"Hmph." Han Shilan snorted coldly, put on her dress, and turned to walk into the bathroom.
Not long after, Han Shilan came out of the bathroom. She had a slender waist and a pert bottom. Her delicate and fair face had a charming brow and her beautiful eyes looked at Yang Feng with captivating charm. Her straight legs were taut under her black dress, like two slender chopsticks.
"One glance can topple a city; a second glance can topple a nation."
Yang Feng muttered something under his breath, stood up, and went to Han Shilan's side.
"Do I look good in this?" Han Shilan asked, holding the hem of her floral dress in both hands, as she twirled around in place, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.
"Nonsense, of course it looks good." Yang Feng stepped forward and put his arm around her delicate shoulder, saying gently, "Let's go get some breakfast."
Soon, the two of them clung to each other and walked to the restaurant on the first floor. Their sweet demeanor was enough to make anyone want to witness a public display of affection.
The two sat down at a table, ordered some bread and two bowls of millet porridge, when a girl, Xia Yiyi, walked in and sat down opposite Yang Feng and Han Shilan. Her eyes held a hint of ambiguity as she spoke:
"You two, did something happen last night? Tell me about it."
Han Shilan blushed slightly, rolled her eyes at her, and said, "Don't overthink it—"
"I'm overthinking it? Heh, staying out so late at night with Yang Feng, a lone man and woman, all that passion, don't you think something will happen between you two? Don't lie to me."
Xia Yiyi drank a glass of milk, her face full of disbelief.
"Cough cough..." Han Shilan choked on her millet porridge because of her words.
Yang Feng gently patted her beautiful back and said softly, "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you."
Han Shilan nodded, gave Yang Feng a sweet smile, and continued drinking her millet porridge.
"Oh my, you two are really going to torture me. Come on, I'm not going to disturb your time together."
Xia Yiyi shook her head, feigning helplessness, and turned to leave.
After she left, Han Shilan suddenly spoke:
"Yang Feng, don't listen to her nonsense. That's just how she likes to be."
"Uh, it's okay, anyway, what she said isn't wrong."
Yang Feng shrugged indifferently and said.
"…………"
Han Shilan rolled her eyes, speechless.
After breakfast, Yang Feng noticed that she was walking a little awkwardly, so he took her back to his room on the sixth floor. When they entered, sure enough, no one was there. The two classmates from before must have gone somewhere else.
The two lovers snuggled together, watching the TV program in front of them.
…………
Meanwhile, in the Yang family compound in Yanjing, an elderly man with a ruddy complexion named Yang Jingtian sat at the head of the main hall, his eyes closed, as if deep in thought.
The Yang family had already learned of the tragic news of Yang Xiao's death. They never expected that anyone in Yanjing would dare to touch a member of the Yang family, one of the top ten families, ranking among the top three.
Commerce accounts for one-fifth of Yanjing's economy, and the city is still vigorously developing commerce. It has also deeply involved itself in military and political affairs. If it can further penetrate the commercial field, it can basically become the second largest family, or very likely the first.
"Dad, are we just going to watch Xiao Xiao die like this?!"
The speaker was Yang Xiao's father, Yang Zhen. He had rushed back from the army after learning the devastating news of his son's death, and he was filled with rage, his fists clenched tightly.
"Third brother, don't be in such a hurry. I remember Xiao Xiao has a martial arts bodyguard named Bei Yan by his side, right? What exactly is going on?"
The one who spoke was Yang Changsun, the eldest son in the family. His questioning voice made everyone in the room seem thoughtful.
"Only Xiao died at the scene, and his body was charred beyond recognition."
Suppressing his anger, Yang Zhen mumbled incoherently:
"More importantly, Bei Yan didn't even come back. If even a Yellow Rank expert couldn't protect my son, what use are these bodyguards and martial artists to our Yang family?!"
Old Master Yang Jingtian closed his eyes, his hands clutching the blood bead necklace, silent and calm as an ancient well. Having experienced many vicissitudes over the years, he had long since developed a deep and shrewd mind.
"Could it be that an accidental fire took Xiao Xiao's life, and Bei Yan is afraid to come back because he's afraid of retaliation from the Yang family?"
Yang Changsun frowned slightly and spoke.
"Third Uncle, I suspect someone deliberately retaliated against Second Brother. The fire might have been arson. The person who sought revenge might have had considerable strength, at most able to fight the bodyguard to a draw, or perhaps even stronger. They might be at the peak of the early Yellow Rank. That's why the bodyguard ran away when he saw things were going wrong, which led to Second Brother's death."
The one who spoke at this moment was Yang Yuqian, a daughter of the Yang family. Her beautiful eyes shone brightly, and silver earrings dangled from her delicate face. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back.
She was sent to the United States to study when she was young, and only returned in recent years after graduating from Harvard University to take over the Yang family's various businesses.
She had also heard that Yang Xiao's deeds outside were very bad, that he had raped many innocent girls, and that several pregnant women had come to their Yang family's door demanding their release, only to be wiped out of the world by Yang Xiao.
After listening to her analysis, the Yang family and others fell silent.
"If Xiao hadn't acted so quickly outside, this wouldn't have happened. But he is still a descendant of the Yang family, and I will definitely seek justice for him. Alright, that's all for now."
Old man Yang Jingtian opened his eyes and finally spoke, his voice sounding somewhat aged.
"Yang Fu, go and investigate the reason for this."
"Yes, Patriarch." Yang Fu was an elder of the Yang family and also the old man's personal bodyguard, with a strength at the peak of the mid-stage of the Yellow Rank.
…………
It was almost noon, and Yang Feng held Han Shilan in his arms as they watched the 20-inch television together, enjoying this precious time.