and let out a long sigh.

Ye Hongqiang walked over, pulled the quilt up, and covered the old man's legs.

"Dad, you just woke up. Don't sit for too long; lie down and rest."

The old man waved his hand.

"I won't lie down. I've lain down enough."

Ye Hongyuan sat down beside him, looking at his father's face.

"Dad, how are you feeling now? Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"

The old man moved his arms and then his neck.

"I feel very comfortable. Even more comfortable than before I got sick."

Ye Hongqiang was stunned for a moment.

"Dad, are you telling the truth?"

The old man looked at him.

"Why would I lie to you? My body feels stronger now than it did three years ago."

Ye Hongyuan and Ye Hongqiang exchanged a look, their eyes filled with shock.

The old man leaned against the headboard, looked at the ceiling, and remained silent for a while.

"Before I fell into a coma, I thought I wouldn't wake up this time."

His voice was very calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"I dreamt of your mother. She was waiting for me on the other side, saying she missed me."

Ye Hongqiang's eyes turned red.

Ye Hongyuan lowered his head and clenched his fists.

The old man continued.

"I originally wanted to go with her, but I couldn't bear to leave you all."

He turned his head and looked at his two sons.

"I didn't expect that I would wake up again."

A flash of sharpness flickered in his eyes.

"And my body is much better than before. I feel like I can live for another seven or eight years."

Ye Hongqiang looked up at his father.

"Dad, are you sure?"

The old man nodded.

"I'm sure. I know my own body. This is all thanks to Wang Yang. I don't know what method he used, but I know he saved me."

Ye Hongyuan took a deep breath and looked at Ye Hongqiang.

"Big brother, this Wang Yang is not simple."

Ye Hongqiang nodded.

"Indeed, he is not simple."

The old man raised his hand and pointed at his two sons.

"You two remember this. In the future, if Wang Yang encounters any trouble, you must support him without hesitation. No matter how much money it costs or how many connections you have to use, do not be vague."

Ye Hongqiang nodded.

"Dad, rest assured. I have remembered it."

Ye Hongyuan also nodded.

"Me too."

The old man looked at them with satisfaction in his eyes.

"Do you know what it means that I can live for another seven or eight years?"

Ye Hongqiang was silent for a moment before speaking.

"It means that the Ye family can remain stable in Yuntian City for another seven or eight years."

The old man nodded.

"Not just Yuntian City. In the entire province, no one will dare to touch the Ye family."

Ye Hongyuan looked up at his father, a glimmer of light appearing in his eyes.

The old man leaned against the headboard, was silent for a moment, and spoke again.

"How old is Ye Xueying this year?"

Ye Hongyuan was stunned for a moment.

"Twenty-three."

The old man nodded.

"She's not young anymore. It's time to find a partner."

Ye Hongyuan looked at his father, beginning to understand.

"Dad, do you mean..."

The old man smiled.

"I think Wang Yang is a good young man. Let Ye Xueying spend more time with him."

Ye Hongyuan hesitated for a moment.

"Dad, they just met..."

The old man waved his hand.

"So what if they just met? Your mother and I decided on each other after one meeting. The key is to judge the person."

Ye Hongqiang laughed from the side.

"Second brother, Dad is right. This young man Wang Yang is truly extraordinary. If Ye Xueying can be with him, it's her good fortune."

Ye Hongyuan thought for a moment and nodded.

"Dad, I will listen to you."

The old man looked at the ceiling with a smile on his lips.

"Whether it works out depends on their fate. If it works out, that's for the best. Wang Yang is not an ordinary person; if Ye Xueying is with him, she won't suffer."

Ye Hongqiang and Ye Hongyuan exchanged a look and nodded respectively.

The hospital room quieted down, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It fell onto the floor and onto the three men, feeling warm.

...

The two walked out of the inpatient building.

The sunset glow spread over the steps, orange-red, like a thin layer of gold powder.

Ye Xueying walked beside Wang Yang, head lowered, her fingers clutching the strap of her bag so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Her pace was neither fast nor slow, keeping right by his side, not too far and not too close.

The air was filled with an indescribable scent.

It wasn't perfume, and it wasn't disinfectant.

It was the subtle, lingering ambiguity that arises when two people walk together.

Wang Yang had his hands in his coat pockets, his steps steady.

He turned his head and glanced at her.

"Ye Xueying, is there any good place to eat nearby? Can you recommend one?"

Ye Xueying looked up, her face turning slightly red.

"I... I went to a restaurant with a friend before that serves local food, and the taste was quite good."

Wang Yang nodded.

"Alright. Let's go there."

Ye Xueying's lips curled up, but she quickly suppressed it.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Brother Li.

In less than two minutes, the black Passat drove out of the parking lot and stopped in front of them.

Brother Li poked his head out from the driver's seat, glanced at Wang Yang, then at Ye Xueying, but didn't speak.

Ye Xueying opened the back door and sat in.

Wang Yang followed her, sat in, and closed the door.

The car slowly drove out of the hospital gate and merged into the evening traffic.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the streetlights along the road lit up one by one.

Ye Xueying leaned against the seat, her fingers tapping gently on her knees, her heart still beating fast.

She stole a glance at Wang Yang; he was looking out the window, the lines of his profile flickering in the light and shadow of the streetlamps.

She quickly averted her gaze and lowered her head.

...

Meanwhile.

Yuntian City Public Security Bureau, detention room.

Zhang Mingde leaned against the iron chair, crossed his legs, and had a cigarette in his mouth.

Ash fell to the ground, but he didn't care.

His face was still swollen, the bandage on the bridge of his nose had been changed to a new one, and the wound at the corner of his mouth had scabbed over.

But his eyes were bright, filled with an unconcealable smugness.

He had just heard the officer at the door say that someone had come to bail him out.

And they had a big background.

Zhang Mingde exhaled a puff of smoke, which dissipated under the dim light.

A smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I told you so. In Yuntian City, who dares to touch me?"

Footsteps echoed in the corridor, the sound of leather shoes clicking on the floor tiles.

Zhang Mingde straightened up and stubbed out his cigarette against the wall, leaving a black mark.

The door opened.

A middle-aged man walked in, in his early fifties, wearing a dark jacket.

His hair was slicked back, and he had a smile on his face.

His eyes were small but sharp, scanning the detention room before landing on Zhang Mingde.

Zhang Mingde stood up, his face full of smiles.

"Uncle Liu! You're here!"

Liu Jianguo, the secretary of Deputy Director Wang Hao, had been following Deputy Director Wang Hao for over a dozen years and had extremely extensive connections in Yuntian City.

When he stepped forward, he was representing not himself, but Deputy Director Wang Hao.

Liu Jianguo nodded without speaking, then turned to look at the officer at the door.

"I want to see your station chief."

The officer was stunned for a moment, then turned and ran off.