Yang Yunrong was certainly not insane; if he were a madman, how would the head of the Yang family dare place him in such a high position?

Snatching a guest—this matter was neither huge nor insignificant. Zhao Yunting had not risen to his current status within a mere thirty years by being rash. He would absolutely not fall out with the Yang family over this incident.

It was precisely because Yang Yunrong understood this point that he relied on his status to intercept Zhong Yun.

“You are Yunqi’s second brother?” Zhong Yun suddenly spoke, his body involuntarily sitting straighter.

“Yunqi?” Yang Yunrong looked at him again. “She even told you that? It seems your relationship is indeed extraordinary.”

Zhong Yun managed an unnatural smile. He had dated a few times before, but he had never met the other party’s family, and for a moment, he didn't know how to handle the situation.

Moreover, this brotherly figure before him did not look like someone easy to get along with.

“We are just ordinary friends,” Zhong Yun explained, feeling his words were quite honest. Other than holding her hand (see Chapter 018 for details), he hadn't touched her anywhere else.

“Indeed, ordinary friends,” Yang Yunrong said with a half-smile, laying heavy emphasis on the word ordinary.

Zhong Yun blinked, choosing to feign ignorance. Liu Yunqi had once discussed her family with him, mentioning that her second brother had a rather peculiar temperament and was difficult to deal with.

Now it seemed Yunqi had anticipated this day and given him the necessary warning beforehand.

Zhong Yun asked, “May I ask Second Yang… Young Master. What business do you have with me?”

He had initially intended to call him “Second Brother” to sound familiar. He suddenly recalled Yunqi’s warning: her second brother detested people trying to cozy up to him. If called the wrong thing, he could make you look like a fool on the spot. He preferred to be called “Second Young Master Yang.”

“I was simply curious. I wanted to see with my own eyes what the person who makes my sister care so much looks like. Now I’ve seen. I’m leaving.”

Saying this, Yang Yunrong stood up and walked toward the door. He suddenly turned back. “Oh, right. My sister seemed to need something from you.” With that, he pushed the door open and walked out.

Following behind Yang Yunrong was a grim-faced Fei Yingming. As he left, he shot Zhong Yun a final look, the chilling coldness within making one shudder involuntarily.

Zhong Yun sank back onto the sofa, propping his chin in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, his index finger tapping lightly.

A moment later, the door was pushed open again, and another woman dressed as a flight attendant entered. “Sir, your chartered flight is ready.”

“Chartered flight?” Zhong Yun was taken aback.

“A gentleman named Yang arranged it for you.”

A sweet smile bloomed on the flight attendant’s face as she subtly sized up the young man. To her eyes, the ordinary-looking Zhong Yun possessed an extraordinary charisma.

Yang Yunrong’s generosity was truly lavish; the chartered flight he provided for Zhong Yun was incredibly luxurious. Being the sole passenger on such a massive aircraft—that feeling was simply too **.

The cabin was decorated in sumptuous elegance, with vast space enough for Zhong Yun to play basketball. In the center sat a gigantic bed; it looked more like a lavish presidential suite than a cabin.

Zhong Yun sat on the top-tier sofa, sipping a top-shelf liquor, with a smiling, top-tier flight attendant beside him, and premium incense burning on the table.

This was, undeniably, top-tier enjoyment.

Zhong Yun sighed internally at the decadence of the wealthy while indulging in such a ** lifestyle.

His thoughts drifted to Yang Yunrong. In what way did he seem like the type of person meticulous enough to arrange a private charter for someone? Did he truly believe he was his sister's boyfriend?

Thinking of this, a flicker of warmth ignited in Zhong Yun’s heart.

“You can leave now. I wish to rest for a while,” Zhong Yun said to the flight attendant nearby.

Watching the attendant’s graceful silhouette vanish through the doorway, Zhong Yun pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Hello?”

…………

At Airport, in the top-floor lounge.

“The décor here is too tacky. I suppose I’ll have to find someone to renovate it.”

Yang Yunrong remarked.

This lounge was the most exclusive in the entire building, naturally furnished with every luxury imaginable.

“It is indeed quite vulgar,” Fei Yingming agreed with a smile.

Yang Yunrong looked up at him and said, “When my sister was little, maybe six or seven years old…”

His topic shifted so drastically that Fei Yingming almost couldn't keep up, but hearing him speak of his sister made his heart leap with joy.

Yang Yunrong was actually telling him about his sister’s childhood—what did that imply?

With this thought, Fei Yingming listened intently.

“She was exceptionally smart even as a child, not mischievous, and so cute. The whole family adored her.”

Fei Yingming couldn’t help but nod, imagining the appearance of Liu Yunqi as a little girl.

“One time, she saw a doll in an advertisement and desperately wanted it, so she tried to make one herself. Imagine, how old was she then? The cloth doll she made was a horrifying mess.”

At this point, Yang Yunrong chuckled, seemingly recalling the image of his little sister clumsily crafting the doll.

“Later, my eldest brother couldn’t stand it and paid out of his own pocket to buy her that exact doll. Unexpectedly, she didn’t even glance at it, just clutched the one she had made.”

“Then, the boys from the Third Branch came over to play, saw Yunqi holding that ugly doll, and started mocking her. Yunqi got very angry and began arguing with them.”

At this moment, the smile vanished from Yang Yunrong’s face, and his fair complexion took on a brooding cast.

“Next, those boys snatched Yunqi’s doll and tore it to shreds. Yunqi’s beloved doll was destroyed, and she cried heartbrokenly.”

He paused here, raising his eyes to look at Fei Yingming. “Guess what happened to those boys afterward?”

Fei Yingming’s heart skipped a beat. He sensed an indescribable ambiguity in Yang Yunrong’s expression and asked, “What happened to them?”

“Later, my eldest brother and I found them and gave them a beating. After that, we were grounded for half a year.”

Though Yang Yunrong spoke of it casually, Fei Yingming felt a chill run down his spine. When Liu Yunqi was six or seven, he would have only been eleven or twelve. For such a childish brawl to result in a half-year confinement?

He swallowed hard and asked, “Those boys must have been badly beaten by you two.”

Yang Yunrong smiled, revealing his white teeth. “They were seriously injured. However, my brother and I exercised restraint; none of them died.”

Fei Yingming felt his back instantly dampen with cold sweat. He understood the implication hidden in Yang Yunrong’s words: not dead? It was likely that living was more agonizing than dying.

Even with advanced medicine today, certain fields remained largely unexplored; some body parts or organs, once damaged, could never be healed.

For example, the brain—you could replace a kidney, but could you replace a brain? The spine—you could affix a metal bone, but could you install a metal spine?

Fei Yingming considered himself a ruthless man, having certainly taken lives before, but those were only powerless minor figures; killing them was that.

But to lay hands on members of the other branches of the Fei family? He wouldn't dare, even with ten times the courage. He was, after all, the direct grandson of the current Family Head.

The family rules were strict; this was no idle talk. Fratricide among kin was arguably the gravest offense, one his own father could not shoulder, let alone him.

A great family was not ruled by the Family Head alone.

He couldn't imagine the tremendous price Yang Bingchang must have paid back then to protect his two sons.

“I don’t care what my Yunqi likes or loves. But if anyone dares to make her unhappy, I will never let them go.”

Yang Yunrong stared intensely at him.

In that instant, Fei Yingming felt as if he had plunged into an ice cellar.