The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 4232
by“Dudududu!”
While Zhao Muge led the disciples of the Nanwu League to comprehensively search for Ye Fan’s whereabouts, Jiang Zhiyi’s mobile phone screen kept lighting up.
She dialed Ye Fan’s number over and over again, her brows furrowed and her eyes full of unwillingness and aggrievedness.
No one answered the phone, but she still dialed stubbornly, as if she could hear Ye Fan’s voice immediately as long as she didn’t give up.
Ye Fan was lying on the comfortable big bed in the apartment, his phone vibrating on the table.
He looked at the calls coming from various numbers, and finally decided to go back to Jiang’s Martial Arts School to make a break.
On the afternoon of the next day, a dilapidated three-wheeler drove into the gate of Jiang’s martial arts gym.
The sound of the engine broke the tranquility of the martial arts hall, and everyone looked at him one after another.
Ye Fan got out of the car, wearing a helmet, which was incompatible with the surrounding imposing environment.
Everyone in the Jiang family looked at Ye Fan and then at San Bengzi, with playful expressions on their faces, and whispers spread in the air.
However, due to Jiang Zhiyi’s instructions, everyone did not say anything more and informed Jiang Zhiyi immediately.
Not long after, the sound of rapid footsteps came.
Jiang Zhiyi, Zhao Muge and others appeared in a hurry, and Jiang Mengli also appeared supporting Song Shiyan, who had just been discharged from the hospital.
Jiang Zhiyi’s eyes were full of surprise. She stepped forward quickly and grabbed Ye Fan’s arms, her voice trembling slightly:
“Ye Fan, are you back?”
“Good to be back, good to be back!”
“There are too many people out there, and there are too many bad people. Nothing happened to you in the past two days, right?”
As she spoke, a look of guilt appeared on her face: “It’s all Aunt Jiang’s fault. I shouldn’t have said harsh words to you. After all, you are still young and immature. I’m sorry.”
Ye Fan sighed softly: “Aunt Jiang, don’t feel guilty…”
Jiang Mengli said coldly: “Of course my mother doesn’t have to feel guilty, and she has nothing wrong? Why, the eldest young master can’t survive outside, and he is finally willing to go home?”
Jiang Zhiyi’s face darkened and he scolded sternly: “Mengli, shut up, don’t irritate Mark anymore…”
“The method of running away from home is really useful!”
Jiang Mengli’s eyes were full of disdain for Ye Fan, “Not only did I force my mother, the president of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, to urge me to invite you, but I also forced my mother to scold me in front of everyone!”
Ye Fan said with an indifferent tone and calm eyes: “I came back today for two things. One is to prepare to leave Jiang’s family, but I want to make a break…”
Jiang Mengli laughed angrily: “Are you done with it? Are you still pretending? Are you really afraid that my mother will drive you away in anger and let you shoot yourself in the foot?”
Song Shiyan coughed at the right time, stood up, with a gentle smile on his face, waved and said:
“Stop arguing, it’s all my fault. I caused you to argue.”
“Brother Ye Fan, please don’t make Aunt Jiang and Mengli angry. They just care about you too much.”
As he said that, he bowed deeply to Mark, “And the whole incident is my own fault. I hope you will give yourself a chance.”
Jiang Mengli quickly supported Song Shiyan, turned to Ye Fan and said:
“Ye Fan, look at how considerate Brother Shi Yan is and how concerned he is with the overall situation.”
“It’s not like you are unmanly, fussy, and always go against me to get my attention.”
“I’m telling you, if you want to gain my favor, just wholeheartedly please me. It’s useless to play other evil ways.”
She was very forceful: “Also, Brother Shi Yan and I advance and retreat together. If you are not afraid of me being disappointed with you, feel free to humiliate Brother Shi Yan!”
Ye Fan looked at Jiang Mengli and said slowly: “The second thing I want to do when I come back is to see if there is any truth to the staircase incident and to see if I want to have a good relationship.”
Jiang Mengli frowned and said in a bad tone: “Ye Fan, are you done yet? Isn’t my mother proud enough?”
“Mengli, shut up!”
Jiang Zhiyi stopped her again, “Stop arguing. If you argue again, you will get angry. I am the president and your elder. I will make the decision on this matter.”
Song Shiyan pulled Jiang Mengli: “Mengli, let Aunt Jiang make the decision. She is the president of the Southern Martial Alliance and an elder. I will obey her decision unconditionally…”
Jiang Zhiyi nodded happily, looked at Mark, and said sincerely:
“Ye Fan, we are all young people, don’t worry about it.”
“Furthermore, the challenge from the Northern Martial Alliance is imminent, and there can be no more internal strife and division.”
“In this way, I’ll make a drink tonight, you and Mr. Song have a drink, talk things over, let’s get over the stairs, and then we can all move forward together.”
“Of course, Aunt Jiang will make up for your grievances!”
She took out a car key from her pocket and handed it to Ye Fan, “This is a BMW V. Drive it and drive around when you have time. Your mood will feel better and your field of vision will broaden.”
