Chapter 2 Revenge

Old Master Ye frowned and looked at Ye Zhantian: "Do you recognize her?"

Ye Zhantian walked up to Nan Zhifeng, glanced at the child in her arms, and then lifted his eyes to look at her.

"It's you!!!"

Nan Zhifeng recognized him at first sight.

He was the man from that night.

Xiaofeng, with his little head tilted back, stared blankly at Ye Zhantian, his bright and lively eyes wide with curiosity, as if he found this tall figure very interesting.

After a long time, Ye Zhantian finally spoke up: "The child is mine."

"What???"

The whole room erupted.

Everyone was shocked!

All the guesses, and not a single person dared to think, the father of the child would turn out to be Ye Zhantian!

After all, he was never interested in women and was totally devoted to his career, let alone his cold-blooded and ruthless temperament—what woman could outsmart him?

"Seventh brother, are you clear?" old Ye asked Ye Zhantian solemnly, "Are you sure???"

"Certain," Ye Zhantian was very decisive.

"Xiaofeng!" Nan Zhifeng kissed the child in her arms with tears in her eyes, "Finally, you've found your daddy!"

"Daddy~~"

Xiaofeng's cute, milky voice called out for daddy, as he stretched out his little hands trying to throw himself into Ye Zhantian's embrace.

Ye Zhantian obviously was not mentally prepared.

But after a few seconds, he still reached out and cradled the child in his arms.

Thunderous applause broke out throughout the room!

Countless flashes went off as they photographed them, capturing this touching scene.

The next day, headlines on major media outlets around the world announced a sensational piece of news: The person in charge of the Ye Group had a joyous occasion of an heir, and the young master was acknowledged and returned to his ancestors at the old patriarch's birthday celebration!

Early in the morning, residents from a poor district in the suburbs all poured out, making the streets impassable.

Because, outside the shabby rental house at the end of the street, an unprecedented line of luxury caravans had arrived.

Dozens of bodyguards in suits and leather shoes stood neatly in two rows, reverently greeting the people inside the rental house: "Madam, we've come to take you and the young master back home!"

The neighbors who once shamed and troubled the woman were all stunned.

They didn't understand how this down-and-out heiress, who had been tossed out of her family's house and shamed the family with a premarital pregnancy, had suddenly become the lady of the most prominent family in high society?

"Madam!"

The butler bowed respectfully.

The bodyguards stood neatly in two rows, holding up black umbrellas, forming a protective wall, shielding Nan Zhifeng and the child from the intense sunlight.

Nan Zhifeng, hand in hand with little Zhantian, got into the extended luxury car amidst the shocked looks of everyone around.

From this moment, her fate began to rewrite!

...

Welcoming Nan Zhifeng was Ye Family's great lady Shen Yue'e and her daughter-in-law Meng Wanting.

They were waiting at the doorway, smiling and warm, introducing Nan Zhifeng to the family situation and arranging personal servants for her and a childcare teacher for Xiaofeng.

In the evening, Nan Zhifeng visited old Ye in the company of Shen Yue'e.

Old Ye sat on the mahogany chair in his study and took quite some time before he shifted his gaze from the book and spoke indifferently: "Now that you're inside, keep well-behaved, and take good care of the child!"

"Yes," Nan Zhifeng softly said with her head lowered.

"Go out," Grandpa Ye said without further ado.

Carrying the child, Nan Zhifeng bowed her head and was about to go upstairs when a voice came from behind her, "Zhifeng."

"Wanting!"

Turning her head, Nan Zhifeng saw it was Meng Wanting, the wife of Ye Mingyao, the eldest son of the Ye Family.

"I see your skin is quite similar to mine, so I brought a set of skincare products for you. Use it for now. In a few days, when Xiaofeng's condition has stabilized, I'll take you to my company for a skin test and tailor a set just for you."

Meng Wanting's family runs a well-known cosmetics brand, and she still holds a position in the company.

"Thank you."

Ever since Nan Zhifeng stepped into the Ye Family household, Meng Wanting had been kind to her.

"We're all family here, no need for thanks." Meng Wanting handed the bag to her, then seemed to remember something, "Oh dear, look at my memory. I also prepared several boxes of facial masks for you and forgot to bring them. Come to my place, I'll get them for you."

"Okay."

The Ye Family residence was sprawling, with seven villas grouped together, each occupied by an individual.

The main building was where the Grandfather lived; Ye Zhantian, Shen Yue'e, and the three young masters each had their own. One was left empty.

The villas were situated close to each other, and every Friday evening, they would have dinner together in the main building.

It was an immutable family rule.

Nan Zhifeng followed Meng Wanting to their villa. Meng Wanting instructed the servants to entertain Nan Zhifeng while she went upstairs to fetch something.

The servant poured Nan Zhifeng a cup of tea.

Nan Zhifeng, holding the sleeping child, sat on the couch waiting.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside, and a figure entered. Seeing Nan Zhifeng, he paused...

"Why are you here?"

"Young Master, the Young Mistress went upstairs to get a gift for Miss Nan, who is waiting for her here," the servant explained.

"Oh," Ye Mingyao nodded, "I'm hungry, go to the kitchen and make me some supper."

"Yes." The servant headed to the kitchen.

It was late at night, with only one servant on duty. With the servant in the kitchen, the hall was left unmanned.

Ye Mingyao glanced upstairs, then strode over to Nan Zhifeng and demanded softly, "What exactly do you want?"

Nan Zhifeng slightly startled, looked up at him.

After a moment, the corners of her lips curled into a solitary cold curve, "Young Master, have you been drinking too much?"

"Cut the act," Ye Mingyao's voice was very low but could not hide his panic and urgency, "I gave you a breakup fee; our relationship ended long ago. I'm married now. What are you really here for in the Ye family?"

"Heh..." Nan Zhifeng laughed coldly, "What, do you think just anyone can waltz into the Ye family whenever they wish?"

"You..." Ye Mingyao glanced at the stairs, then back at the sleeping child in Nan Zhifeng's arms, asking anxiously, "Who is the child?"

"What do you think?" Nan Zhifeng raised her eyebrow.

"It couldn't be..." Ye Mingyao grabbed her arm in agitation, "Have you lost your mind? If anyone finds out about this, you're going to die miserably!"

"The one who will die miserably should be you, right?" Nan Zhifeng coldly pulled away his hand, "Young Master, your wife is coming down. You'd better contain yourself!"

"Nan Zhiqiu..."

"You should call me auntie!"

Nan Zhifeng looked up at him, her lips smiling but her eyes as cold as a knife.