[Chapter: 97 Ye Feng trembling in anger!]
Yan Ruyue couldn't help but wonder if Ye Feng had made an appointment with her mother, Song Xuan.
But after a brief moment of thought, she realized that her mother wasn't home at this time—she had already left for work.
Despite her hesitation, Yan Ruyue decided to call her mother to confirm.
As soon as the call connected, she got straight to the point.
"Mom, did you invite someone over to our house this morning?" Yan Ruyue asked directly.
On the other end of the line, Song Xuan was briefly taken aback. After a moment of silence, she responded with a puzzled tone.
"I didn't schedule any appointments this morning. What's wrong? Did someone come to our house? Who is it?"
Yan Ruyue's gaze turned cold as she replied, "It's Ye Feng."
Upon hearing the name, Song Xuan frowned slightly, thinking for a moment before speaking.
"Oh, that kid? No, I didn't ask him to come over," she said firmly.
Yan Ruyue's tone turned even colder. "He claims that you invited him. He also said that you're sick—seriously ill."
"What?" Song Xuan was stunned for a second. "He said I was sick? And seriously ill at that?"
She was momentarily at a loss, but as a sharp-minded woman, it didn't take her long to analyze the situation.
Ye Feng wouldn't just say something like that out of nowhere.
She recalled that she had once sought the help of Ye Feng's master, a so-called genius doctor, to diagnose her condition.
At that time, his master had told her that she was indeed ill but claimed he couldn't cure her.
And now, out of nowhere, Ye Feng—the apprentice of that same so-called genius doctor—suddenly appeared at her house, declaring that she was sick and that he could treat her?
She had never even met Ye Feng in person before.
Could he really be more skilled than his master?
A sharp realization dawned on Song Xuan.
It all made sense now.
Ye Feng's master had likely been lying from the beginning. The truth was, he could cure her, but he had deliberately claimed he couldn't so that Ye Feng could come in later and take the credit.
It was nothing more than a staged performance.
They were just paving the way for Ye Feng to gain her trust and gratitude.
If Ye Feng had actually been able to treat her, she might not have cared about their deception. She would have simply remembered his kindness.
However, there was just one problem—she had already been cured.
Lin Yuan had treated her, and her health was better than ever.
There was absolutely no reason for Ye Feng to be bringing up her so-called illness now.
Realizing this, Song Xuan felt an overwhelming sense of anger toward Ye Feng and his master.
In contrast, her gratitude toward Lin Yuan deepened. He had cured her without making any unnecessary claims, nor had he ever asked for compensation.
The difference between the two was night and day.
Song Xuan's voice turned ice-cold as she spoke into the phone.
"Yue'er, tell Ye Feng that I am in perfect health. I have no illness—none whatsoever! And as for his master, I have never had any dealings with him! Get him out of here. The farther he stays from our house, the better. I never want to see him again!"
Before saying these words, Song Xuan had instructed Yan Ruyue to turn on the loudspeaker.
So not only did Yan Ruyue and the security guard hear her loud and clear, but Ye Feng did as well.
Ye Feng's face immediately turned deathly pale.
His expression twisted as if he had just suffered a humiliating defeat.
Just moments ago, he had confidently stated that Song Xuan knew him, but now, not only was she denying any association, but she was also outright rejecting him.
It was like being publicly slapped across the face.
Yan Ruyue, however, didn't even spare him a glance.
She turned away and stood at the gate, waiting for Lin Yuan instead.
Her mind began to wander.
Where was Lin Yuan taking her today?
Would it be a date? Or was this just part of her treatment?
Would they go to an amusement park? A movie theater? Or perhaps somewhere even more exciting?
A faint smile formed on Yan Ruyue's lips as she let herself indulge in these thoughts.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng stood on the side, his face still clouded with gloom.
After being publicly humiliated by Song Xuan, he instinctively wanted to turn around and leave.
But he couldn't bring himself to walk away so easily.
His eyes flickered with reluctance as he looked toward the Yan family's grand estate.
More than that, his gaze unconsciously drifted toward Yan Ruyue.
Her nearly perfect figure, those long, straight legs…
Ye Feng's mind raced.
If he couldn't get Song Xuan to support him, maybe he could win over Yan Ruyue instead.
A sly smirk formed on his lips.
Ye Feng had always been extremely confident in his looks.
He knew he was handsome.
As a former mercenary king, was he really incapable of charming a mere young girl?
Brushing his fingers through his hair, he quickly composed himself, shaking off the humiliation.
His expression turned into what he believed was a charming smile, and he took confident strides toward Yan Ruyue.
But before he could even get within three meters of her, Yan Ruyue noticed him and immediately stepped aside, putting distance between them.
Ye Feng's face stiffened.
"Miss Yan, I'd like to have a word with you," he said, his voice deliberately smooth.
"Get lost. Don't cling to me like a parasite. The more you hover around me, the more disgusted I feel," Yan Ruyue snapped coldly.
She had never been interested in Ye Feng.
And now that he had lied about her mother's condition, her distaste for him had only deepened.
Her already poor impression of him had plummeted even further.
It wasn't just because she generally disliked men—Ye Feng, in particular, repulsed her.
And today, he had the nerve to approach her smelling of alcohol—something she hated more than anything.
To her, he was nothing but filth.
Ye Feng hurriedly tried to salvage the situation.
"The reason I had a drink earlier was because I was stationed as a soldier in Syria. I—"
Before he could even finish, Yan Ruyue turned away in disgust and walked back inside.
She left him with a single word.
"Scram."
Without even sparing him another glance, she pulled out her phone and focused on the screen, completely dismissing his existence.
Ye Feng clenched his fists, his expression darkening even further.
First Song Xuan, now Yan Ruyue—he had been utterly humiliated twice in a row.
Just as he was about to leave, a sudden, powerful roar filled the air—
A sleek, high-end sports car pulled up in front of the Yan family's residence.
Ye Feng's eyes widened.
A brand-new, stunning Bugatti Veyron, worth at least 20 to 30 million, had appeared before him.
Seeing the extravagant vehicle, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a deep sense of envy.
Despite years as a mercenary, he had never managed to earn enough money to afford such a luxury. And whatever money he did make, he had squandered.
Now that he was back in the country, the best he could drive was the Mercedes-Benz that Gu Qingshan had lent him.
But this—this was a whole different level.
The car door opened.
A tall, handsome man stepped out with an air of effortless confidence.
The moment Ye Feng saw his face, his expression twisted in fury.
Because this man wasn't just anyone.
It was the person he hated most—Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan's gaze briefly swept over Ye Feng, then shifted toward Yan Ruyue, who stood at the gate.
With a small, knowing smile, he casually waved.
Yan Ruyue's face lit up as she saw him.
Without hesitation, she ran toward Lin Yuan.
Watching this unfold, Ye Feng, who was already seething, trembled with rage.
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