Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 632: Song Xuan’s Thoughts

"Aunt, what's going on?" Ye Fei answered the call, keeping his tone neutral since the girls were nearby. Internally, he wondered: Didn't I satisfy her enough yesterday?

Liu Fengyi's voice was uncharacteristically serious. "Ye Fei, did you beat up a young man surnamed Zhang yesterday?"

"Yeah," Ye Fei replied casually. "How'd you hear about it?"

"It's complicated. Get over here. His father wants to 'discuss' it with you." Liu Fengyi was annoyed. The entitled bureau chief had stormed into her office, accusing her of nepotism before even explaining the situation. She figured it was best to let Ye Fei handle the hothead himself.

After hanging up, Ye Fei turned to the girls. "Head home. I need to go to Wanghai Tower."

"Trouble?" Ye Yunqi asked, eyes sparkling with excitement. She loved watching her brother flex his influence.

"Just some bureau chief's son I smacked around yesterday. His dad wants to whine about it." Ye Fei shrugged.

Ye Yunqi looked thrilled. Lin Ling, however, bit her lip. "Will it cause problems?"

"Nah. Just a small-time Commerce Bureau chief." Ye Fei gently pinched her worried cheek.

"Stop bullshitting!" Song Ci snapped, disappointed her chance to see Ye Fei humiliated was slipping away. As a fellow "privileged" kid, she knew a petty official couldn't touch him.

"What's it to you? Not like I'm bullshitting your business!" Ye Fei shot back.

True to her bold nature, Song Ci stepped forward. "Try it! I dare you to blow hot air my way!"

"Not worth my time." Ye Fei retreated, striding toward the school gates as Song Ci smirked in victory.

At Wanghai Tower, the guards—sharp enough to remember yesterday's visit—waved Ye Fei through. He took the elevator to the penthouse, where Liu Fengyi waited. To his surprise, the aggrieved "Director Zhang" hadn't arrived yet. Even more unexpected was the presence of Deputy Mayor Song Xuan, who'd "assisted" him yesterday.

"Aunt," Ye Fei greeted Liu Fengyi sweetly, then nodded at Song Xuan. "Aunt Song."

"You two know each other?" Liu Fengyi raised an eyebrow.

"We met yesterday," Ye Fei said innocently. "Aunt Song kindly let me in to see you."

Hypocrite! Song Xuan seethed internally, cheeks flushing as Ye Fei's gaze lingered on her hips. She'd spent a sleepless night haunted by dreams of him—a first in her two decades of disciplined adulthood.

Her participation today was pure self-sabotage. The moment she'd heard about Ye Fei's clash with Director Zhang, she'd rushed over, driven by an irrational fear for this cocky brat who'd disrupted her icy composure.

Liu Fengyi, sensing tension, grinned. "How serendipitous! Ye Fei, get closer to Aunt Song. She'll help if I'm unavailable."

Closer? To this pervy kid? Never! Song Xuan glared daggers but held her tongue.

The door slammed open. A middle-aged man stormed in, barking, "Mayor Liu! Where's your nephew? I demand justice!"

Ye Fei's smile vanished. "I'm Ye Fei."

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Director Zhang's face twisted. "You're the bastard who hurt my son? You've got a death wish!"

Before anyone could react, Ye Fei's foot snapped the man's left leg into a grotesque angle—a carbon copy of his son's injury.

Song Xuan stared, stunned. She'd expected arrogance from the Zhang family's lackey, not this brutal efficiency. Yet watching the crony writhe in agony, she felt an illicit thrill.

As satisfying as it was to watch, Song Xuan couldn't let Ye Fei and Liu Fengyi provoke the Zhang family. When Ye Fei advanced toward the writhing bureau chief, she shoved aside her conflicted feelings and grabbed his arm. "Ye Fei, enough!"

Ye Fei's killing intent simmered. No one disrespected his aunt and walked away unscathed. But Song Xuan's intervention gave him pause. He turned to her, waiting for an explanation.

