Chapter 272 Are you afraid of the road to the underworld?

There was also schadenfreude in his eyes; he probably had been disliking Yi Mohan for a long time.

Yi Mohan took three deep breaths to suppress the violence in his heart. He stood up with a cold expression that seemed to want to kill the whole world, his back straight and his bruised face full of disdain.

“It’s not your place to laugh at us. Yan Nuo, tell Xiao Yichen… I will settle this score with him sooner or later. The humiliation we suffered today will be repaid a hundredfold by Xiao Yichen in the future.”

This was a threat, and Fang Ke couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yi Mohan immediately glared at her coldly, gritting her teeth, "Fang Ke, my patience has its limits!"

Fang Ke waved her hand. It wasn't that she looked down on him, but she knew perfectly well how cunning he was.

"Mr. Yi, you're only good at tormenting women. My advice is, after this beating, just stay home and hide. In a month, no one in the city will be talking about it anymore, and you can continue to be your glamorous CEO. If you go head-to-head with Xiao Yichen, you might even lose half your life."

Yi Mohan laughed angrily, "You think I'm trash??"

Fang Ke looked sincere and spread his hands, "I only gave you legitimate advice, but you always think I'm trying to harm you. What can I do?"

"You're being so kind! Don't get too cocky, all of you. This is still Jingzhou, and Xiao Yichen's word doesn't count here!"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to just turn around and leave, but when he looked up, he saw all sorts of scrutinizing, curious, examining, and spectator-like gazes.

Although not all of these gazes were malicious or mocking, Yi Mohan found them extremely piercing. Only he knew that his taut, dark face was burning hot; this was a truly humiliating moment.

When he was caught in a dilemma, someone suddenly handed him a pair of sunglasses.

Yi Mohan was taken aback when he saw that the other person's fingers were long and slender, and a tattoo was faintly visible on the wrist. When he looked up, he saw that it was Ye Si, and he fell even more silent.

Ye Si didn't laugh at him, but said indifferently as usual, "I'm going back to the company anyway. Shall I give you a ride?"

Yi Mohan: "..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ke immediately let out a strange "Eek!" as if she had seen something magical. She leaned closer and said with interest, "Then I want to go too."

Yes chuckled and scolded in a low voice, "...Go to hell! Don't you have something important to do?"

Fang Ke blinked, "You know that?"

"I'm just guessing. Otherwise, why would you be attending a banquet at this time?"

Fang Ke felt a sense of shared joy, so she raised an eyebrow and rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.

She only gave him a quick peck, and by the time Yes reacted, she had already stepped back. A faint blush instantly rose on Yes's fair skin, and he couldn't help but glare at her.

"As expected of a senior, he's really smart."

"..."

This left everyone stunned once again.

Seeing this up close only fueled Yi Mohan's anger. She snatched the sunglasses from Ye Si's hand, put them on, and started walking out.

A passerby who didn't notice him blocking his way was kicked to the ground. Others gasped and quickly made way for him, not daring to provoke him at this moment.

As Yi Mohan reached the door, he turned back and saw Fang Ke still talking and laughing happily with Ye Si. He was so angry that he trembled and immediately shouted Ye Si's name loudly and maliciously.

"Vice President Ye, didn't you say you'd be my driver and take me back to the company? What are you still standing there for?"

Everyone in the hall was speechless.

The relationships between these people are so complicated, I'm sick of watching this drama unfold.

Fang Ke narrowed her eyes instantly, wanting to give him another beating from a distance of more than ten meters.

Yes pressed her hand down. "Stop fooling around. Go do your thing. I need to talk to him."

"I'll slap him a hundred times sooner or later."

Yes squeezed her not-so-soft, but extremely resilient fingers and laughed, "Force is reciprocal. What if I hurt your hand?"

"I don't have any other martial arts skills, but I'm very strong," Fang Ke said confidently. "Besides, I can use the Little Mist Whip."

Yes liked seeing her defend him, and couldn't help but rub her face with the back of his hand. "Then he probably won't last a hundred. Okay, I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything."

"Oh well."

Yi Mohan continued yelling, "Vice President Ye, are you deaf?!"

