The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 659

Time stood still, and the scene slowed down.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Ye Chenfeng stared unblinkingly at the man and woman in front of him, and they too stared back without blinking.

Memories of his parents flooded his mind like a tide, violently bombarding every nerve in Ye Chenfeng’s brain. They say a man’s tears are not shed lightly, but in this moment Ye Chenfeng truly couldn’t hold back. His eyes slowly filled with tears, his breathing through his nose became slightly hurried, his emotions surged wildly, and his lips quivered slightly. He still found it hard to believe everything his eyes were seeing.

"Chenfeng?" the beautiful woman in her forties asked with a cry in her voice, her disbelief softening her question.

At this moment, Ye Chenfeng could be one hundred percent certain that the man and woman in front of him were his parents, Ye Donghua and Sun Meiqin. He took a couple of deep breaths, his throat slightly hoarse as he called out, "Dad, Mom."

Upon hearing Ye Chenfeng’s cry, Ye Donghua’s body shook violently, and when Sun Meiqin confirmed that the young man before her was indeed her son, she immediately ran up to Ye Chenfeng without any hesitation and embraced him tightly, with tears sliding non-stop from her eyes. Choking up, she said, "Chenfeng, it’s really you, it really is you. Mom thinks about you night and day, worrying whether you slept well, ate well, whether anyone has bullied you..."

Wrapped in his mother’s warm embrace, Ye Chenfeng felt like he was dreaming. He pinched his thigh hard, and when a clear sense of pain transmitted to his brain, he smiled with his lips, a smile so warm and tender, allowing Sun Meiqin to hold him.

Standing not far away, Ye Donghua secretly wiped the moisture from his eyes and walked over to Ye Chenfeng and Sun Meiqin, saying, "Meiqin, let go of the lad first. Don’t you want to ask him how he got to the Ancient Martial World?"

After letting go of Ye Chenfeng, Sun Meiqin gave Ye Donghua a glare and scolded, "Ye Donghua, are you still Chenfeng’s father? Is this how you act, raising such a fuss upon seeing your son?"

"Chenfeng, come with Mom, I have so much to tell you," Sun Meiqin said as she took Ye Chenfeng by the hand and walked forward, with Ye Donghua following behind the mother and son with a helpless smile.

Before leaving the garden, Ye Chenfeng spoke to Qin Yi, "Wait for me here, I’ll come to find you soon."

In the garden, Qin Yi and Chen Zijie stood there blankly, watching the figures of Ye Chenfeng and his family disappear from sight. Chen Zijie had been thinking about how he would explain the situation to Ye Donghua and Sun Meiqin, but who could have anticipated such a dramatic scene of mother and son recognition? Wasn’t this a bit too melodramatic?

After snapping back to reality, Chen Zijie gesticulated wildly at Qin Yi, "You rascal, spill the beans. Did you already know that your boss is our young lady’s son? Are you here just to mock me?"

Qin Yi said with a puzzled face, "Fatty, let me ask you something, what are the statuses of your young lady and young master within your Zhen Tian Sect?"

After seeing the puzzled look on Qin Yi’s face, Chen Zijie realized that Qin Yi was also unaware of Ye Chenfeng’s identity. Moreover, the reunion scene they had just witnessed was too touching, clearly a surprise meeting for both parties.

Chen Zijie said with an air of profundity, "Kid, you have just stepped in a huge pile of luck. My young lady is the Sect Leader’s eldest daughter of the Zhen Tian Sect, and the young master I mentioned is her husband. That is to say, your boss is our Sect Leader’s own grandson-in-law, and it seems that even if you wished to stay in the Zhen Tian Sect every day, it would be an effortless affair now."

After a long pause, Qin Yi muttered to himself, "So the boss has such a status in the Ancient Martial World? It seems that things have just gotten a lot simpler."

"By the way, Fatty, what do you mean by stepping in luck? Even without this status, everything about my boss is beyond your imagination," Qin Yi retorted with a curl of his lip.

"Come on, brother, don’t act modest after taking advantage," Chen Zijie slapped Qin Yi’s chest and said.

