Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious

Chapter 584: My Future Great-Grandson Is More Important

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Old Master Ye erupted into a burst of laughter, unable to contain his glee. He said, “Ah, I see. Why didn’t you say so sooner? Then carry on, I won’t disturb you! Haha, make haste, quicken your pace.

“By the way, make sure to lock the door and turn off your phones, don’t let anyone interrupt you. Never mind, I’ll have Zhong Li make a call and tell everyone at Clearcreek Mansion to keep their distance from the main house. Haha, alright, enough said, get to it quickly. Ah, life suddenly seems to have purpose again.” fr(e)ewebn(o)vel

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With that, Old Master Ye hung up.

In the bedroom, Rong Qi and Ye Nanshen were plunged into an awkward silence. The atmosphere was set, but nothing was happening. Rong Qi wished she could bury herself under the covers and perish from embarrassment. She hadn’t done anything, yet she was so mortified!

Ye Nanshen was smiling with brows raised, his body heating up as he wrapped his arms around Rong Qi. She grabbed his hand and bit down. Ye Nanshen sharply inhaled. It hurt, but it brought clarity.

“What kind of dog bites so viciously?” Ye Nanshen asked.

“What pigsty did this swelled-up pig come from?” Rong Qi asked. She glared at Ye Nanshen, and the absurdity of the conversation he had with Old Master Ye made her itch to bite down even harder.

‘How am I going to face Grandpa after letting him in on such matters?’ Rong Qi thought as she ground her teeth.

“You were the one who told me to answer,” Ye Nanshen nonchalantly passed the blame.

Rong Qi reached for her empty sleeve. She thought, ‘Where the hell is my needle? I’m going to make him shut up or at least prick him silent!’

On the other hand, in Ye residence’s study, Zhong Li was anxious as he reminded, “Master, you haven’t told Master Shen about tonight’s family banquet. Why did you hang up so abruptly?”

“What about it? What’s that compared to my future great-grandson? Alright, make a call to Clearcreek Mansion and tell the servants not to disturb the couple. Don’t even breathe a word about the banquet.”

Old Master Ye ordered cheerily, appearing as a shrewd old fox scheming.

Zhong Li sighed, ‘I had tried my best. There was no persuading him. It was hard enough getting Master Xian and the others to come back. If Master Shen didn’t show up, who knew when they’d all gather again? He was the one who suggested using this time to bring them closer together.’

Just as Zhong Li took a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned back, “Master, Master Xian has returned. He’s injured, and the doctor is already on it. Would you like to go see him?”

At the mention of Ye Shaoxian, Old Master Ye’s brows furrowed, and he snorted coldly, “Why bother? I’ve said before, that those who don’t discipline their children will eventually have someone else do it for them. He always angers the wrong people outside and ends up getting a lesson; he deserves it! Pass the word, from now on, no one is to listen to him! Otherwise, if I find out, they’ll be expelled from the Ye family!”

“Yes, I’ll convey the message right away.” Zhong Li nodded, then turned to leave.

In another courtyard of the Ye residence, Madam Liu looked at the injured Ye Shaoxian and began to cry, “What happened again? How did we provoke someone from Clearcreek Mansion this time? I’m going to tell Father. Does Ye Nanshen have the final say on everything in this city?”

Madam Liu was about to stand up and Ye Shaoxian said grumpily, “I told you it wasn’t him.”

“Who else could it be? Who else would dare to touch you in this city? Xian, no matter what, it was he who was wrong this time. I can’t let this off!”

“This is my own business, you don’t need to interfere. Get out!” Ye Shaoxian said impatiently.

Madam Liu clenched her fists tightly and said, “There’s the family banquet tonight, don’t leave. If you don’t attend, your grandfather will get angry again..”

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