Master Head of the Dragon Soul

In front of the hall, a well-dressed middle-aged couple sat beside him, radiating elegance and charm.

They were Ye Wen Hui's parents, Ye Jianlin and Huang Fu.

"Dad, you've been wearing a frown and sighing these past few days. Is something bothering you?" Ye Jianlin asked.

While delicately fixing her manicure, Huang Fu said, "What else could it be? A few days ago, the God of War returned to Xi Ye. Dad and several leaders from the business community were excited and went to the airport to meet him, hoping to catch a glimpse of the legendary God of War. However, they were denied entry and kicked out even before reaching the airport entrance."

"The airport was sealed off within a five-kilometer radius and heavily guarded. Not even a mosquito could get in."

Ye Jianlin was surprised and envious and tried to comfort him. "Dad, the God of War is such a prominent figure. It's understandable that we couldn't see him. Don't blame yourself. Besides, there were other heads of families who were also kicked out with you."

Thinking about this, Ye Jianlin smiled with relief.

Comparing themselves to others, they were still better off. This was the current situation for their Ye family. It was precisely because of this mindset that the Ye family had been stagnant for three years since their grandmother's death.

The entire family had lost their drive and passion.

Ye Rongcheng waved his hand and sighed, "I understand this. Our Ye family still has self-awareness."

"But it's still difficult to accept. My greatest wish in this lifetime is to elevate the Ye family into a top-notch, prestigious family. It's a pity... I'm old now, and my connections have weakened. I can't do it anymore."

He looked desolate and disappointed, shaking his head. If he hadn't been pushed into a desperate situation, how could he have risked his reputation to meet the God of War?

Even the heads of the top-notch, prestigious families in Xi Ye don't have the qualifications. He was purely trying his luck, hoping to gain the favor of that My Lord and establish a connection.

Ye Jianlin also showed a sense of loss and longing. The figures like the God of War, with such a powerful background and influence, would never have a chance to come into contact with them in their lifetime. Unless that God of War was a relative of their Ye family,

But that would be a fantasy; it's not possible!

"Dad, don't worry, we still have Wen Hui in our Ye family," Huang Fu said with a smile, her eyes sparkling. "When Hui is capable and successful, At such a young age, he has built his own publicly traded company. Mom used to praise his abilities when she was alive. He will definitely take the Ye family to new heights."

As Ye Rongcheng heard about his outstanding and excellent grandson, a smile immediately appeared on his aged face, filled with pride.

He chuckled and took a sip of tea. "Yes, Wen Hui is our hope for the Ye family. By the way, where is he?"

"Oh, I heard that Qingrou's son, Chu Feng, came from Yenching. Wen Hui and Mei Er went to pick him up early in the morning. They should be here soon."

"I see. I almost forgot about Qingrou's son."

Ye Rongcheng nodded, seemingly reminded of his long-lost daughter. His old eyes became somewhat cloudy, lost in thought.

Ye Jianlin spoke, and he and his wife Huang Fu exchanged a glance, seeing contempt and cunning in each other's eyes.

They had no emotional attachment to Ye Qingrou, who had died almost twenty years ago. If it weren't for the land deeds in Chu Feng's hands, they wouldn't bother with him and would let him fend for himself.

Now, it should be almost time.

"Dad, mom..."

Just then, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly echoed through the air.

The Ye family members froze in shock and turned around, only to be startled.

Wen Hui was lying on a stretcher, barely clinging to his life after being severely beaten!