Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 7 - 7 7 Despicable People of the Lin Family
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“Lin Dongfang, what do you mean by this? You haven’t sent one away, and here comes another. Do you treat your daughter like a mere commodity?” Lin Tong’s voice was sharp with anger, her immediate thought being that this was another suitor brought by Lin Dongfang.
Hearing this, Mei Ruohua and Lin Zifeng both turned to look at Lin Dongfang, wondering what Old Lin was up to. Could this young man, dressed so casually, possibly be a young master from a prominent family? They couldn’t recall any such figure in East Sea City. A sharp glint flashed in Song Shaopeng’s eyes as his narrow, triangular pupils fixed coldly on Ye Xuan. Daring to vie for a wife with Young Master Song meant certain doom for this kid, no matter who he was!
At this moment, Lin Dongfang’s expression turned quite ugly, as he alone knew that he hadn’t arranged for anyone to come. How dare this country bumpkin cause trouble on his territory! “Kid, who are you? How dare you impersonate Lin Dongfang’s son-in-law? Who gave you such audacity?” Lin Dongfang questioned, narrowing his eyes. He had already resolved in his heart to deal with this individual severely, regardless of their identity. Anyone who dared to disrupt his arranged marriage with the Song Family was an enemy in his book.
“Are you my father-in-law?” Ye Xuan looked towards Lin Dongfang with a frown. “Father-in-law, my name is Ye Xuan. I’m not pretending; I am genuinely your son-in-law…”
“Don’t call me that so casually. Who is your father-in-law? Stop trying to get close!” Lin Dongfang’s voice was stern and harsh as he cut Ye Xuan off. Pointing at Song Shaopeng, he said with a smile, “I have only one son-in-law, and that is Song Shaopeng, the son of the Song Family of East Sea City! No one else is worthy of being Lin Dongfang’s son-in-law!”
At this, Song Shaopeng proudly puffed out his chest, a smug look gracing his features as he gazed down at Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan curled his lip. “That coward? I thought he was the imposter. I have a marriage certificate as proof, which clearly demonstrates my engagement to your daughter!” As he spoke, Ye Xuan produced a crinkled parchment from his chest and presented it to Lin Dongfang.
A marriage certificate? Lin Dongfang furrowed his brow, initially not inclined to accept the crumpled sheet of paper. However, upon catching sight of the writing, he let out a cold snort and took it for a closer look. “This… this is indeed my father’s handwriting!” Lin Dongfang’s face darkened. As a son, he could never mistake the calligraphy of his father, Lin Zhennan. This marriage document was indeed penned by the elder master himself. Furthermore, the Lin Family’s seal affixed to it could not possibly be a forgery! Had the elder master arranged a marriage for Lin Tong during his lifetime? After re-examining the marriage certificate for authenticity, Lin Dongfang became almost certain of its genuineness!
A vague recollection surfaced: Lin Zhennan had once mentioned arranging a marriage for Lin Tong, but he hadn't taken it seriously, given the elder master's impending demise and the Lin Family's eventual succession. Lin Dongfang’s gaze shifted. He put down the marriage certificate with a cold laugh. “Young man, you nearly deceived me too. Where did you obtain a copy of my father’s handwriting? You must have gone to considerable lengths to forge this marriage certificate, haven’t you?”
Humph! Even if this marriage agreement were genuine, so what? Now that the elder master had passed away, there was no one to bear witness. He, Lin Dongfang, was now the head of the Lin Family; his word was law! His son-in-law could only be Song Shaopeng. As long as he denied its validity, this marriage certificate was nothing more than a piece of scrap paper, utterly useless! So it turned out to be a fake marriage certificate! Song Shaopeng regarded Ye Xuan with a mocking expression, thinking that this fellow was merely a plaything for his amusement.
Mei Ruohua also let out a sigh of relief, snorting disdainfully. “So that’s how it is! Country bumpkin, this is no place for you. A toad aspiring to eat swan meat, do you truly believe you are worthy?”
Ye Xuan replied indifferently, “This marriage contract was genuine from the very beginning. Why would I bother with a fake? If you don’t believe me, just ask Lin Zhennan himself.”
