Chapter 442 - 441: I Am Your Grandpa

Chapter 442: Chapter 441: I Am Your Grandpa

The young man kicked Su Mei to the ground and looked down at her, speaking arrogantly.

"Do you have any idea what kind of shoes these are? They’re custom Prada, let me tell you. This pair costs over a hundred thousand! You tried wiping my shoes with your sleeve? You’ll just get them filthy!"

"Then what do you want me to do?" Su Mei said helplessly, looking up at the young man.

A man in a red jacket behind the young man sneered at Su Mei. "Lick them clean for our boss!"

Su Mei’s face went pale with anger. "You’ve gone too far!"

The man in the jacket let out a cold laugh. "So what if I’m fucking bullying you? What are you gonna do about it? You’re just some hick from the countryside. You got a problem with that?"

The other young men behind him burst into laughter.

Standing behind them, Ye Tianwen was also fuming. If his meridians weren’t blocked, preventing him from using his True Qi, he would have beaten these punks to a pulp.

Su Mei looked at Ye Tianwen and said through gritted teeth, "Call our son! Let him come here and get us justice!"

"Hahaha..." The moment Su Mei’s words fell, the man in the red jacket erupted in wild laughter.

"A hick like you thinks you can call for backup against us? Do you have any idea who our boss is? Let me tell you, he’s Li Zhe, son of Li Yun, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works!

"You, a hick, think your son can come and back you up? You’ve got some fucking nerve!

"Go on, go on! Tell us what your son does for a living. Let’s see if you can scare us."

Someone from the back chimed in, "What could the son of a hick like this possibly do? He’s probably scrubbing toilets for someone, hahaha..."

The men in the back once again erupted in wild laughter.

Hearing them insult her son so viciously, Su Mei grew frantic. "You’re talking nonsense! My son isn’t a toilet scrubber! His name is Ye Feng..."

"Hahaha..." Before Su Mei could finish, the man in the red jacket howled with laughter. "So his name is Ye Feng? Does that mean he can’t scrub toilets? It wouldn’t matter if his name was God himself..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the man in the suit—Li Zhe—cut him off. He stared at Su Mei and asked urgently, "What does your son do?"

"He says... he’s the Prince..." Su Mei said, glaring at the man in the suit.

In an instant, the man in the suit and his cronies froze, as if struck by lightning.

’Heavens, we actually provoked the parents of Ye Feng, that Demon King! Are we courting death? Do we have a death wish?’

The man in the suit turned deathly pale, his entire body trembling.

’Who was Ye Feng? He was the kind of person who could order the extermination of an entire clan—even those of the highest-ranking officials in the government—with a single word. What right did the son of a mere Vice Minister have to act so arrogant before his family?’

He couldn’t bear it any longer. With a THUD, he dropped to his knees in front of Su Mei and began kowtowing, begging for his life.

"Great Ancestress! It was my fault, I was blind to have offended you! I’m kneeling, I’m kowtowing, I’m begging for your forgiveness! Please, please don’t hold this against me! Just let me go, treat me like I’m nothing but air! I’m begging you, I’m begging!"

The man in the jacket and the others scrambled to their knees as well, kowtowing relentlessly.

Their foreheads were split open and bleeding freely, but none of them dared to stop.

Seeing them finally get what they deserved, Su Mei felt a sense of vindication. However, being kind-hearted, she didn’t want to torment them further. She waved her hand dismissively.

"Don’t go around throwing your weight and bullying people anymore. Because in this world, there will always be someone more powerful than you. Now go!"

"Thank you, Great Ancestress! We’ve learned our lesson! We’ll never dare to do it again!" As if granted a pardon from the emperor himself, the man in the suit and his cronies scrambled away in a panic.

Su Mei looked at Ye Tianwen next to her, a wide smile on her face. "Just saying Ye Feng’s name is that effective. Your son has really made something of himself!"

This time, Ye Tianwen didn’t argue back. Instead, he puffed out his chest with pride.

’Why would I argue with that? Praising my son is as good as praising myself!’

The two of them left the shopping district and soon arrived at the entrance to the Wind Chasing Group.

Su Mei gazed at the magnificent office building before them, nodding in approval. "To own such a massive building in the heart of the Imperial Capital, where every inch of land is worth a fortune... this really speaks to the company’s power, and to our daughter-in-law’s competence!"

The words were barely out of her mouth when a man in a security guard uniform walked straight up to them. His eyes swept over their simple, almost shabby, clothing, and a flash of contempt crossed his face.

He spoke to them in a gruff, nasty tone.

"What are you two doing, skulking around here? Get lost! We don’t allow vagrants on the premises!"

Su Mei quickly explained, "Sir, we’re not vagrants. We’re here to see someone."

"Who are you looking for?" the guard asked.

"We’re looking for your company president, Xiao Yufei," Ye Tianwen said politely. "I’m her father-in-law, you see..."

"Yeah, and I’m your daddy!" Before he could finish, the guard shot back. "You old geezer, you look harmless, but you’re just another moron spouting nonsense. It’s bad enough you want to sneak in and pick through the trash, but now you’re trying to claim you’re related to our president? You got a death wish or something?

"Get the hell out of here, or I’ll fucking beat you to death!"

He raised the rubber baton in his hand, preparing to bring it down on Ye Tianwen.

Just then, a Maserati roared to a stop beside them, its driver having noticed the commotion. A stunningly beautiful woman stepped out of the car.

It was Nangong Xue.