Under his intense gaze, the usually unflappable deputy mayor faltered. She averted her eyes, her voice barely steady. "He's connected to the Zhangs."

"The Zhangs?" Liu Fengyi cut in coolly. "As in your fiancé's family?"

Song Xuan's jaw tightened. The engagement—a political arrangement between the Song and Zhang clans—was a shackle she'd never accepted. Still, she nodded. "He's a distant relative."

Liu Fengyi's smile turned icy. She'd tolerated Song Xuan's growing attachment to Ye Fei, but this was different. The Zhangs' lackey had crossed a line. "A distant relative thinks he can bark at my door? How quaint."

Ye Fei cracked his knuckles, unimpressed. "Zhang or not, he's still a dog. Dogs need training."

Song Xuan stepped between them, frustration boiling over. "This isn't about pride! The Zhangs have eyes everywhere. If you break their toy, they'll send a real threat next!"

Liu Fengyi raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about his safety, Song Xuan?"

The deputy mayor froze. Her cheeks burned. Since he invaded my dreams. Since I started questioning everything. She swallowed the confession, opting for cold pragmatism. "I care about stability. A war with the Zhangs benefits no one."

Ye Fei studied her—the flicker of panic in her eyes, the way her fingers trembled against his arm. He smirked. "Relax, Aunt Song. I'll play nice… for now."

He crouched beside the whimpering bureaucrat, his voice a velvet threat. "Tell your masters: My aunt's patience has limits. Next time, I won't stop at legs."

Ye Fei's anger flared hotter at Song Xuan's admission. "So I'm supposed to spare him for your sake now?" His tone turned icy, even dropping her informal title.

"I—" Song Xuan's voice faltered. Frustration tightened her chest. The Zhangs were a top-tier Beijing family—crossing them meant political suicide. Yet here she was, protecting these reckless fools who dismissed her efforts.

The wounded bureau chief seized the moment. Gritting through his shattered leg, he snarled, "You think you're untouchable, brat? I'll make you beg before this ends. And you, Liu Fengyi—" His bloodshot eyes raked over her with vile hunger. "—I'll ruin you."

Ye Fei ignored the ranting man, his glare locked on Song Xuan. "Well, Deputy Mayor Song? Your call." The title dripped with contempt. To him, the Zhangs were insects—crushable with a flick.

Song Xuan exhaled sharply. "Do what you want." Fine. Let them burn bridges. But I'll shield Liu Fengyi regardless. Even if it meant entertaining her detestable fiancé's advances.

Ye Fei's jaw twitched in approval. He hauled the sneering bureaucrat up by his collar and marched to the rooftop's edge. No theatrics, no final words—just a casual toss into the void. The man's scream cut short as pavement met flesh 300 feet below.

Song Xuan gasped, hand clapped over her mouth. Madness! The Zhangs will retaliate with fire!

Unfazed, Ye Fei pulled out his phone. "Terminate the son. Restrain the family." His orders to the Lingyun Society lieutenant were casual, as if scheduling a grocery run.

Watching him erase lives with a snap of his fingers, Song Xuan's fear melted into grim awe. This was the Ye Fei of legend—ruthless, decisive, magnetic in his brutality. Last night's dream suddenly felt less absurd.

"We've got private matters, Deputy Mayor." Ye Fei's dismissal was curt. In his mind, she'd betrayed him by tolerating the Zhangs' existence.

Song Xuan stiffened. "For the record," she said, voice trembling, "I never wanted this marriage. That man was their watchdog, not my ally." She fled before her composure cracked, heels clacking hollowly down the emergency stairwell.

Liu Fengyi watched her go, guilt gnawing at her. She leaned into Ye Fei's chest with a sigh. "We misjudged her."

Ye Fei said nothing. His eyes tracked Song Xuan's retreating figure through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Mine, some primal part of him growled. Even if she doesn't know it yet.