Everyone gasped, and murmurs arose as they speculated that the two directors of the Yi family were indeed at odds, and that Yi Mohan had openly behaving disrespectfully towards Ye Si.

But Ye Si seemed to be a very deep and patient person, capable of enduring humiliation. He didn't lose his temper or show any displeasure; instead, he silently walked out and left with Yi Mohan.

Someone was loudly mocking and laughing, "Sure enough, no matter how high your position is, you still have to carry the prince's shoes. You're quite the sycophant! If it were a female boss, with his looks, he'd probably be her male concubine by now."

He had barely finished speaking when he felt a gust of wind pass by, and then his mouth was struck hard by something like a whip, immediately swelling up and splitting into several pieces as soon as he spoke, with blood flowing freely.

The man was terrified and kept screaming.

Fog is characterized by its unpredictability and elusive nature.

No one present saw who had struck him with the whip, and everyone was terrified and made all sorts of guesses. Yan Nuo, with a headache, quickly called for a doctor, thinking to himself that he had really encountered a ghost at today's banquet.

By the time he finished dealing with things here and went back to find Fang Ke, Fang Ke had already gone to play cards with Song Fei and the others.

From a distance, Xiao Qin looked like she was tired from playing and was sleeping on Song Fei's lap. No wonder she wasn't there when her brother got into a fight earlier.

Yan Nuo felt a pang of sadness when she recalled the interaction between Fang Ke and Ye Si that she had just witnessed up close.

He thought to himself, "So this is what it's like for Fang Ke to be in love. Her bright face is so captivating."

But why can't it be him? He's no worse than Senior Ye... He even has the advantage of being younger!

He really wanted to touch Fang Ke's face too! How awful.

He turned his head and saw Zhao Qi with his arms crossed, leaning coldly against the wall, having been watching for who knows how long.

Yan Nuo gave a cold laugh and walked over. "I've noticed you really enjoy appearing and disappearing like a ghost these days. Who are you trying to scare to death by squatting here?"

"Are you blind? I've been at OK since early morning!"

Seeing his displeasure, Yan Nuo suddenly felt better. "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems you witnessed the whole thing. What are your thoughts, especially about your brother Yi? You didn't expect him to actually make a move against Fang Ke, did you?"

Zhao Qi looked at him like he was an idiot. "My feeling is that Brother Ye is at least a hundred times better than you. You have no hope."

"...You son of a bitch!"

"I'm barely fifty times stronger than you, and I still have a fighting chance."

"???"

Yan Nuo immediately greeted his parents and started bickering with them. The noisy and psychedelic morning passed quickly until the banquet started at noon. Yan Nuo went on stage to give a thank-you speech, and the banquet hall doors were pushed open again.

Yan Nuo had only spoken half of his lines when he saw the person who had arrived, and the words caught in his throat.

His aura instantly plummeted, and he stared coldly at the newcomer, his entire being seemingly enveloped in frost, his face extremely grim.

The newcomer strolled leisurely and gracefully into the center of the crowd, looked at Yan Nuo on the stage and smiled, "Third brother, why are you having such a big birthday banquet without informing the family or inviting your older brothers?"

Yan Nuo's hand gripping the microphone clenched so tightly that the veins stood out. The microphone kept emitting harsh dial tone. He bit his lower lip and stared fiercely at the man in front of him, his eyes filled with hatred and loathing.

"You're not welcome here, get out."

Ye Si was genuinely surprised that Yi Mohan would actually dare to ride in his car and treat him as a driver.

He couldn't help but wonder how Yi Xiuyong had taught Yi Mohan to become such a useless person.

When the car veered off course again, Yi Mohan finally became alert. "This isn't the way back to the company. Where are you going?"

Ye Si gripped the steering wheel and suddenly revealed a smile that chilled him to the bone.

His voice was extremely pleasant and beautiful, "Are you afraid of going to the Yellow Springs?"

Yi Mohan's scalp tightened, and he immediately looked at him as if he were a madman. Then he heard Ye Si say in a low voice, "But now you're only thinking about being afraid. Don't you think it's too late, President Yi?"