"Fatty, since I’m introducing my boss to you, don’t waste such a rare opportunity. Just look how far my strength has come," Qin Yi always considered Chen Zijie a good friend, so there was no need for him to hide his power.

"You’re still just at the High Grade of the Yellow Rank in strength, aren’t you? Even I have reached the Profound Rank..."

Chen Zijie’s words came to an abrupt halt, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at Qin Yi before him, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets because he clearly felt an oppressive force emanating from Qin Yi’s body, assaulting him. From this suffocating pressure, he could roughly guess that Qin Yi’s strength must have reached the Middle Grade of the Heaven Rank, right?

How is this possible? Isn’t this a bit too absurd?

In a daze, Chen Zijie said, "Give my face a hard pinch, I need to see if I’m dreaming."

Without any courtesy, Qin Yi pinched the fat on Chen Zijie’s face, causing him to inhale sharply from the pain and shout, "Ow, ow, it’s killing me, you little brat, can’t you be a bit gentler?"

Chen Zijie kept rubbing the fat on his face, and when he looked at Qin Yi again, he knew that everything in front of him was real. Qin Yi’s strength had indeed reached the Middle Grade of the Heaven Rank. He asked hurriedly, "Kid, how many piles of dog crap have you stepped on recently?"

"Fatty, do you know who healed the injury inside my body? It was my boss, my boss. Not only did he cure my injuries, but he also helped me regain my strength and assisted me in breaking through to the Peak of the Middle Grade of the Heaven Rank. I’m just one step away from entering the High Grade of the Heaven Rank. You fatty, I introduced my boss to you, and yet you were indifferent. Even if you had the luck of stepping on dog crap, you wouldn’t get it!" Qin Yi said with sheer pride when he mentioned his boss.

"Qin Yi, is everything you said true?" Chen Zijie swallowed and asked.

"Believe it or not, that’s up to you. Don’t you see my strength right in front of you?" Qin Yi replied irritably.

Chen Zijie immediately put on a flattering expression and said, "Xiao Yi, we’re good brothers, aren’t we? I underestimated your boss earlier. When you introduce me to your boss later, I, Chen Zijie, swear that as long as your boss is willing to take me as his follower, I’d go through fire and water for the boss without hesitation."

While Qin Yi and Chen Zijie were chatting idly in the garden, Sun Meiqin took Ye Chenfeng to her room.

The room was decorated in a very retro style. After having Ye Chenfeng sit down, Sun Meiqin said, "Chenfeng, I’ve let you suffer. You must have thought I was no longer alive, right? It’s not that your dad and I didn’t want to go back to the Ye family; we had our difficulties."

Ye Chenfeng nodded and comforted her, "Mom, I’m fine, I really am. I’m so happy to see you."

"Chenfeng, how did you come to the Ancient Martial World? How is the Ye family doing now? Are you still causing trouble for your grandfather? And has Dongjian found someone yet?" Standing by, Ye Donghua bombarded him with a series of questions.

"Dad, the Ye family is doing well now, and I’m not causing trouble for grandpa anymore. My uncle is married too." Ye Chenfeng wasn’t at all annoyed by Ye Donghua’s questions, answering them one by one because in his memories, Ye Donghua was an image of a strict father; a kind of strict love that represented a father’s care.

Listening to Ye Chenfeng’s organized answers, Sun Meiqin and Ye Donghua exchanged glances. Only then did they remember that their son used to suffer from panic attacks. Sun Meiqin quickly took Ye Chenfeng’s hand and asked, "Chenfeng, is your illness cured?"

Ye Chenfeng replied, "Mom and Dad, don’t worry, my panic disorder is completely cured."

Ye Chenfeng wasn’t in a hurry to ask his parents how they ended up in the Ancient Martial World; he was just casually chatting with them for now.

Sun Meiqin once again pulled Ye Chenfeng into her embrace and said, "It’s truly a blessing from the heavens! My son’s illness is healed."

Feeling Sun Meiqin’s motherly love, Ye Chenfeng thought to himself, "It’s so good to have parents." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)