I Don't Want To Be A Young Master

"As long as I can open my eyes and see you again, I won't be in pain anymore. Don't look for a doctor, I'm fine. Right, are you okay?"    

Chen Yu Rou shook her head: "What can I do, how do you know to worry about me, and not care about your own situation. The doctor said that it is possible that his brain will be damaged, you are such a smart person, what if it really hurts?"    

She was about to say something to him, but in the next moment, she saw that Ye Feng had fallen asleep again.    

"Sigh, it's really me. He just woke up, so he shouldn't talk so much nonsense with him. Ye Feng? Are you asleep? "    

She tentatively asked, afraid that Ye Feng wasn't sleeping, but had fainted again. This time, she was truly frightened.    

At this time, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes.    

"Yurou, I'm tired, so I need to rest first …"    

Chen Yurou quickly tucked him in, afraid that he would feel cold. Ye Feng fell asleep with some drops on his hands. Chen Yurou quietly watched over him for the whole night, not daring to even blink.    

The next morning, when Ye Feng woke up, he felt much better. The droplets on his hands were still moving. Chen Yurou must be tired and fell asleep on the bed.    

Ye Feng tried to move his body. Although his head was still aching, getting off the bed was no problem. Just as Ye Feng was about to cover Chen Yu Rou, someone knocked on the door of the ward.    

This frightened Chen Yu Rou so much that she hastily opened her eyes. Just as Ye Feng was about to open the door, he quickly stood up and helped her lie down.    

"Hubby, you're still a patient. How can you walk around casually? I'll open the door."    

"Who are you?" When she opened the door, she found a few strangers standing outside.    

"Excuse me, is the patient staying here called Ye Feng?"    

At this time, the other men stepped aside, an amiable looking old man holding a walking stick appeared before Chen Yurou's eyes. A faint smile hung on his face, giving off a feeling of intimacy.    

"Old mister, I don't think we know you?" As for the few people that appeared out of nowhere, Chen Yurou remained vigilant.    

"Miss, I'm Wang Fan's father. I heard that he injured someone, so I specially came to visit."    

Hearing that he was Wang Fan's father, the influence he had earlier was greatly reduced.    

Saying that, he waved his hand, and the few people beside him walked past Chen Yu Rou and placed the things they brought into the ward.    

Chen Yurou was rather dissatisfied with his actions.    

"Old mister, why are you like this? I haven't even agreed to let you enter."    

The old man smiled, "I'm really sorry. My son injured you. These things are just a token of our goodwill. Right, can I go in for a while?"    

Just as Chen Yu Rou was about to reject him, Ye Feng rushed to speak first.    

"Yurou, let them in."    

The old man limped in, leaning on his walking stick. Ye Feng's first impression of him was that although he had a benevolent look on his face, there was a hidden dagger in his smile.    

"You are Ye Feng?"    

The old man glanced at him. Although a cold light flashed in his eyes, it still caused Ye Feng to be shocked.    

Ye Feng was thinking, although he had seen all kinds of big scenes before, but this was still the first time he had seen someone who could make people feel fear just by looking at him.    

"Thank you for your concern, old mister. I am Ye Feng." After comprehending his gaze, Ye Feng couldn't help but be on guard. This time, he came to the Shanghai market alone, and something happened to him, so he would be fine.    

"Young man, you don't have to be afraid. I, Wang Hu, have always been one to differentiate between kindness and grievance. I've already asked about Wang Fan, and have learned the whole story." Young man, you don't have to be afraid, I, Wang Hu, have always been one to differentiate between kindness and hatred.    

Ye Feng carefully observed the expression on his face, unable to guess the meaning behind his words.    

"Old Mr. Wang, since we are both at fault in this matter, why don't we just let it be? I won't pursue his criminal responsibility. Please restrain him and stop bothering my wife. I don't want this to happen again."    

Ye Feng had always understood the principle of not suppressing a dragon and a snake. Since he had just arrived and was still unclear about the situation, it would be best for him not to offend anyone.    

It didn't matter if he was at a disadvantage, but the most important thing was that Chen Yu Rou absolutely could not be at a disadvantage.    

When the old man heard that his son was pestering another person's wife, he immediately became embarrassed.    

"I'm really sorry, I apologize for my son. This way, I will cover all the medical expenses you have in the hospital and give you a hundred thousand yuan for mental loss. It's nice to talk to you, I know how to conduct myself."    

"Old mister, thank you very much for your kind intentions."    

Chen Yurou did not quite understand, why Ye Feng became so courteous when he spoke, this was completely not his style. Only after Mr. Wang left did Chen Yurou touch his face.    

"No fever?"    

Ye Feng found it funny, "Yurou, what are you doing?"    

Chen Yu Rou looked at him in puzzlement: "I was just about to ask what you want to do? Why did you let Wang Fan off so easily? He beat you up so badly that you should lock him up for a few more days. Wouldn't it be too easy for you to let him off just like this? "    

Ye Feng held her hand. "Forget it, it's better to avoid trouble. Moreover, I think Wang Fan's father is not a simple person. Did he just say his name is Wang Hu?" Where did I hear that name? Bring me my phone number, I'll get someone to ask. "    

The first person that Ye Feng thought of was Qiu Tian. Qiu Tian was a local at Shanghai, so he was very familiar with both people and matters at Shanghai. The phone only rang once before it connected.    

"Hey, Boss Ye, where have you gotten rich recently? Why did you suddenly think of me?"    

When he received Ye Feng's call, he knew that the God of Fortune had come to visit him. The matter of buying shares last time had made him a huge profit, and he had been trying to find an opportunity to work with Ye Feng again. He did not go to Ye Feng first, but instead, Ye Feng had delivered himself to the door.    

"Boss Qiu, I'm calling because I want to ask you about someone." Ye Feng said with a calm face.    

"Who?" Who do you want to know? It's not that I, Qiu Tian, am bragging, but as long as you can give me your name, I will be able to find out the names of all eighteen generations of his ancestors. " Qiu Tian couldn't help but brag when it came to inquiring about people.    

"Wang Hu, do you know?" Ye Feng ignored him and continued.    

"…" The other party was stunned for a moment.