Ye Fan smiled faintly, with a bit of alienation in his smile: “Thank you Aunt Jiang for your kindness, but I’m used to three-wheelers and can’t drive a car.”
“Ye Fan, are you still angry?”
Jiang Zhiyi smiled bitterly, his eyes full of helplessness, and looked at Mark and continued,
“Ye Fan, it is inevitable for young people to make mistakes. There is no need to kill them all.”
“Just like your behavior these days, everyone is very dissatisfied with you and wants to drive you away. Your messing around with strange women makes everyone even more angry.”
“But I think you are a young man with an unstable mind, so I can’t be too harsh on you.”
“So I convinced them not to worry about you passing and everyone to move on.”
She forced the car key into Ye Fan’s hand: “Give Aunt Jiang some face, that’s it. Let’s have a drink tonight and get drunk to forget all the grudges.”
Ye Fan looked at the key in his hand. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, “Okay, I will wait for Aunt Jiang’s justice!”
As night fell, Jiang’s Martial Arts Hall was once again decorated with lights and colorful decorations, bustling with activity.
While everyone was eating and drinking with happy faces, Ye Fan came to the swimming pool alone again, holding a glass of wine in his hand and drinking while leaning on a railing.
But before Ye Fan could enjoy the tranquility before leaving, Song Shiyan appeared again.
Holding a glass of wine, he took out his mobile phone and clicked a few times to temporarily turn off the surveillance cameras around the swimming pool, preventing them from capturing images and recordings.
Then he slowly walked towards Ye Fan with a provocative smile:
“Ye Fan, do you see clearly? Who is more important in the hearts of Aunt Jiang and the others, me or you?”
“Me!”
“Look, I want to frame you. With just one word, Aunt Jiang and the others will assume that you kicked me down the stairs.”
“Even if there is surveillance to prove your innocence, Aunt Jiang and the others destroyed the surveillance to give me a chance for my prestige, and even covered up my false accusation with dignity.”
“And you, even if you have tonight’s wine, it can’t prove your innocence.”
Song Shiyan looked away from the half-dead state in the hospital, and his whole person was blooming with color: “It will only make everyone think that I am kind, kind and generous.”
A mocking smile appeared on Ye Fan’s lips: “Really?”
Song Shiyan’s eyes were full of pride: “Isn’t it true? You lost, you lost completely. You will never in your life be more important than me in Aunt Jiang’s heart.”
Ye Fan glanced at him disdainfully, pointed at the swimming pool and said lightly: “Look at the swimming pool…”
Song Shiyan looked confused: “What are you looking at?”
Ye Fan’s eyes were cold and there was undisguised contempt in his voice:
“The gap between you and me is about the same as the gap between Mayfly and Haoyue.”
“The things you talk about so much are worthless to me.”
“Aunt Jiang’s attention and the opinions of everyone in the Jiang family are of no value to me.”
“The way you jump and scream in front of me is like a dog grinning at me. Do I care?”
Ye Fan said softly: “I didn’t deal with you because I thought it was funny to watch a clown dance.”
Song Shiyan’s face instantly turned red and he shouted angrily: “You bastard, how dare you scold me?”
Ye Fan snorted coldly, his eyes full of disgust: “Wrong, I dare to beat you!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Song Shiyan’s neck and knocked his head against the railing.
When a stream of blood spattered from Song Shiyan’s forehead, Ye Fan kicked him out again.
Song Shiyan fell into the swimming pool with a “plop”.
There was a huge splash in the swimming pool, startling everyone at the banquet.
Jiang Mengli, Jiang Zhiyi, Zhao Muge and others heard the noise and rushed over.
Jiang Mengli looked at Song Shiyan in the swimming pool with a panicked face, and shouted loudly: “Brother Shiyan, what’s wrong with you?”
Song Shiyan struggled in the water and roared: “Ye Fan, the bastard, hit me on the head and kicked me down.”
Jiang Zhiyi frowned, looked at Ye Fan, and asked in a serious tone: “Ye Fan, what’s going on?”
Ye Fan looked calm and nodded calmly: “Yes, I was the one who beat Mr. Song and kicked him into the swimming pool, just like I kicked him down the stairs.”
Jiang Mengli was so angry that she was trembling all over and yelled loudly: “You dare to hit brother Shi Yan on the head and kick him into the swimming pool? His injury is not healed, I will kill you.”
With that said, she rushed over to attack Mark, but was grabbed by Jiang Zhiyi and unable to move.
Jiang Zhiyi looked at Jiang Mengli with stern eyes: “Don’t mess around, wait until you understand the matter.”
Then, she looked at Ye Fan again: “Ye Fan, did you really beat Mr. Song?”
Ye Fan still nodded and said firmly: “It’s me. I will retaliate against him for slandering me! Aunt Jiang, please drive me away.”
Song Shiyan roared angrily in the swimming pool: “Aunt Jiang, get rid of him…”
Zhao Muge stood aside, looking down at Song Shiyan, with a bit of ridicule in his eyes, and said slowly:
“Young Master Song, you can use this trick to frame people once. It’s boring if you use it too many times.”
Song Shiyan’s heart sank instantly…
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