A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

Before the car even turned into the intersection of Zhu's Building, Ye Feng could see the scene through the car window.

Below the building, a huge crowd of reporters, armed with cameras and snapping pictures, had completely blocked the glass revolving doors. Several security guards, holding onto the cordon hand in hand, were also forced to retreat, and the cordon was sparse and on the verge of collapse.

Slogans were shouted haphazardly in mid-air, all saying things like "Quality Storm," "Stop Production for Self-Inspection," and "The Zhu Family is Doomed," with one person calling out to another.

"Tsk." Ye Feng spat. "The quality storm has attracted flies. They really do have a keen sense of smell."

Lin Yu leaned back in the passenger seat, frowning.

Having been in the business world for many years, she could tell at a glance what was going on—it wasn't an ordinary interview blockade, but rather someone was paying to use connections to stir up public opinion, aiming to "push down the wall when it's falling" to demoralize the Zhu family, take away customers, and withdraw bank loans.

"Use the side door," she told the driver to start the car.

The two entered the building through the staff entrance in the basement and drove all the way to the top floor.

Inside the elevator, Lin Yuqing whispered, "The timing of the fire was really bad. It came at the perfect time, just when the Zhu family was facing a cash crunch."

"Someone's bringing firewood." Ye Feng leaned against the elevator wall with his hands in his pockets, not even blinking. "And they're throwing it in bundle by bundle."

"The Zhao family?" Lin Yuqing whispered.

"A sure thing." Ye Feng curled his lip. "After our setback last time, these wicked people have turned their anger towards the Zhu family. On one hand, the Zhu family is an important ally of mine; cutting them off would be like cutting off one of my arms. On the other hand, they're testing the waters to see if I'll take action again because of the Zhu family."

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Yu finally understood that what appeared to be a knife aimed at the Zhu family was actually intended for the man beside her.

She pursed her lips and stopped speaking, but her hands, hanging down, were clenched tightly.

The elevator dinged and arrived at the top floor.

The president's office at the Zhu Corporation was several degrees colder than the noisy scene downstairs.

Zhu Wanqing stood in front of the French windows, dressed in a smart white suit, her back ramrod straight, looking like a flag that refused to fall in the wind. But Ye Feng immediately saw what lay beneath her posture—her dark, sallow lips, barely visible, were like a bowstring about to snap at any moment.

Upon hearing the sound, she turned her head sharply.

Seeing Ye Feng's usually arrogant and cold eyes suddenly well up with a faint mist, she quickly turned her head away, her Adam's apple bobbing as she took a deep breath, and then forcefully suppressed the urge to burst forth back into her heart.

"You...you're here." Her voice was dry, as if she had been up for several long nights.

"Hmm." Ye Feng tossed his coat onto the sofa. "Haven't slept for days?"

Zhu Wanqing was taken aback, not expecting his first question to be such a question. She pursed her lips and ignored him.

"Where is the old man?" he asked again.

"The lounge downstairs..." Before Zhu Wanqing could finish speaking, the office door was suddenly and roughly pushed open from the outside.

A fat old man, probably around 50 years old, with a large beer belly, charged over aggressively, followed by two or three Zhu family directors with gloomy faces.

"Wanqing! At a time like this, you still have time to loaf around here!" The fat old man had a loud voice. As he spoke, his eyes darted around and landed on Ye Feng sitting on the sofa. He frowned without hesitation and sized Ye Feng up. "Who are you? You shady character! You don't even care about the danger, and you actually come to my house and bring back some dubious, unorthodox tricks!"

"Second Uncle." Zhu Wanqing's brow twitched, and her voice turned cold. "He is Mr. Ye, who invited him to help."

"Help? Is it someone like him?" The fat old man, Zhu Yuanshan, was the highest-ranking member of the Zhu family's collateral branch and the most authoritative voice within the family. He thoroughly examined Ye Feng's clothes and shoes. "Hmph! Are you crazy? The Zhu family's billion-dollar businesses are about to be swallowed up in one gulp, and instead of seeking help from truly famous and powerful figures, you come out and find some guy in slippers to show me! Where will the Zhu family's reputation be if word gets out!"

Ye Feng, hands in his pockets, leaned lazily on the sofa, showing no anger whatsoever. Instead, he watched his second uncle, who was jumping up and down with curiosity, as if he were watching a well-rounded performance.

"What are you laughing at!" The fat old man, Zhu Yuanshan, was so angry at his nonchalant attitude that his beard almost stood on end. He pointed his finger at his nose and said, "Let me tell you, it's none of your business, you brat, meddling in Zhu's affairs!"

"Second Uncle!" Zhu Wanqing turned around and shouted angrily, her pretty face turning deathly pale. "Don't you understand what state the Zhu family is in now? For the past two weeks, we've been attacked by capital, inspectors have come knocking, and customers have fled. Not one of you 'famous and powerful' elders has put in the slightest effort or thought. All you've done is think about how to break up the Zhu family. What have you contributed?!"

The series of questions left the portly old man, Zhu Yuanshan, speechless, his face turning from pale to flushed and then black.

The atmosphere in the office froze, and the directors who had come with them also lowered their heads awkwardly.

Ye Feng took in the whole scene, and a mysterious smile gradually appeared on his lips.

"hehe!"

He has finally figured it out.

What a calamity for the Zhu family!

Outside, thunderous waves surged from the dark hand of the Zhao family.

Inside... there are actually these old thieves who only know how to hold others back, only know how to watch the show, and even want to take the opportunity to seize land and divide it up?

Beset by internal and external troubles, attacked from all sides!

No wonder this woman, who is always so strong-willed, was forced to set aside her pride and ask someone she had once treated coldly for help.

"Alright." Ye Feng finally stood up slowly from the large sofa.

"Second Uncle, right?" Ye Feng glanced at Zhu Yuanshan. "You said I have no ability and that I take shortcuts. I'll remember those words."

His eyes were indifferent.

But there's this feeling... that sends chills down your spine!

"However," Ye Feng grinned, but his tone suddenly became much heavier, "why don't we see who says I'm useless and incompetent? Shouldn't we go see Grandpa Zhu first? Shouldn't we?"

Zhu Yuanshan paused for a moment: "Why do you want to see Old Master Zhu? He's just confused from anger..."

"Resting?" Ye Feng interrupted him, his expression turning cold. "When I came in, I glanced downstairs. The old man's face—"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"If we delay another half an hour, I'm afraid she'll fall asleep and never wake up again."