The dinner was enjoyable and savory; indeed, having a table full of people sharing a meal is what truly gives it flavor—this is the essence of a characteristic Chinese home-cooked dinner.

After eating their fill, Yang Yi noticed that only he and Xia Tian remained in the living room and said lightly, “Uncle, regarding today’s matter, I wanted to ask for...”

“Heh heh, Xiao Yi, don't say another word. I didn't see or hear anything that happened today, you can rest assured about that. Though I might just be a rough man, I have an eye for judging people,” before Yang Yi could finish, Xia Tian gestured toward the newspaper on the side.

Yang Yi followed his gaze to glance at the newspaper and then broke into a faint smile, saying, “Heh heh, Uncle, you are no longer just a senior!”

“Mmm, let’s put that aside for now. How about this? My Shi Yun is a true beauty in the making—do you have any interest in her?” Xia Tian suddenly shifted his expression, smiling broadly at Yang Yi.

“Uh!” Yang Yi was momentarily stunned, unable to react.

“Youngsters, there’s no need to be afraid, nor should you be shy. If you genuinely like her, then just go for it immediately,” Xia Tian kept his face fixed in a pleasant smile as he watched Yang Yi.

At this moment, Yang Yi finally understood a little why Xia Shiyun’s expression could change so quickly in front of him; he suspected she had inherited that trait directly from the man before him. At the same time, he was slightly taken aback, as Xia Tian’s intention was quite clear—wasn't he already recognizing him as his future son-in-law? Telling him not to be afraid or shy, just pursue his daughter. Heavens, what extraordinarily open-minded parents he had encountered.

“Heh heh—heh heh!” Yang Yi didn't say anything, only offering a dry laugh, realizing he might have been overthinking things. Moreover, he hadn't expected Xia Tian to be so understanding.

Seeing Yang Yi’s awkward, forced smile, Xia Tian asked with a touch of worry, “Xiao Yi, is there really going to be no aftermath to this?”

“Uncle, please rest assured, this matter will not involve your family again; I can guarantee that,” Yang Yi, in an attempt to ease his mind, reluctantly made a promise.

Indeed, Xia Tian seemed to believe Yang Yi’s words completely, saying, “Good, since Xiao Yi says there’s no problem, what do I, a grown man, have to fear!”

Time passed quickly. At this point, Xia Shiyun was escorting Yang Yi and Feng Shi downstairs. Feng Shi, being perceptive, said, “Young Master, please wait here a moment; I’ll go and bring the car around!”

“Mm,” Yang Yi responded, glancing at Xia Shiyun, who seemed hesitant to speak. He seemed to instantly grasp what she was thinking and said lightly, “You should go back inside. Although it’s nearly time for Father to rest, you shouldn't catch a cold.”

“Yang Yi, I...” Xia Shiyun felt a strange agitation within her. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Yang Yi, I don’t know how to say this, but...”

“That’s fine, I understand,” Yang Yi’s originally pale complexion, for some unknown reason, became even paler than before. A smile that was hard to define curved the corner of his lips as he said, “If you don't know how to say it now, we’ll still have opportunities to meet in the future, won't we?”

Xia Shiyun nodded, her expression looking quite anxious.

“That’s settled then. Say it when you’ve thought things through clearly.” Yang Yi finished, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

He detested this ridiculous notion of ‘hero saves the beauty’—and he certainly disliked the idea that because he had saved some people, she was somehow obligated to offer herself in return. What he needed was a true heart. Yes, the relationship between Yang Yi and Xia Shiyun had developed into something slightly ambiguous, but... he didn't want it to progress so quickly. Such a relationship would likely not withstand trials. He didn't want Xia Shiyun to become that kind of person either. Thus, time—sometimes, time allows a person to calm down and truly reflect. This was why Yang Yi hadn't said much to Xia Shiyun at that moment.

After getting into the car, Yang Yi maintained a grim expression; his pale face carried a trace of dejection, and his previously rogue-like smile had vanished completely. One could say he possessed the qualities of a Master of Changing Faces. However, in modern society, whether one is a Master of Changing Faces or a ruffian, both often thrive because they possess a rogue’s intelligence and a rogue’s way of thinking and acting. If a ruffian can utilize his strength and wisdom to the absolute extreme, one could say he has qualified to become a high-level hooligan.

“I don’t want to go back so early; let’s just take a drive,” Yang Yi said, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse.

“Yes,” Feng Shi glanced at Yang Yi in the rearview mirror. For some reason, her heart ached slightly, but she strictly followed Yang Yi’s instruction, slowing the car’s speed and rolling down the windows to let the cool evening breeze drift in.

Yang Yi’s mind was complex, even troubled, not just because of Xia Shiyun, but also concerning the Black God Gang, as he felt as if he had forgotten to arrange something.

The car drove slowly, the atmosphere warm yet touched by a slight chill, and the air was exceptionally fresh after the recent rain. Perhaps because it was night, there were very few cars on the wide road, which lessened the pollution. However, at this moment, two black sedans were following Yang Yi’s car at the exact same speed.

“Young Master!” Feng Shi noticed something and her expression instantly turned icy. Feng Shi, already stunningly beautiful, looked exceptionally captivating under the streetlights.

Yang Yi continued to stare fixedly into the rearview mirror, but he wasn't looking behind him; he was watching Feng Shi as she drove. Of course, he had also sensed that the two cars behind them were suspicious. Therefore, he merely said lightly, “Play along with them for a while. Drive to a place where no one passes by.”

“Yes!” Feng Shi replied, pressing slightly harder on the accelerator, and the speed of the car immediately increased.

“G, he seems to have noticed us,” a woman dressed entirely in black, sporting an extremely ample bosom, wearing black glasses even in the dark night, and holding a slender white cigarette between her lips, said with a calm smile, an earpiece in her ear.

“Heh, isn’t that good? Aren’t you tired of playing with boring little mice?” The man, yes, this man named G, was dressed similarly to the woman, perhaps slightly more fashionably. However, he wasn't smoking; instead, he was chewing on a photograph, steadying a tray with one hand while his other hand stroked something—a small black box—with a look of strange affection.

“Mmm, don’t let the prey get away, after all, he’s worth ten million!” the woman said.

“Don’t worry, he won't escape,” the man G sneered, stroking the box for a moment before snatching it up, placing it on his crotch. With a slight movement, the box opened, and he took out a silver-white, customized Desert Eagle .50 caliber pistol—this gun was definitely hot merchandise.

[This book is like a beautiful woman, or a handsome man. Whether you are a beauty or a hunk, if you don't read this book, you will regret it for life, hehehe!]