Entering the wrong room, he became invincible after conquering the voluptuous aunt.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Zhang Yanzhi panicked as Ye Feng held her in his arms. She struggled desperately, pounding her fists on Ye Feng's chest, but his arms were as stiff as iron, completely unmoving.

Her mature and charming face was filled with panic and shame. The hem of her cheongsam was torn and messy, and her exposed fair thighs kept twisting, which only brought the two of them closer together.

Ye Feng looked down at her panicked expression, a playful smile deepening on his lips: "Let you go? Mrs. Zhang, do you think that's possible?"

His voice was deep and mocking as he felt the soft touch in his arms. "Your son, Zhuo Yifan, offended me and I broke his legs. He deserved it. But what about you? Instead of disciplining him at home, you brought a bunch of people to ambush me. Do you really think I, Ye Feng, am a pushover?"

Zhang Yanzhi's breathing quickened, her struggles weakened, and a flicker of fear crossed her eyes: "Then what do you want? I'll give you money! How much do you want, I'll give you!"

"Money?" Ye Feng scoffed as if he'd heard a joke, his tone becoming increasingly playful: "You think I need your little bit of money?"

He suddenly leaned down and whispered in Zhang Yanzhi's ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, causing her body to tremble slightly.

"Since your son has caused trouble, then you'll have to pay for his sins."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng gave her no chance to resist and bent down to pick her up in his arms.

Zhang Yanzhi gasped in surprise, instinctively grabbing his neck with both hands, her face drained of color.

The next second, Ye Feng lifted her into the back seat of the Maybach and slammed the door shut.

The car's interior instantly felt cramped and awkward. Ye Feng pressed Zhang Yanzhi down onto the seat, casually pressed a button, and the seat slowly reclined.

Looking at Ye Feng so close to her, his young yet domineering face made Zhang Yanzhi's heart pound so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. Panicked and nervous, she pressed her hands against his chest, her voice trembling with tears, "Don't do anything rash... I'm Zhuo Yifan's mother..."

"I know." Ye Feng lowered his head, his gaze sweeping intensely over her delicate face, finally settling on her slightly trembling red lips. "Precisely because you are his mother, I need to 'discipline' you even more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng could no longer contain the heat in his heart and lowered his head to kiss those stubborn, fiery lips fiercely.

Zhang Yanzhi's eyes widened instantly, and she desperately tried to turn her head away, but Ye Feng's large hand held her chin tightly, leaving her nowhere to escape. His kiss was domineering and irresistible, lingering and caressing, and gradually, Zhang Yanzhi's resistance weakened, and her body began to go limp uncontrollably.

Soon, the Maybach's body began to vibrate slightly, two hours later.

Zhang Yanzhi slumped in her seat, her meticulously applied makeup now a complete mess. Looking up at the car ceiling, her voice hoarse and filled with pleading, she pleaded, "Please...please let me go...I promise I'll never do it again..."

Ye Feng leaned back in his chair, slowly straightening his clothes, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Hearing her plea for mercy, he raised his hand, and a crisp "slap" echoed in the car.

Zhang Yanzhi's body trembled violently as she stared at him in disbelief.

"Will you still dare to stand up for your son and cause me trouble in the future?" Ye Feng's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

Zhang Yanzhi trembled all over, quickly shaking her head, tears welling up again: "I won't dare... I'll never dare again..."

"After that, will you still dare to yell at me and act like Mrs. Zhuo?" Ye Feng asked again, raising his hand once more.

Zhang Yanzhi was so frightened that she quickly shrank her neck, her voice trembling with tears: "I won't do it again... I'll never do it again..."

"Very good." Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction, his fingers gently stroking her cheek, his tone slightly teasing, "Since you're so obedient, then call me 'husband' and let me hear it."

"You!" Zhang Yanzhi suddenly looked up, a flash of humiliation and anger in her eyes. "You, surnamed Ye, don't push your luck!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, raised his hand and slapped her several more times, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Should I call out or not?" Ye Feng's voice carried a threat.

Zhang Yanzhi bit her lip, tears streaming down her face. Humiliation, shame, and a complex mix of emotions swirled within her. Finally, she gave in, her voice barely audible, brimming with deep resentment: "Husband...husband..."

"That's a good boy."

Ye Feng smiled with satisfaction, patted her cheek, and said, "Get lost. If you dare to cause me trouble again, it won't be so simple."

Zhang Yanzhi felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly straightened her disheveled clothes, pushed open the car door in a disheveled state, and practically ran away.

Watching her hastily departing figure, Ye Feng's smile deepened.

He started the car, stepped on the gas, and the Maybach sped off towards Liu Qingmei's villa.

Liu Qingmei's villa is located in an affluent area of ​​Jiangcheng, in a quiet and secluded environment.

