Lin Hai noticed Ye Ziming trying to slink away with his head tucked in. In one swift step, he grabbed him by the collar, tossed him to the ground, and planted his big foot right on top of him.
“Lin Hai, get the hell off me!” Ye Ziming lay on the ground, his face twisted with rage.
By now, quite a few students had gathered to watch. Some recognized Ye Ziming and immediately gasped in shock.
“Holy crap, isn’t that Young Master Ye? Someone actually dares to lay a hand on him? Who’s this tough guy?”
“You don’t know him? That’s our school’s singing king, Lin Hai.”
“Singing king Lin Hai? Damn, how does he dare hit Young Master Ye? Does he have a death wish?”
The students stopped to watch, buzzing with gossip.
“Didn’t you say you were going to kill me? Come on then!” Lin Hai kicked Ye Ziming square in the butt.
“Ow, damn it!” Ye Ziming winced in pain. “You son of a bitch—you actually hit me!”
“So what if I did?” Lin Hai gave him another kick to the rear.
“Go ahead, bite me!”
“Not happy about it? Come at me!”
“You’re already flat on the ground—what’s with all the attitude?!”
Thump, thump, thump! Lin Hai landed several more kicks on Ye Ziming’s backside, making him howl and screech like a ghost.
The onlookers were stunned. Everyone at school knew just how tyrannical and arrogant Ye Ziming could be.
Back in his freshman year, a senior had accidentally stepped on Ye Ziming’s foot. Even after apologizing, Ye Ziming rounded up his people and beat the guy until he coughed up blood. And it didn’t end there—from that day until graduation, that poor student got bullied every single day. It was a living nightmare.
From that point on, Ye Ziming’s fearsome reputation spread across the entire Jiangnan University. No student or teacher dared to cross him.
But no one could have expected that Lin Hai—a nobody who’d only recently gained some attention on the school forum for singing a song—would dare to beat up Ye Ziming in public.
Had he lost his mind? Or was his brain just rusted shut?
The students were utterly baffled.
Lin Hai kicked him a few more times, then leaned down, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him up.
“For your brother’s sake, I’ll let you off today. But if you come looking for trouble again, I swear I’ll break every bone in your body. Now get lost!” Lin Hai shoved him, sending Ye Ziming tumbling to the ground.
“You bastard, this isn’t over. Just you wait!” Ye Ziming spat out a threat, then—completely ignoring Mo Yu and the others—jumped into his car and sped off.
With so many students watching, Ye Ziming had lost way too much face. He couldn’t stand to stay another second.
Ever since Ye Feng left the hospital, he’d been seized by a lingering sense of dread.
He was damn lucky—he’d cheated death by the skin of his teeth.
Earlier, following Lin Hai’s advice, he’d gone to the hospital for a checkup.
And what a checkup it turned out to be. The spot Lin Hai had told him to press turned out to have a malignant tumor that needed immediate removal.
The doctor had made it clear: if they’d discovered it even a day or two later, the cancer cells would have spread, and by then it would’ve been too late—terminal stage, no hope left.
Ye Feng felt both relieved and terrified. He had the tumor removed painlessly at the hospital and only drove home after making absolutely sure everything was fine.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Ye Ziyu sitting in the living room looking dejected, his face clouded with worry.
“Xiao Yu, what’s wrong?” Ye Feng was taken aback.
“Dad, Mom…”
“What about your mom?” Ye Feng immediately tensed up.
“The golden needle on Mom—Zi Ming pulled it out.”
“What?!” Ye Feng felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. He was completely dumbfounded.
“That good-for-nothing!” Ye Feng roared in fury. Before he left, Lin Hai had specifically told them not to touch that golden needle.
“So what are we waiting for? Call Mr. Lin right away!”
Ye Ziyu shook his head.
“I already called Xiao Hai…” Ye Ziyu went on to explain what had happened—especially the part where Lin Hai told them to find someone else and left in anger. Ye Feng nearly passed out from rage.
“That little brat is driving me insane!” Ye Feng flung his hand out in fury, sending everything on the coffee table crashing to the floor.
“Xiao Yu, listen to me. This Mr. Lin is no ordinary man—he’s the kind of person who can save lives!” Ye Feng had just personally experienced Lin Hai’s extraordinary abilities firsthand.
Ye Ziyu gave a bitter smile. He’d already realized Lin Hai was no ordinary person back at the gem gambling den—he didn’t need any reminder.
“No, Xiao Yu—we have to get Mr. Lin back. Your mother’s life depends on him.” Ye Feng said urgently.
“Dad, let’s wait a little longer. I already sent Zi Ming to apologize to Lin Hai. He’s not the petty type. Maybe he’ll come back with Zi Ming soon.”
“Ah, let’s hope so.” Ye Feng sighed worriedly.
Just as they were talking, the door burst open.
“What the hell! Just you wait—one day I’ll… Huh? Dad, bro, what’s with you two?” Ye Ziming walked in and saw Ye Feng and Ye Ziyu standing in the living room, staring at him with eager expressions. He was thoroughly confused.
“Zi Ming, did you apologize to Lin Hai?” Ye Ziyu asked urgently.
If not for mentioning Lin Hai, Ye Ziming might have kept his cool. But the moment that name came up, his anger flared.
Damn it. In Jiangnan University, his name alone commanded respect and fear. A single cough from him could make the whole school tremble.
And yet, all his glorious reputation had been ruined by that bastard Lin Hai.
He’d been beaten in front of so many classmates. If he didn’t get his revenge, how could he ever show his face on campus again?
“Zi Ming, your brother asked you a question!” Seeing his son’s sour expression and silence, Ye Feng grew anxious and urged him on.
Ye Ziming instantly lost his temper.
“Dad, bro, what’s wrong with you two? Why are you so hung up on Lin Hai? He’s just some poor student from the countryside. What’s so great about him?”
“Shut up! I’m asking you—did you apologize to Lin Hai or not!” Ye Feng slapped his thigh in fury and bellowed at Ye Ziming.
“Apologize? No way! I brought the Tianhe Gang with me to teach him a lesson, but that bald bastard Guang Tou Qiang messed everything up. And that idiot actually wanted to work with me before. Instead, I ended up getting beaten by Lin Hai. But you know what? Now Lin Hai’s made enemies of the Tianhe Gang—he’s in for a world of hurt!” Ye Ziming said with a venomous smirk.
“What?!” Ye Feng’s hands were trembling with rage. “You—you didn’t apologize, and you even brought people to attack Mr. Lin? You ungrateful beast!”
“Hey, Dad, am I your son or not? Lin Hai was the one who hit me, and you’re yelling at me?!”
Smack!
Ye Feng charged over and slapped Ye Ziming right across the face.
Ye Ziming clutched his cheek, utterly stunned.
“Dad, you hit me?” He couldn’t believe it. In all his life, his father had never so much as lifted a finger against him.
And now, for the sake of Lin Hai, his father had actually struck him?
“You idiot! Go—go apologize to Mr. Lin right now! And if he doesn’t forgive you, don’t you dare come back!”
“What?” Ye Ziming stared at the fuming Ye Feng, completely dumbstruck.
“What are you standing there for? Get moving!” Ye Feng lifted his foot and kicked Ye Ziming square in the rear.
“Fine, fine—I’ll go, alright?!” Seeing the murderous look in his father’s eyes, Ye Ziming’s legs went weak. He turned around and bolted out the door.
Once outside, he grew even angrier.
“Damn it. What the hell did Lin Hai say to my dad to make him hit me like that? Just you wait—this isn’t over.”
