The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 3 - 3 3 Infiltration

“Giggle giggle giggle—” Wu Xiaofei erupted into another wave of coquettish, alluring laughter, her brilliant eyes locking onto Ye Chenfeng.

She sensed something unusual about Ye Chenfeng today, yet struggled to identify exactly what.

Outwardly, Ye Chenfeng appeared to yield repeatedly to Song Zhong, but ultimately, Song Zhong faced severe consequences.

“Xiaofei, why the intense stare?

Is there a flower blooming on my face?”

Ye Chenfeng restored his composed manner, and armed with the memories in his head, he saw no reason to act foolish around Wu Xiaofei.

He detected the genuine worry she held for him.

After scrutinizing Ye Chenfeng suspiciously for quite some time, Wu Xiaofei finally questioned, “Chenfeng, were you faking it earlier with Song Zhong?”

Her delicate hands gently brushed Ye Chenfeng’s striking face, as she found it hard to accept this reality.

Since Ye Chenfeng suffered from acute panic disorder three years prior, he had turned sluggish and occasionally lost his mind.

How had his thinking sharpened to such precision?

Though raised as childhood companions, they were adults now, particularly with Ye Chenfeng’s panic disorder healed.

Wu Xiaofei’s nearness, along with her feminine aroma filling his nostrils, sparked a fire in his lower belly.

In his prior life, as a state-fostered prodigy, Ye Chenfeng had dealt with women from every walk.

Certainly, for operations at times, he’d gone along, so he always saw himself as far from ideal.

Quietly stepping back two paces to escape Wu Xiaofei’s soft grasp, Ye Chenfeng truly worried he might lose restraint and act improperly toward her!

After all, he viewed Wu Xiaofei like a sister, and he absolutely couldn’t commit such an act!

“Xiaofei, emerging from this coma, my thoughts have cleared immensely, and the panic disorder has vanished entirely.

Indeed, I pretended before Song Zhong,” Ye Chenfeng explained.

“Enduring three years of bewilderment, I’m deeply thankful for your support, Xiaofei,” he continued.

From Ye Chenfeng’s recollections, since the panic disorder struck, Wu Xiaofei had aided him repeatedly, making his appreciation sincere.

Upon Ye Chenfeng’s own confirmation, Wu Xiaofei’s face lit up with greater thrill, and she pulled him into a firm embrace, crying out joyfully, “Chenfeng, has your panic disorder truly vanished for good?

I’m overjoyed—do you realize how heartbroken I was watching others toy with you these three years?”

Caught in Wu Xiaofei’s tight hug, surrounded by her womanly scent, Ye Chenfeng swiftly broke free, stating, “Xiaofei, we’re not kids anymore; hugging like this isn’t quite right!”

Since reaching adulthood, their intimacy had never reached this level.

Wu Xiaofei had simply let excitement overwhelm her feelings.

Her cheeks tinted with a light blush.

Extending her fair, slender hand, she lightly tapped Ye Chenfeng’s forehead, chiding softly, “What’s wrong with it?

I’m not shy at all!

Are you the one blushing?

You’ll forever be that runny-nosed brat in my view.”

“Xiaofei, that’s no kind of joke.

I’m a proper man these days,” Ye Chenfeng shot back, displeased.

“Was I mistaken?

Don’t argue with me,” Wu Xiaofei replied, her spirits lifted by Ye Chenfeng’s awakening and recovery from panic disorder, though her expression soon grew solemn again as she probed, “Chenfeng, what’s your next move?”

Ye Chenfeng paused briefly before inquiring, “Xiaofei, what’s Grandfather’s status now?”

“I don’t know much about Elder Ye’s state.

The military hospital bars casual entry; even family must file advance requests to see patients.

Plus, rumors say Elder Ye’s condition worsens, with doctors blocking all visitors.” Wu Xiaofei furrowed her brow, a trace of sorrow crossing her features.

The Wu and Ye families had long shared deep ties.

Ye Chenfeng let out a quiet sigh.

His parents had perished in a sudden car crash five days earlier, and he suspected hidden malice behind it.

Should foul play prove true, Ye Chenfeng vowed to hunt the perpetrators and shred them apart.

Yet currently, his top priority lay in accessing the military hospital to check on his grandfather.

Having been a state-trained elite five centuries ahead, he excelled in medical arts.

Still, openly seeking entry now was impossible.

Approval aside, per Song Zhong’s words, the Ye family’s side branches had aligned with the Songs.

Learning of Ye Chenfeng’s visit intent, they’d surely sabotage him, making covert infiltration the optimal path.

Once Wu Xiaofei grasped Ye Chenfeng’s intentions, she proposed, “Chenfeng, why not summon your young uncle home?

His return would simplify everything.”

Patriarch Ye Zhenhong fathered two sons: elder Ye Donghua and younger Ye Dongjian.

Ye Donghua, Ye Chenfeng’s father, had died in the crash five days back.

Ye Dongjian served as instructor in Tianhai’s forces, slated to return to the capital only year’s end.

Ye Dongjian likely remained oblivious to the Ye family’s recent upheavals!

Recalling Uncle Ye Dongjian wasn’t ideal.

Today’s Ye Chenfeng differed vastly from before.

He could slip into the military hospital solo to meet his grandfather, so alerting Ye Dongjian prematurely was unwise.

Extra involvement bred chaos.

Even in his former life, Ye Chenfeng stayed level-headed, dissecting crises amid life-or-death stakes.

“Xiaofei, do you know my grandfather’s exact room in the military hospital?” Ye Chenfeng asked.

Basic intel was essential.

He couldn’t wander checking every door, could he?

Wu Xiaofei’s expression stiffened, and she pressed, “Chenfeng, what’s your scheme?

You’re not thinking of storming the military hospital by yourself, are you?”

Shaking her head firmly, Wu Xiaofei rejected the notion, “No way, absolutely not.

Do you grasp the military hospital’s security rigor?

As a top national leader, Elder Ye’s room is the most fortified.

You’d likely get gunned down by military police before nearing it.”

“Xiaofei, just a random question.

Why so worked up?

I’m not dumb enough to rush to my death,” Ye Chenfeng replied offhandedly.

Wu Xiaofei exhaled in relief, “Fair point.

Only an idiot would attempt it.

Elder Ye’s in room 307 on the third floor.

Knowing helps little, since the military hospital bans all Elder Ye visits.”

Though barred as a military physician from seeing Elder Ye, Wu Xiaofei knew his room’s location.

Securing his grandfather’s precise room, Ye Chenfeng chuckled inwardly, “Xiaofei truly boasts looks over smarts.

Tonight, Ye Chenfeng will stake it all at the military hospital.”