As soon as Ye Feng entered the villa, he saw Liu Qingmei sitting on the sofa, wearing a silk nightgown, a hint of worry on her face. Seeing Ye Feng enter, she quickly stood up, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"Ye Feng, you've arrived."

Ye Feng stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and whispered in her ear with a smile, "Aunt Liu, did you miss me?"

Liu Qingmei's cheeks flushed instantly. She gently pushed him, but he didn't push her away. "Stop fooling around. I have something important to discuss with you."

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, then sat down on the sofa, pulling her into his arms. His hands roamed restlessly over her smooth thighs. "Oh? What important matter could make our beautiful Liu so worried?"

Liu Qingmei leaned against him, feeling his warmth, and her worries seemed to lessen somewhat. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Ye Feng, I... I'm in trouble, and I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Go ahead and say it." Ye Feng lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "As long as it's Aunt Liu's problem, I'll definitely help."

Liu Qingmei took a deep breath, a flicker of pain and anger in her eyes: "My good-for-nothing son, Wu Yang, he... he's fallen into a pyramid scheme. He's been beaten half to death, and those people still won't let him go. Unless... unless I sleep with that pyramid scheme leader for one night..."

"What?!"

Ye Feng's face instantly darkened, and intense anger erupted in his eyes. He abruptly stood up, his aura causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.

"Outrageous! A bunch of rabble dares to plot against my Aunt Liu?!"

He grabbed Liu Qingmei's hand and said firmly, "Come on, Aunt Liu, I'm going to save your son! Oh no, I mean save our son."

Liu Qingmei's cheeks flushed instantly. She glared at him, annoyed, "You're talking nonsense again. It's not like you and I had a child."

"Haha, it's nothing." Ye Feng laughed and reached out to pinch her cheek. "Anyway, you'll be having my babies in the future."

Liu Qingmei's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed even more, but she did not refute it.

The pyramid scheme operation was hidden in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

As soon as Ye Feng and Liu Qingmei entered the building, they heard a piercing scream.

Following the sound, they saw a tall, burly man stomping hard on a young man's face. The young man was covered in bruises, his face swollen and bruised; he was none other than Wu Yang, Liu Qingmei's son.

"You bastard! Still dare to run?!" The burly Wang Daqiang roared, stomping even harder. "Let me tell you, once you're on my turf, you think you can run? No way! Either you obediently cut me off, or you'll send your mother to keep me company!"

Wu Yang's face was filled with terror, tears and snot mingling as he pleaded incoherently, "I won't run anymore... I'll never run again... Please, let me go..."

But Wang Daqiang ignored him completely and kicked him several more times, making him scream in pain.

"A-Yang!"

Upon seeing this scene, Liu Qingmei was instantly heartbroken and cried out as she rushed forward.

Ye Feng quickly grabbed her and shook his head.

Liu Qingmei turned around, her eyes filled with pleading: "Ye Feng, please help Aunt Liu, take my son away quickly! Aunt Liu will definitely thank you!"

Ye Feng patted her hand, signaling her to relax. His gaze swept over Wang Daqiang and the others, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of amusement.

He slowly walked forward, his gaze landing on Wu Yang, who was half-dead from the beating, and sneered, "Wu Yang, is it?"

Upon hearing the voice, Wu Yang struggled to lift his head and saw Ye Feng, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"I can help your mother save you." Ye Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "However, you have to agree to two conditions."

Wu Yang, as if grasping at a straw, nodded hurriedly: "I promise! I'll agree to anything! Please, save me! Otherwise, they really will beat me to death!"

"First, you're not allowed to fool around anymore. Find a job and live a stable life," Ye Feng said coldly.

"I agree!"

"Secondly, from now on, you must send your mother money on time every month to buy her things and take good care of her."

"I agree! I swear!" Wu Yang shouted without hesitation.

Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Very good. However, my relationship with your mother is special, so you'll have to call me 'Dad' first."

Wu Yang was stunned and subconsciously looked at Liu Qingmei.

Liu Qingmei's cheeks flushed instantly, and she avoided his gaze, not daring to look at him.

Wu Yang instantly understood, a hint of humiliation flashing across his face, but to save his life, he gritted his teeth and reluctantly called out, "Dad... Dad..."

"Good girl."

Ye Feng smiled with satisfaction, then slowly turned his head to look at Wang Daqiang and the others who were completely bewildered.

His eyes instantly turned icy cold, and a murderous aura emanated from him like a tidal wave, freezing the surrounding air.

Release them immediately.

Ye Feng's voice, laced with unquestionable authority and icy coldness, said, "Furthermore, you'll have to cut off your own arm and pay 500,000 yuan in compensation for emotional distress. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting you be reincarnated and, incidentally, destroying your entire pyramid scheme!"