The Beautiful CEO’s Super Soldier King
Chapter 1034 [Remember What You Said Today]

Chapter 1034: Chapter 1034 [Remember What You Said Today]

Ye Chenfeng looked surprised and said, "Old bastard, does it really matter to me if I’m a disappointment to you?"

Ji Xiaofeng didn’t seem very angry at being called "old bastard" but responded in a bad tone, "Haha, kid, I don’t know what you did to make my daughter like you. But there’s no way you’re becoming my grandson-in-law!"

"..."

Ye Chenfeng was full of confusion. Ji Qingrong and Ji Xiaofeng, the grandfather and father, were stirring up trouble. One was trying every way to marry Ji Qiushui to him, while the other didn’t want her to marry him at all.

Without speaking, Ye Chenfeng picked up a brush and randomly made a stroke on the Xuan paper, adding a line to the character for "wine," which suddenly brought the whole character to life.

"Old man! Remember, the left side of ’wine’ has three dots! Bang!" Then Ye Chenfeng slammed the brush on the table and left Ji Xiaofeng with an angry back.

"Hmm? What’s wrong with Ye Chenfeng?"

Just as Ye Chenfeng opened the door, it turned out Ji Qiushui was at the entrance. Hearing noises earlier, she feared something might happen, so she came up to the second floor, only to see Ye Chenfeng coming out.

"What? Ye Chenfeng?"

Hearing Ye Chenfeng’s name, Ji Xiaofeng was instantly dumbfounded.

"You... are you Ye Chenfeng?"

Ji Xiaofeng asked, full of disbelief in his eyes.

"It’s me, what’s the matter." Ye Chenfeng turned and said.

"You’re Ye Chenfeng from the Capital Ye Family?" Ji Xiaofeng asked again with uncertainty.

"Sorry, I’m Ye Chenfeng, but not from the Capital Ye Family," Ye Chenfeng replied coldly.

Although Ye Chenfeng answered this way, Ji Xiaofeng was already convinced.

"Didn’t you disappear long ago? How are you in the Capital now?"

Immediately, Ji Xiaofeng’s attitude changed.

If earlier he was assessing Ye Chenfeng as a potential son-in-law, now he treated him as trash.

"Does my business have anything to do with you?" Ye Chenfeng could naturally feel Ji Xiaofeng’s attitude towards him.

Ji Xiaofeng let out a sneering laugh, "Haha, how does it not concern me? Ye boy, you should know you are in my house now."

"So what if it’s your house? It’s not like I came here myself."

"Let me guess why you’re here. Are you trying to renew the engagement, hoping to climb up to our Ji Family?"

Ji Xiaofeng looked at Ye Chenfeng with ridicule, "Are you not convinced? Trash is trash. There’s a saying, ’Three-year-old shows eighty,’ you were trash as a kid, and you still look like trash now! It’s a pity for Ye Chenfu, such an outstanding person. Even I admire him, but it’s a shame he had a son like you. What a misfortune for the family!"

Ye Chenfeng pressed his lips together, a cruel smile emerging at the corners of his mouth. Looking at Ji Xiaofeng, his gaze was like looking at a dead person, as if just one more word from Ji Xiaofeng would lead Ye Chenfeng to kill him.

"Ye Chenfeng, I’m telling you, I don’t care how you found Qiushui. But I’m making it clear to you here, our Ji Family cancelled the engagement over ten years ago, and that decision remains unchanged. Don’t delude yourself. You can never become a son-in-law of our Ji Family." Ji Xiaofeng said excitedly.

Ji Qiushui was completely dumbfounded. Why did her grandfather and father have completely different attitudes towards Ye Chenfeng?

What exactly did her grandfather see in Ye Chenfeng?

Ji Qiushui could not figure this out. To her, Ji Xiaofeng’s attitude towards Ye Chenfeng seemed more normal.

Killer intent!

A chilling, penetrating killer intent that Ji Qiushui could feel unmistakably.

Especially when seeing Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, Ji Qiushui was shocked; it was as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling within them. Her mind instinctively echoed with the sound of a meat grinder in motion.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng with murderous intent, Ji Qiushui knew that if things continued like this, and Ji Xiaofeng kept mocking and humiliating Ye Chenfeng, something was bound to happen.

Immediately, Ji Qiushui said, "Dad, Ye Chenfeng was invited by grandpa."

Ji Xiaofeng, who was ready to verbally attack Ye Chenfeng, was suddenly stunned, and said in great surprise, "Invited by your grandfather?"

Ji Qiushui nodded, "Yes, I was about to take him to see grandpa."

Saying this, Ji Qiushui grabbed Ye Chenfeng’s hand and was about to walk out.

Ye Chenfeng squinted and looked at Ji Xiaofeng, "Remember what you said today!"

"Haha, Ye boy, you’ve got some nerve? Haha, you even dare to threaten me; I’ll remember every word I said today, and let’s see what you can do to me?" Ji Xiaofeng sneered.

"Not much, but one day, you will invite me into the Ji Family." Ye Chenfeng responded.

Ji Xiaofeng laughed loudly as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Hahaha... That really makes me laugh, Ye Chenfeng, I’m telling you, that’s absolutely impossible!"

After Ye Chenfeng and Ji Qiushui left, Ji Xiaofeng began to guess Ji Qingrong’s intention for meeting Ye Chenfeng.

"Right, what does the old man want with this waste?" Ji Xiaofeng furrowed his brows and couldn’t help but say, "The old man is too kind-hearted, must feel guilty about the past seeing this kid and wants to give him some compensation. Yes, that must be it. Just give him some money and send him away!"

...

"Can you let go now?"

After reaching outside, Ye Chenfeng suddenly stopped and said coldly.

"Oh!"

Only then did Ji Qiushui realize she was still holding Ye Chenfeng’s hand, and embarrassed, she let go.

However, Ji Qiushui quickly masked her embarrassment, resuming her cold, machine-like demeanor.

"Let’s go, to see your grandpa."

If not for Ji Qingrong having something to discuss, Ye Chenfeng might have left the Ji Family immediately.

"Okay!"

Although Ji Qingrong lived in the Ji Family’s villa, he was in a secluded courtyard, but the environment was serene and unspeakably comfortable.

"Grandpa is inside, you can go in." Ji Qiushui did not enter with Ye Chenfeng, choosing to wait outside.

This little villa was maintained meticulously by Ji Qingrong.

Treading on a path paved with Qin bricks, Ye Chenfeng arrived inside the room.

Ji Qingrong’s room was mainly simple but exuded an ancient, elegant charm in every corner.

Rosewood sofa, marble coffee table, and a neatly arranged set of thread-bound "Twenty-Four Histories" on the desk, several priceless antiques, and a blooming clivia plant.

Ye Chenfeng was shocked to find an authentic work of Tang Bohu on the wall, worth an astronomical price, truly astonishing.