Chapter 25

This area is rich people’s area. There are a lot of fashionable villas, with European style, British style and Gothic compound style Located on the hillside, looking back, luxurious and spectacular.

The silver Rolls Royce stops in front of a European style villa. Yechen opens the door and enters the villa gracefully. It’s colder than usual, and it’s not as aggressive as the shopping mall. It’s a lot more endurable.

“Third young master, you are back. The master is waiting for you!” The old housekeeper respectfully invited yechen in.

The villa is decorated in a very luxurious way. It is written by a famous teacher. The luxury is similar to luxury. The golden vision almost dazzles yechen’s eyes.

Yechen’s eyes flashed an invisible irony.

The villa gave him the feeling of being cold, cold to the bone.

Ye Zhenxiong sat majestically in the main position with white temples and crutches. The old man, who has been in the market all his life, is very majestic. Although his eyes are muddy, they have sharp eyes.

Ruan Cuiyu, his third wife, was less than 30 years old. She sat aside with a sneer. Her 8-year-old son, ye Yutong, sat quietly with a timid expression, which was very lovable.

His second brother Ye Yutang was also present. His correct face could not cover his greed in his eyes.

“Dad, I’m back!” Yechen gave a faint cry, but his mood didn’t fluctuate. It’s the old man’s rule to come back once a week for dinner.

“Our busy people are back at last. It’s a big show. Let’s all wait for you.” Ruan Cuiyu said coldly.

“They are the president of MBS. Of course, they have a lot of airs. Hum!” Ye Yutang said sourly.

Yechen’s face was expressionless. “Dad, there’s a lot going on in the company recently. I’m sorry.”

Although it is said so, the tone is not sorry, and the face is cold.

“Dinner!” Ye’s sharp eyes swept over the people and spewed out two words. Everyone was silent.

Yechen’s heart sneered.

Ye Yutong timidly called out his third brother. Ye Chen looked at him and nodded. Ye Yutong showed a smile. Ruan Cuiyu pulled his son’s clothes, and he lowered his head timidly.

“Yechen, Yutang is going to open a jewelry store. You can draw a sum of money for him and help him to dredge his contacts.” Mr. Ye’s commanding tone was pure command.

“Yes, Dad!”

Every time I step here, it’s like an ice cellar. It’s stifling cold. In Ye’s eyes, he is just a tool. This man, who has been in charge all his life, is used to controlling everything.

The real master of Ye family is Ye Laozi, and the real heir is Ye Yutang. Ye Laozi’s favorite son is Ye Yutong. As for him

It’s just the seeds that he accidentally let out.

A bastard who can’t see light.

A murderer who killed his favorite son by mistake.

Yechen sneers in his heart. One day, he will let yelaozi have a look.

How can men fight back against cold violence!