闪电算

No sooner had these words left his mouth than a sudden loud bang echoed in the silent night, flames skyrocketing. Shocked, Xia Wealth sat up abruptly in his bed, “What’s going on?”

The guard quivered on the phone: “Sir… Miss Ye holds a rocket launcher. She fired straight at the manor gate after hearing what you said.”

The gate, already damaged not long ago by Miss Ye with her car, was now completely ruined. Yet, with Ye Junqing’s bodyguard standing nearby, the gatekeeper didn’t dare to raise a word of protest.

Ye Xingguang found firing the rocket launcher thrilling, she didn’t expect such a powerful weapon in Ye Junqing’s vehicle.

Just as the iron gate was blown away, eleven showy and ostentatious Rolls-Royce cars sped into the Xia Family’s villa.

By the time the Xia family of four gathered in the living room in the midst of yawning, Ye Junqing was already sitting in the living room of Dawson’s Villa, leisurely sipping his tea. Ye Xingguang, however, was not there; she was commanded to stay in the car and reflect on her actions.

Ye Xingguang was sulking. What was there to reflect about? She hadn’t done anything wrong. Her only mistake was caring too much about his opinion.

With a sulky gaze, she couldn’t help but turn her eyes towards the living room of Dawson’s Villa. She wondered what the big tumour planned to do to get justice for her.

Chopping Xia Yanyan into fish sauce wouldn’t even ease the hatred in her heart!

Inside the Xia Family’s living room.

With his nightgown still on, Xia Wealth stomped downstairs, fuming: “Ye Junqing, you’re crossing the line! Trespassing into my manor in the middle of the night and even daring to blast my gate with a rocket launcher! Do you know who gifted this mansion to us, the Xias? Do you dare to blast it?”

Ye Junqing, long-legged and laid back on the couch, didn’t even bother to lift an eyelid to Xia Wealth’s rant, only clinked his teacup when he heard Xia Ye Zhao descending the stairs.

A faint sound, yet it seemed like a heavy bomb, hitting hard on the hearts of the Xia family.

Ye Junqing was nonchalant when calm, but when irritated, he was a fearful sight. Everyone in the Xia family, except for Xia Ye Zhao, found it hard to bear.

Xia Ye Zhao had also heard about his mansion’s gate getting blown up. His face was unpleasant too: “Ye Junqing, what are you up to?”

“What am I up to? I want to ask you, what did you do to my woman to make her run out crying from your house?”

In this house, the only person who could upset Little Mermaid and make her cry was Xia Ye Zhao and nobody else.

If Ye Junqing wouldn’t square things with Xia Ye Zhao, then who else?

Remembering Ye Xingguang’s tearful call for her ‘brother’ as she left, Xia Ye Zhao felt his emotions stir.

In fact, he had not slept soundly the whole night, his mind filled with that single call for ‘brother’.

Throughout the night, he had people investigate Ye Xingguang’s family background. Discovering that her surname was neither the same as his father’s nor his mother’s, the record stated that she was adopted.

Then, he watched her performance at the Presidential banquet, her soprano singing, far beyond any human range. Even Yanyan couldn’t compete. However, he remembered an occasion from his childhood when his little sister had hidden away and vented her dissatisfaction by singing.

Xia Ye Zhao knew that his little sister’s vocal range was higher than Yanyan’s.

Though his sister was only six when she left, he was hard-pressed to imagine what a twenty-two-year-old her would look like. yet the moment he laid his eyes on Ye Xingguang, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Combined with the various hints, the answer was apparent.

He was almost certain that Ye Xingguang was his sister… Qiongqiong!