Officer Ter glanced at the three members of the Ye family, who looked as if they had been struck by lightning. Without saying another word, he turned and left.
Deep down, he was puzzled. He had been following Yun Mo for so long, yet he had never seen any indication that Yun Mo knew Ye Shaohua. Why had Yun Mo casually mentioned yesterday that he had known Ye Shaohua for a long time?
Ter couldn’t figure it out, so he decided not to dwell on it.
Meanwhile, after dealing with the Ye family, Yun Mo went straight to find his father.
He was still wearing his dark combat uniform, his deep eyes colder than usual. The Yun family was gathered in a meeting, discussing important family matters.
Suddenly, the door to the conference room was flung open with a loud bang.
Everyone seated at the table turned to look at the tall, imposing figure striding into the room.
When Yun Mo’s father saw him, his eyes lit up. “Has your energy been restored?”
The others were equally excited, but before they could speak, Yun Mo cut them off.
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Yun Mo said, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on his father. He didn’t answer his father’s question. Instead, he stated coldly, “I have two things to say. First, none of you are to interfere in my personal affairs. Second, as of today, I am reclaiming control of the First Legion.”
“Yun…” Yun Mo’s father’s face paled. “This is…”
This was essentially stripping him of his authority!
“Father, do you have any objections?” Yun Mo asked, his deep eyes narrowing slightly.
Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Yun Mo’s father knew that the Yun family’s current standing was entirely due to Yun Mo. He gritted his teeth and said, “No objections.”
“Good.” Yun Mo nodded and left without another word.
Yun Mo was the soul of the Z Alliance’s First Legion. Although he had never taken an active role in managing affairs, everyone knew that the respect the Yun family commanded was entirely due to him.
Meanwhile, Ye Shaohua’s influence within the Z Alliance continued to grow steadily. With the rise of ancient medicine, traditional physicians were gradually becoming obsolete. Even high-ranking figures from other alliances were clamoring to seek her out.
The idea of expelling Ye Shaohua from the Z Alliance was now laughable. In fact, the M Alliance was eagerly waiting to snatch her up.
Ye Shaohua didn’t deliberately suppress the Meng and Qiu families, but within three months, both families had fallen into decline.
Meng Yuchen had gone to great lengths to replace Ye Shaohua, thinking it was her chance to achieve fame and success. She had dreamed of having both love and career, but instead, she was humiliated, while Ye Shaohua soared to new heights.
After that, both the Meng and Qiu families never recovered.
Meng Yuchen did eventually marry Qiu Zifan, but their married life was far from the idyllic existence she had imagined.
Qiu Zifan, disheartened by his failures, spent his days drinking and doing nothing productive.
Meng Yuchen secretly waited for the day Ye Shaohua would fall from grace, but instead, she received news of Yun Mo’s grand proposal to Ye Shaohua. This was a devastating blow to her.
Her life was becoming increasingly miserable, while Ye Shaohua, whom she had once looked down upon, was thriving.
Although the Qiu family had declined, Qiu Ziting continued her extravagant habits. She gambled with friends and ended up owing a huge sum of money overnight.
One million alliance coins—a sum that would have been insignificant to the Qiu family in the past—was now impossible for them to pay. The family was already struggling to maintain their business and was barely making ends meet.
Qiu Zifan, who had once been the pride of the family, was now a shadow of his former self.
The debt had to be repaid, but who could they turn to?
Their former friends had already blocked their communications, and the few who remained were only waiting to see them fail.
As Qiu Zifan scrolled through his contact list, he finally came across an unnamed number.
Even though it wasn’t labeled, he knew whose number it was. He wasn’t sure what compelled him, but he dialed the number.
The person who answered wasn’t Ye Shaohua but Ster, the man he had once looked down upon as a commoner. Now, Ster was a prominent figure at the top of the Z Alliance.
For a moment, Qiu Zifan wanted to hang up in shame, but Ster didn’t mock him. Instead, he simply said, “You’re in luck. Miss Ye is in the lab today. You can come, but there are many people waiting to see her.”
Logically, Qiu Zifan knew he shouldn’t go to Ye Shaohua, but he found himself rummaging through his closet for a presentable outfit, shaving his unkempt beard, and heading to see her.
Deep down, he even thought, If it weren’t for our Qiu family, Ye Shaohua would never have come to the Z Alliance. She wouldn’t be where she is today.
Of course, he also wondered what his life would have been like if he hadn’t divorced her.
“Qiu Zifan, have you ever asked your grandfather why he made you marry me?” Ye Shaohua said, waving at Yun Mo to wait a moment.
Qiu Zifan had never asked. Seeing Ye Shaohua’s calm expression, he felt a pang of unease. Was there something he didn’t know?
He didn’t bring up the money. Instead, he rushed back to the Qiu family and confronted his grandfather.
After some hesitation, his grandfather finally spoke.
“A year ago, you returned from the battlefield severely injured. Do you remember?”
Qiu Zifan frowned. “Of course, but I recovered.”
“Recovered? How could you have just recovered? We didn’t tell you at the time because we were afraid you’d break down, but your legs were almost crippled.” His grandfather’s face was filled with regret.
“What? If that were true, how am I standing here now?” Qiu Zifan was skeptical.
“I found out that Old Master Ye had a rare medicinal herb that could heal your legs. At the time, Old Master Ye was on his deathbed, and the herb was in Ye Shaohua’s possession,” his grandfather explained with a sigh. “When Old Master Ye asked her if she was willing to save you, she agreed. The herb, the only one of its kind on the planet, was used to heal you. In return, she married you.”
His grandfather couldn’t bring himself to continue.
He had once thought Ye Shaohua wasn’t good enough for his grandson. Who could have predicted she would achieve such greatness? If he had known, he would have treated her with the respect she deserved. Instead, he had ruined everything with his own arrogance.
“So it wasn’t that she used some scheme to marry me. It was that we forced her and Old Master Ye to hand over the herb when they were desperate? And then… we drove her out?” Qiu Zifan clutched his chest, his expression one of dawning realization and despair.
