Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 580 590: Give a Hand

Ye Ling and Ye Feng were momentarily stunned when they heard this, then they both understood what it meant.

Ye Jianwen was worried, thinking that the girl's conditions were so good, and his son was just a contractor who depended on taking on small construction sites for a living.

Could he possibly reach the high branch of such a family? And even if the girl was willing, what about her family?

Matching doors and equal households was not just a saying for others to hear; it was a truth accumulated over thousands of years by ancestors, not something that could be passed down for a millennium merely on a whim.

Ye Feng's face turned dark when he heard his father speak of him in such a way, grinding his teeth in anger.

"I say, old man, am I really that bad? Is there a need for you to talk like this? Let me tell you, not only is the girl willing, but her family also has no objections."

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"We're in a relationship by choice, and besides, I've got a car and a house, my career's fairly established. I'm a pretty decent catch if you ask me, so if anyone should have reservations, it's me."

Upon hearing his son speak like this, Ye Jianwen curled his lip, "You keep talking, but let me tell you, lad, if the girl's a good match, then you better secure things quickly."

"I won't meddle in other matters, do whatever you want after you get married. You're my only son, once you're married, the weight on my shoulders will be lifted."

"I think your mother and I should go back to work; we need to earn some money for your wedding."

Ye Jianwen muttered to himself, but deep down he was quite happy. Knowing his son had a girlfriend put his heart at ease.

Ye Ling watched his uncle and cousin, and couldn't help but smile, "Uncle, why go back to working?"

"It looks like cousin's hit a stroke of good luck, and it just so happens I have a friend in the construction business looking for a partner. I'll introduce you."

"With just one project, making a million or so won't be a problem. Just wait at home for that grandchild, Uncle. You and Aunt aren't young anymore, it's time for you to rest."

Ye Ling took a small sip of his drink, throwing a significant bombshell for Ye Jianwen and his son Ye Feng.

Originally, Ye Ling had planned to find some construction projects for Ye Feng. Given his name and status, making Ye Feng a multimillionaire was like child's play, too easy in fact.

Of course, this was also due to Ye Jianwen taking good care of him and his mother over the years. For Ye Ling, a favor received demanded to be repaid, let alone for his own uncle and cousin.

Who wouldn't want to become rich? Helping his cousin out would be killing several birds with one stone; why not do it?

"Little Ling, it's not easy for you out there on your own, so don't worry about your brother. Don't get tangled up in troubles for his sake."

Ye Jianwen hurriedly interjected, yet his heart was racing. Everything he witnessed in the afternoon proved that Ye Ling's capabilities were truly unfathomable. If he could really give his son a boost, that would be excellent.

Ye Feng also hastily shook his head, "Brother, what you're saying feels so unreal to me. How could a big boss possibly want to work with me? Besides, I don't have the funds."

In reality, Ye Feng was very excited. He was well aware that his cousin must be a force to be reckoned with. If there was even a sliver of possibility that he could pull him up, reaching the heavens in one step was not an unthinkable feat.

"Don't overthink it, once I'm done with a few things in the next few days, I'll introduce you to some people. Just being Ye Ling's cousin is worth a few billion."

Ye Ling said with a slight smile, his statement devoid of any exaggeration. Nowadays, in Donghai, the mere two characters of his name prompted countless bosses to want to establish ties with him.

Bullshit about capital! Once connected to Ye Ling, not only would procedures and other issues be resolved, but the road ahead would also be much smoother.

Overwhelmed with excitement and not knowing what to say, Ye Feng quickly raised his glass, "Little Ling, nothing more to say, it's all in this drink."

As he spoke, Ye Feng lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp, his face flushed—whether from excitement or the alcohol rushing to his cheeks, it was hard to tell.

"Today we're just shooting the breeze, why bring up all these heavy topics? Come on, let's drink," he said.

Ye Ling also smiled and raised his glass. Ye Jianwen, who was delighted, drank a few more glasses, then stood up and went back inside to chat with Wang Shufen.

Only the brothers Ye Ling and Ye Feng remained in the courtyard, chatting about everything under the sun.

At that moment, Ye Feng's phone rang. He glanced at it, saw it was from his girlfriend, and quickly answered with a smile on his face.

But before he could speak, he heard his girlfriend's soft voice pleading for help from the other end of the phone, and then the call suddenly disconnected.

Ye Feng was immediately stunned, and Ye Ling also frowned. Could something serious have happened?

"No, I must rush back to the city right away. I think An Ting is in trouble."

Ye Feng stood up hastily, looking anxious. Ye Ling also rose, patting Ye Feng's shoulder.

"Don't panic. I'll go with you. Just don't let Uncle Four see there's a problem; otherwise, he'll worry all night."

Saying this, Ye Ling returned inside to inform Wang Shufen and Ye Jianwen that he and his cousin were stepping out to see a friend.

They didn't take Ye Feng's car. Instead, Ye Ling drove Mo Xing's Jeep Wrangler at breakneck speed towards the city.

Hansen Hotel, a five-star luxury hotel, was hosting a banquet tonight for senior officials visiting from the Imperial Capital. All the good-looking female staff from the bureau were summoned by their superiors to accompany and drink with the guests.

An Ting was one of them—slender and pretty, she had always been the goddess in many people's eyes. This time, she was specifically arranged by her superior to accompany and drink with a leader from the Imperial Capital.

But An Ting, who wasn't good at holding her liquor, was already confused from being force-fed alcohol by a leader old enough to be her father.

The leader, lecherous and with rough hands, was inappropriately touching her everywhere. An Ting couldn't bear it any longer. She had just called her boyfriend, unsure whether it would help or not.

"An Ting, spend the night with me, and I'll promote you. How does that sound?"

Blinded by lust, the old man's hands became even more aggressive. Unable to withstand it anymore, An Ting pushed away the lecherous man clinging to her.

With a thud, the old man accidentally fell to the ground, and the initially harmonious banquet suddenly fell silent.

"An Ting! What are you doing! What's this mess you've made? Why did you push a leader to the ground?"

"You've got some nerve! If the leader is hurt, just wait and see how I'll deal with you!"

The old man also got up off the floor, his face ashen with anger, staring at the defiant An Ting, grinding his teeth.

"An Ting, is it just because I refused your company tonight you got angry? Let me tell you, I am not just anybody. Women like you who flirt around—I have no interest in them."

"Moreover, this is a matter of principle. Don't even think about it—the level of your position is determined by your work attitude, not by any underhanded means!"

An Ting was taken aback. She couldn't believe this old man had the audacity to twist right from wrong, and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of injustice, her eyes welling up with tears.