Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

“Ahh…!” Zhao Yifei covered his stomach and curled up on the soft bed. The cold sweat on his forehead broke out once again.

“Yifei, are you protesting indignantly out of shame? Well, it’s only normal for a man to grow angry upon facing such an incident. Anyway, I meant it well for all that I’ve said to you today. Sometimes, it’s best to be clear about your own position and don’t simply grab things that don’t belong to you. Otherwise, you might even have to put your life at stake.”

Zhao Youming looked like he still had not had enough of warning Zhao Yifei. The next moment, he added, “Speaking of which, Yifei, you are still young and have long days to go. Don’t be too discouraged. The medical field is very advanced nowadays. Who knows if your illness can be cured someday. On second thought, it could be quite troublesome at times. Yifei, you are a playboy and have slept with so many women from a young age. Why didn’t you think of leaving a bloodline for yourself at that time? If only you had that thought in mind back then, you wouldn’t have to worry about so many things now. Yifei, don’t you think so too?”

It had not been easy for the pain on Zhao Yifei’s stomach to subside. Upon hearing Zhao Youming’s mockery, his complexion kept changing.

Just when Zhao Youming thought that Zhao Yifei was about to give his all to fight him, Zhao Yifei suddenly let out a bark of laughter, “Hahaha!”

The young man’s orotund laughter echoed inside the empty room. Those who did not know the entire story would have thought that Zhao Yifei had heard a funny joke or that something good had happened.

However, as the only audience, Zhao Youming furrowed his eyebrows deeply. He was caught off guard upon seeing Zhao Yifei’s unusual response.

After Zhao Yifei had enough of laughing, his eyes had already turned red. He looked up and stared coldly at Zhao Youming as he smirked, “Zhao Youming, how much better are you than me? Do you even have the right to mock me? Don’t forget that the Zhao family has just acknowledged another bastard who can leave a bloodline for the family apart from you.”

Zhao Yifei snickered insanely, “That person is the official bloodline of the Zhao family. Even though he has appeared all of a sudden, he is different from an illegitimate grandson like you who has to be kept in the dark. If only I can still contribute to a child’s birth and give birth to a great-grandchild for the Zhao family, perhaps I still stand a chance to fight with him. As for you…”

Zhao Yifei relaxed his body and moved back. He looked at Zhao Youming mockingly and teasingly. “As for you, who do you think you are? You are only the son of a b*tch without an official status. Even if you give birth to a child, the child will just be another bastard without official status. No matter how many children you have, it’s useless! In this case, how can you be any better than me? Zhao Youming, a word of advice to you as well, be clear with your identity and live in reality. Don’t overestimate yourself and grab something that has never belonged to you even if it costs you your life. Save yourself from having to suffer from your own consequences. Otherwise, you will not only suffer, but suffer a major loss as well!”

Zhao Yifei said the words smugly and let Zhao Youming have a taste of his medicine regarding the sarcastic remark he had told him earlier. As a result, his words had inevitably stabbed Zhao Youming’s sore spot.

Zhao Youming’s expression immediately turned dark. The words rang out once again in his mind.

Zhao Yifei’s smug appearance overlapped with Zhao Youlin’s proud look. For a moment, Zhao Youming’s eyes sank. He stretched out his hand toward the person on the bed in his own will.

A crisp sound rang throughout the house once again. The complacent smile on Zhao Yifei’s face abruptly turned stiff and his already ghastly pale face turned as white as sheets within an instant.

“Ahh…!” A high-pitched scream suddenly rang out inside the house, blended with the young man’s pain and misery.

Zhao Youming stood by the bedside as he cold-bloodedly watched the young man holding his arm, breathing heavily and could barely struggle. A bone-chilling, brutal glimpse was caught in his eyes.

“Yifei, I’m sorry. I didn’t control myself well just now. Your arm… looks like it’s fallen out of its socket again… What did Uncle Zhao tell you when he healed you just now? Don’t simply carry heavy stuff in order to prevent hurting it twice. Youlin also said that if you hurt your arm that was once dislocated within a short period of time again, it might become a habit in the future.”

As Zhao Youming was saying this, he discreetly cast a glance at Zhao Yifei’s lower part and smirked, “Yifei, you are already heavily “injured”, with this new injury…”

Zhao Yifei was so painful that he had already broken out in sweat. His pupils began to lose focus yet he glared at Zhao Youming with his eyes filled with bone-chilling hatred and resentment.

Zhao Youming remained looking as calm as usual. He cast a profound glance at the tightly closed door before he smiled fearlessly and said, “Yifei, it looks like the sound insulation in this room is much better than I expected. It looks like you have to yell a few more times. Perhaps someone can come to your rescue if they happen to pass by.”

Right after he spoke and before Zhao Yifei had time to respond, Zhao Youming turned around and left the empty room.

After he walked out of his room, Zhao Youming closed the door shut. His expression turned dark as he walked to the staircase. Looking at the chaotic banquet, his eyes were filled with all sorts of unknown emotions.

Zhao Youming stayed for a while longer at the edge of the staircase before he seemed to have thought of something. The next moment, he narrowed his eyes, turned around and walked toward the other side of the staircase that led to the backyard. He silently disappeared from the Zhao family’s main residence.

Meanwhile, Zhao Youlin and Joy finally filled their bellies before they returned to look for Mu Tingfeng hand-in-hand, only to find Mu Tingfeng sitting alone at the corner of the banquet. Ye Yan, who had originally chatted with him, was already out of sight.

There were a few wealthy ladies chatting at the side. Their faces flashed with eagerness and hesitation. Apparently, they wanted to seize the opportunity to flirt with Mu Tingfeng while he was all alone. However, his imposing aura was so intimidating that they dared not take the first step.

Zhao Youlin cocked one of her eyebrows. She cast a glance at Mu Tingfeng not far away from her and another glance at Joy, whom she was holding his hand. The next moment, she looked like she thought of something. She smiled as she squatted and whispered something in Joy’s ears.

Before she let go of him, she looked uneasy and asked him once again, “Joy, do you know what to do later?”

Joy nodded stupidly. Zhao Youlin stroked his head as encouragement before she said, “Go ahead.”

As a result, the noble young ladies watched a child, who appeared out of nowhere all of a sudden, and was running toward their target in his short legs. The child threw himself into the man’s arms and shouted in his child-like voice, “Daddy…”

The rest of the famous and noblewomen fell speechless.