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“Xiaoyue…” Old Master Yang was trembling, as though he had taken a vicious slap to the face. His face pale and his hands trembled so violently to the point his walking stick fell onto the floor.

Thud!

Despite Old Master Yang’s blurry eyes, there was a clear shock and excitement as he reached out his trembling hands to Cheng Anya.

As Ye Chen looked at Old Master Yang with a smile that seemed to imply otherwise, his lips curled into a cryptic smile and his gaze emanated a diabolic look.

Burn!

Burn! Burn!

You were nowhere near a ten-thousandth of me when you were at my age!

All that you have done unto me in the past years, I will slowly but surely return the favor to you. Ten-thousand fold!

Cheng Anya’s heart thudded and she tilted her head in Ye Chen’s direction. Anya saw a vicious hatred swept past Ye Chen’s lips and felt a chill down her back.

“Old Master Yang, you must have mistaken me for somebody else. I am…”

“Grandpa, what is wrong with you?” Yang Zekun was drawn by Old Master Yang’s walking stick dropping. Old Master Yang wised up to the situation and retracted all his emotions.

As the moment zipped past, all the emotions in the previous moments seemed like an illusion to Anya.

As Ye Chen slowly knelt down and picked Old Master Yang’s cane, he squinted and then raised his head, a gentle and modest smile on his face. This was typical of the Third Master Ye’s elegance.

Such demeanor.

“Old Master, your walking stick.”

Old Master Yang took over the cane from Ye Chen and seemed as though nothing had happened. His gaze toward Ye Chen, however, contained a shred of unpredictability as he tapped Yang Zekun’s shoulder and said, “Zekun, all is fine. My hand slipped earlier.”

Cheng Anya was surprised but kept to herself. Ye Chen seemingly tapped the Rose Tear in front of Anya and said, “Old Master Yang must have been surprised to see the Rose Tear necklace.”

Yang Zekun gathered his thoughts and wondered why he was seeing the Rose Tear. What could it mean? The Rose Tear necklace once took the world by storm. Old Master Yang once commented that the designer behind the Rose Tear necklace must have been a gentle and affectionate girl.

Later did he learn that the designer of the necklace was actually Ye Chen.

Old Master Yang simply smiled and did not say much.

Apart from its appearance at the 50th-anniversary banquet of MBS Enterprise, the Rose Tear necklace rarely appeared in public. What was Ye Chen trying to drive at?

Zekun suspected that his grandfather had allowed Ye Chen to have his way one too much.

“It is indeed surprising that the Rose Tear is Ye Chen’s one and only masterpiece. Such a precious necklace to make an appearance at my banquet is indeed properly surprisingly,” Old Master Yang said as he looked at Ye Chen. “You surely are graceful and patient toward me.”

Old Master Yang’s face did not flinch even as he said the sentence begrudgingly.

“Am I?” Ye Chen asked as he hugged Anya by the waist and pulled her toward him. Such was the intimacy between them as their looks complemented that of each other. “A gem to go with a beauty. Ms. Cheng is the most important person to me and she is worthy of this necklace!”

As soon as Ye Chen spoke, Yang Zekun’s gaze sank and became solemn. Cheng Anya remained silent while standing indifferently beside Ye Chen.