“My father passed away half a month ago. Where would you have me summon him from?” Lin Dongfang shouted fiercely. “Hmph! Still claiming you’re not here to deceive? If you were unaware of my father’s death, how dare you forge a marriage contract to swindle the Lin Family!”
What? Lin Zhennan is dead? Ye Xuan’s brow furrowed, a sense of frustration washing over him.
What kind of predicament had the elder created, compelling me to come here seeking marriage, only for the individual who arranged the contract to pass away.
“How about that?
I deduced it correctly, did I not?
You are merely a fraud, here at the Lin Family to swindle us of our wealth and entice our women!”
Lin Dongfang’s lips twisted into a disdainful smirk, tearing the marriage agreement in his grasp and flinging it towards Ye Xuan’s face: “Kid, I shall count to three.
Depart this place immediately, or I will have my men shatter your legs, rendering you unable to walk out!”
A frigid glint sparked within Ye Xuan’s eyes as he regarded Lin Dongfang: “You ought to be grateful you are my prospective father-in-law; were it not for that, you would already be a deceased man!
Furthermore, if I, Ye Xuan, were to decide to leave, not a single soul present could prevent my departure.
If you doubt my words, feel free to test me.”
“Kid, who do you imagine yourself to be?
You dare to issue threats against me!” Lin Dongfang’s gaze was clouded with sheer ruthlessness.
“Hmph, there exist numerous individuals in this world against whom you lack the means to contend.
Do not permit fleeting arrogance to precipitate a lifetime of unfulfilled desires!”
Song Shaopeng relished the feeling of supremacy, projecting an aura of haughtiness, particularly when in the presence of the woman he admired, looking down upon others.
Damn it!
I did not provoke you, and yet you intend to stomp on me for a petty display?
Ye Xuan’s lips curved subtly, his gaze shifting to the area between Song Shaopeng’s legs, his eyes filled with mockery and detachment: “You, who have foregone wearing undergarments, possess the audacity to taunt me?”
What?
Song Shaopeng’s countenance shifted dramatically.
He harbored a rather peculiar habit—a strong aversion to wearing underwear!
Lin Tong observed Song Shaopeng with evident disgust, the repulsion and contempt in her eyes intensifying.
She found such a person utterly nauseating.
“Kid, I would strongly advise you to exercise good judgment and make a swift exit.
Lin Tong is Dongyang’s premier beauty; only an individual such as myself, Song Shaopeng, is deemed worthy of her!”
Song Shaopeng’s expression darkened as he rose to tower over Ye Xuan: “And you!
A rustic bumpkin, a rural simpleton who has merely set foot in the city; our social standings are worlds apart!
You are not even remotely comparable to me, let alone capable of competing!!”
His glare grew more intense as he spoke with venom towards Ye Xuan: “To be perfectly candid, I am on the cusp of wedding Little Tong.
I am her destined legitimate husband!
Should you dare to pester my betrothed, I possess a hundred methods to ensure your existence in East Sea City becomes unbearable!”
Arrogant!
Overbearing!
Boastful!
What is the essence of being a Long Aotian?
At this precise moment, Song Shaopeng proudly proclaimed, I am the damned Long Aotian!
Slap!
Ye Xuan ignited a cigarette, drew a deep inhalation, then mockingly patted his chest with feigned trepidation, “Oh my goodness, encountered an utter fool outdoors; I must quickly smoke one to regain my composure!”
Pfft!
Ye Xuan’s retort nearly provoked Lin Tong into uncontrollable laughter.
The edges of the mouths of those nearby twitched subtly, as if they were struggling to suppress their amusement.
Lin Tong’s lips curved upwards, forming a captivating smile.
Song Shaopeng’s pronouncements had exuded an imposing presence, but that had now been utterly dismantled, leaving his countenance a picture of sheer disarray!
Lin Zifeng’s gaze upon Ye Xuan was imbued with considerable amusement.
This provincial clodhopper actually dared to label one of Dongyang’s Four Young Masters, Song Shaopeng, as an imbecile—it was undeniably intriguing!
Nevertheless, to incur the wrath of Song Shaopeng was tantamount to signing one's own death warrant.
A significant one at that.
He could already envision the dire repercussions that would befall Ye Xuan subsequent to provoking Song Shaopeng.