A black Santana slowly drove into the deep mountains and then disappeared without a trace. The mountains were shrouded in mist, and birds and animals sang, creating a scene that looked like a fairyland.
If Ye Fan were here, he would discover that this deep mountain is rich in spiritual energy and is an excellent place for cultivation.
The car drove smoothly to the top of the mountain, where an ancient mansion stood quietly, gazing down at the land below.
"Young Miss—" Upon seeing the iconic Santana, the guard standing at the door opened the gate without hesitation, his loud shout filled with unwavering determination and reverence.
The disheveled woman sitting in the back seat of the car—Green Tea—had patches of brownish grime on her right hand. She leaned weakly against the car door, her face as pale as paper, her eyes gazing at everything outside with a mixture of greed and confusion.
She grew up in the Le family and was very familiar with their environment, but at this moment, the Le family looked so different that she could hardly recognize it. What had happened during the time she was away?
Unfortunately, she had no time or energy to think about these things anymore. She was being carried around like a little chick, feeling weak and limp.
Watching Wuyou's haughty figure walk ahead, Lüming's heart was filled with resentment, but she didn't think anything would happen to her. She knew perfectly well how much Ye Fan valued her, and besides, she had an incredibly powerful protective charm, didn't she?
Although Le Zhengpeng was not a good father, he still took good care of her during her time in the Le family. Especially after Ye Fan rose to fame, Le Zhengpeng and she contacted each other more frequently, and a father-daughter relationship actually developed between them.
Of course, only they themselves know whether this father-daughter relationship is based on blood ties or on self-interest.
A sharp pain jolted Green Tea back to her senses. When she came to her senses, she found herself thrown onto the floor. The strong smell of herbs made her frown.
Standing next to Lv Ming were two tall, burly middle-aged men. They stood respectfully with their heads bowed, motionless, their every move exuding the respect and discipline instilled by their aristocratic upbringing.
The room felt unusually empty, with only the necessary tables and chairs and white curtains on the side, obscuring the view inside and preventing any view of the whole room.
Wuyou sat in the main seat, gently tapping the table with her right hand, making a thumping sound. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, becoming unbelievably quiet.
"Le Wuyou, what exactly do you want to do with me?" In the end, Lvming couldn't hold back and spoke first. She couldn't understand why the other party neither tortured her nor treated her well. Instead, they just threw her on the ground and stared at her quietly. It was too unbearable.
Wuyou picked up a cup of tea, a wisp of clear steam obscuring the dark light in her eyes. Few could match her composure. Her clear, melodious voice echoed in the room, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Lvming's heart.
"Green Tea, you have the blood of the Le family, yet you've been a slave in my Le family for so many years. It's truly a shame. No wonder my old father dotes on you so much!"
Green Tea suddenly looked up, her incredulous eyes scanning Green Wuyou up and down, her mind filled with only one thought: 'She actually knew.'
Although Lüming always believed she was the rightful heir to the Le family, her status as an illegitimate child remained a deep-seated pain. Le Zhengpeng dared not offend the Bai family and kept the matter a secret, but even so, Wuyou still managed to find out.
“That’s right. We’re both daughters of the Le family, so why can you be the heir while I can’t?” This has always been a thorn in Green Tea’s side, one that she can’t get rid of.
"Ye Fan is already the number one person in China, and no one dares to oppose him. The Le family will be finished sooner or later. If you are willing to submit to me, I may spare your lives. If not, your fate will be the same as the Ye family's."
What exactly are Ye Fan's methods? I believe you already know, so I don't need to elaborate. Besides, we haven't settled the score for how you humiliated Ye Fan and me back then! I advise you to be sensible and hand over the Le family to me.
With difficulty, Green Tea propped herself up, raised her head high, revealing her slender neck, and grinned with a smug and arrogant smile. Bloodstains stained her white teeth, and her eyes were wide open.
Wuyou raised an eyebrow with interest, revealing a mocking expression, then slowly lowered her eyes to meet Lvming's crazed gaze. "Oh, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you before Ye Fan storms into my Le family?"
"You wouldn't dare." Green Tea proudly patted her head, her expression full of mockery as she looked at Wuyou.
"Who gave you this confidence?" Wuyou sat up straight, sneered, and slightly lowered her head, sweeping the teacup off the table. The porcelain shattered, shards flying everywhere, some striking Lvming's face and leaving streaks of blood.
"Hiss—" Green Tea let out a soft cry subconsciously, reaching out a trembling hand to gently stroke her face. Feeling the sticky sensation, she immediately revealed a resentful expression. Ever since her face was disfigured that year, she had been particularly concerned about her hard-won restored appearance.
"Besides Ye Fan, the only one who can give you confidence is him, right?" Wuyou pointed to the side, and Lvming's gaze involuntarily followed. What she saw made her freeze, and all her muscles tensed up.
A barely perceptible green light flickered gently between the white curtains, and in the blink of an eye, the curtains were cut away completely, revealing the innermost view. The quilt on the carved wooden bed was slightly raised, and a person lay straight on it. That all-too-familiar profile made Green Tea extremely nervous.
"You—you actually didn't even spare your own biological father?" After a long pause, Green Tea stammered, her eyes filled with not only resentment but also fear as she looked at Wuyou.
It's no wonder that Lvming is overthinking things; the half of Le Zhengpeng's face that was exposed was too pale. They had made such a commotion, and the other party hadn't reacted at all, which was obviously abnormal.
"There are some people in this world who, based on their own character, assume everyone else is just as filthy as they are." Wuyou opened her lips, a faint sarcasm lingering between her teeth.
As if slapped in the face, Le Zhengpeng, lying on the bed, coughed twice, proving his presence and weak vitality.
“You…” Green Tea bit her lip but was speechless for a moment. She felt indignant and ashamed, as if a sore spot had been touched.
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