The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 5 - 5 5 Gratification

Ye Chenfeng felt a shock matching the old man’s own, since reports of Ye Zhenhong’s life-threatening illness had circulated extensively.

However, the Ye Zhenhong right in front of him appeared full of vigor, save for his slightly ashen face.

Exactly what was happening here?

The sturdy middle-aged fellow, Wu Kuiyong, eyed Ye Chenfeng with deep, probing intent.

Rumors claimed that Ye Chenfeng had fallen into a bad panic disorder after a savage beating three years back, right?

Yet after facing Ye Chenfeng’s martial abilities firsthand, Wu Kuiyong found the idea laughable.

In the prior darkness, he had unleashed his full power without mercy, yet Ye Chenfeng stood firm with ease.

This feat alone showed Ye Chenfeng’s abilities were anything but ordinary.

During his special forces days, Wu Kuiyong had shone brightly, so how could anyone shrugging off his assaults be the same guy thrashed by Capital City’s young masters?

With that in mind, Wu Kuiyong inwardly shook his head, thinking, “Rumors truly can’t be believed.” The Ye Chenfeng now stood worlds apart from the rumored weakling.

He was convinced this Ye Chenfeng possessed the qualities of a true dragon among Capital City’s elite youths.

Old Master Ye recovered from his stupor and beckoned Ye Chenfeng closer, declaring, “Chenfeng, come sit beside your grandfather.

Don’t you owe me an explanation?”

Even after pondering deeply, Old Master Ye couldn’t figure out how his grandson, plagued by panic disorder, had abruptly gained such prowess.

Besides, he had issued firm commands barring all visitors, so how had Ye Chenfeng infiltrated the military hospital without detection?

Old Master Ye burned with eagerness for those answers.

Ye Chenfeng settled by the bedside yet held off on replying right away.

“Grandfather, before addressing your queries, care to clarify what game you’re running here first?”

A warm smile briefly lit Old Master Ye’s pallid features before fading as he retorted, “You rascal, is that how you talk to your grandfather?

Plenty in Capital City itch to witness the Yes’ downfall right now.

They’re dying for our clan to disappear from view.

I aimed to uncover the schemes of those despicable fools, so I flipped their plot to serve us.”

“Grandfather, so my parents’ car crash wasn’t really an accident, was it?

I’ve long suspected something off about it.” Grief and fury mingled on Ye Chenfeng’s expression as he recalled his late parents.

Old Master Ye nodded in satisfaction, stating, “Chenfeng, it looks like you’ve truly matured.

I worried you’d spend your life muddled and timid.”

“Your parents’ accident carries plenty of oddities, yet the culprit left zero traces.

I’ve got no leads whatsoever.” Old Master Ye’s hands balled into fists.

The Ye direct lineage was already sparse; with just two sons for Old Master Ye and the elder gone in that crash, how could rage not consume him?

“Grandfather, I’ll grind the killer’s bones to dust and scatter them.

I’ll ensure all learn the Yes aren’t pushovers.” Ye Chenfeng bit his lip hard.

Once he restored his peak battle power from his past existence, scant few on this planet could halt him.

“Chenfeng, steady your heart.

We still don’t identify the killer.

The Yes face numerous foes in Capital City.

For now, we must observe quietly and await the enemy’s next move.”

Old Master Ye let out a deep sigh before pressing on, “Enough dodging, lad.

You’ve heard what matters—now explain yourself.”

“Grandfather, it’s really not that big a deal.

Upon waking from my coma, my panic disorder vanished entirely, and my abilities surged incredibly.

I’ve no idea why.” Ye Chenfeng spun a tale.

He sure couldn’t reveal originating from five centuries ahead, his soul time-traveling back to possess this Ye Chenfeng’s form.

That would likely land him in psychiatric care from Old Master Ye.

After all, such events belonged solely to fiction, and convincing a top national leader like Old Master Ye would prove impossible.

Old Master Ye regarded Ye Chenfeng dubiously, but after reflection, no better rationale emerged.

Ye Chenfeng’s account rang plausible enough.

Regardless, with his grandson advancing positively, what worries remained for a grandfather!

Ye Chenfeng sketched out his stealthy entry into the military hospital for the elder, who savored every detail, as if discovering his kin anew.

Ye Chenfeng’s knack for piercing the hospital’s security gaps, plus his prudent steps post-change to evade notice from Capital City’s great clans—these feats alone swelled Old Master Ye with pride.

Such sharp perception and precise reasoning: was this the same Ye Chenfeng?

“Grandfather, those collateral branch scum seem allied with the Songs, likely scheming to oust us as the Ye main line.” Mentioning those kin, fury boiled in Ye Chenfeng.

Blood tied them all; family squabbles were one matter, but outright betrayal crossed every line!

A subtle sorrow crossed Old Master Ye’s visage as he sighed softly, “I’ve long sensed the collateral branches’ ambitions, yet we bear the Ye name.

I’d avoid splitting the family unless forced.”

“Fine, with crowds eager to mock us, I’ll show them who ends up ridiculed,” Old Master Ye’s gaze turned steely and piercing as he commanded, “Kuiyong, set up my discharge.

Keep it secret—I want to deliver a ‘surprise’ to all.”

The military hospital director, an old comrade of Old Master Ye from youth, enabled the perfect fake illness ploy through their partnership.

Per Old Master Ye’s initial scheme, discharge wasn’t due yet, but Ye Chenfeng’s visit delivered an unexpected delight and altered his blueprint.

In Ye Chenfeng, Old Master Ye glimpsed the Ye family’s path forward.

While Wu Kuiyong organized the exit, Old Master Ye and Ye Chenfeng conversed casually.

Three years on from Ye Chenfeng’s panic disorder onset, the duo hadn’t shared a proper talk.

Deep down, Old Master Ye yearned for Ye Chenfeng to rise and shoulder the Ye legacy someday.

But his track record had crushed those hopes.

Now, finally, the storm clouds parted for sunshine.