Chapter 4
Meanwhile, on the other side, Liu Yuemei, accompanied by her two children, slowly walked back towards the Ye family residence.
“Feifei, does it hurt?” asked Ye Wushuang, looking at his sister’s swollen and red cheek with concern.
“I’m not in pain!” Despite her young age, Ye Feifei was very sensible and smiled, “Big brother is in more pain than me, but he doesn’t cry, so Feifei won’t cry either!”
Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “That’s right, no tears! What’s there to cry about? Death is nothing to be afraid of!”
Listening to the conversation between her children, Liu Yuemei felt a mix of emotions welling up inside her, but she held back her tears.
The Ye family had once been glorious, but now they were completely in decline. Their current residence was located in a remote area on the west side of Liuyue City.
Entering through the main gate, the front yard, the living room, and the backyard were all visible at a glance, revealing a home that was utterly destitute and impoverished.
As Liu Yuemei and her children just stepped into the courtyard, a man in his thirties with a pale complexion and a thin, frail body, leaning on a cane, came out from the living room entrance.
“Sister-in-law, how did it go?” the man asked in a weak voice, as if he had been ill for a long time, yet he was still eager to know.
Liu Yuemei silently shook her head.
The thin and frail man clenched his fists slightly, looking at the bloodstain on Sister-in-law Liu Yuemei’s forehead, and seeing Ye Wushuang and Ye Feifei return together, he already understood what had happened.
But even so, there was nothing he could do!
The Ye family, in his generation…
The eldest brother, Ye Qingshan, had died suddenly at the age of forty.
And he, Ye Qingfeng, was already thirty-eight years old, not far from death!
The men of the Ye family did not live past the age of forty, as if it were a curse engraved on every generation of the Ye clan.
“Uncle, it’s okay!” Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “I’m still alive, aren’t I? We’re all together as a family, and that’s the best thing!”
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingfeng looked sorrowful and was speechless.
Together as a family!
Yes!
But under these circumstances, how long could they stay together?
At this moment, Ye Feifei sensibly changed the subject and said, “Mom, I’m hungry, let’s cook something to eat.”
“I’m a bit hungry too…” Ye Wushuang then spoke up, “Where’s Uncle He?”
“Young master, I’m here!”
At this time, from the side room, an old man with one blind eye and white hair slowly walked out.
“Uncle He, help me get some water to the backyard, I’m going to wash up,” Ye Wushuang said with a smile.
“Yes, sir!”
Uncle He was an old servant of the Ye family, having been with them for many years. The Ye family had long since fallen into decline and could no longer afford servants or maids.
But Uncle He had always stayed loyal and close, treating Ye Qingfeng, Liu Yuemei, Ye Wushuang, and Ye Feifei as if they were his own family, guarding the fragile home that could fall apart at any moment.
Seeing the young master Wushuang, whom he had watched grow up, being sensible, diligent, and kind-hearted, yet now in such a state, Uncle He turned around, wiped his tears quietly, and hurried to fetch water.
…
In the backyard of the Ye residence.
Ye Wushuang stood in the courtyard, gradually removing his blood-stained clothes.
His entire body was now a mess, with flesh torn open and white bones exposed.
Yet, despite this, he still stood up!
Refusing help from Uncle He and his sister, Ye Wushuang stood alone in the courtyard, holding a cloth, gently dabbing at his lacerated wounds.
His hands and feet were broken!
His seven meridians were ruined!
He knew he wouldn’t survive, even if Master Mo Chuan intervened, he was likely to die.
The Yun family’s strike, how could they possibly let him continue to live in this world?