Chapter 66: Furious Ye Xuan

"Grandpa, let me sleep a bit longer. I’m so sleepy."

Yang Bingyu vaguely heard Yang Zhennan calling her name, but she didn’t even lift her eyelids. She mumbled a response, then rolled over and fell back asleep.

Yang Zhennan looked at the deep and shallow marks on her body, his face darkening with speechlessness. He muttered to himself that Ye Xuan was far too rough.

Seeing that he couldn’t wake Yang Bingyu up, he had no choice but to reach out and pat Ye Xuan’s shoulder, carefully calling his name a few times.

Ye Xuan frowned, then slowly opened his eyes.

He was taken aback when he first saw Yang Zhennan. Then, upon seeing Yang Bingyu beside him, his face instantly turned as black as ink. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared fixedly at Yang Zhennan.

"Ye... Ye Xuan, what’s wrong with you?"

Yang Zhennan was intimidated by his gaze and started to stutter. He wondered if he had offended him somewhere again.

"Ye Xuan?"

Hearing Yang Zhennan’s words, the groggy Yang Bingyu was instantly jolted awake. She abruptly opened her eyes and looked at her body under the quilt with a face full of horror.

Immediately after, an ear-piercing scream echoed through the bedroom.

She wondered what was going on. Why was she lying in the same bed with Ye Xuan? And why did her body ache terribly, as if she had been run over by a car?

Yang Bingyu was completely dumbfounded. She tried hard to recall what had happened last night, but her head throbbed with a splitting pain, and she couldn’t remember anything. She clearly hadn’t returned to Yunju Mountain Villa with Ye Xuan yesterday. Why did she wake up in a bedroom at Yunju Mountain Villa, having done that kind of thing with Ye Xuan?

"Ye... Ye Xuan, what is this situation? What happened to us yesterday?" Yang Bingyu stared at Ye Xuan with wide eyes, stammering out her questions.

"Bingyu, we’ve been set up."

Ye Xuan’s face scrunched up. He couldn’t even muster the courage to look at Yang Bingyu. Although this incident wasn’t voluntary, the fact remained that he had hurt Yang Bingyu. He truly didn’t have the face to confront her.

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Yang Bingyu froze once again. She wondered who had set them up. Could it be the Yang Family?

Meanwhile, Yang Zhennan’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing those words. He finally understood why Ye Xuan had glared at him earlier.

The mole had struck again.

That brainless fool! Ye Xuan had just given a warning yesterday, and today something like this happened again! Did he really want to drag the entire Yang Family down to the grave with him?!

"Ye Xuan, can we talk in private?" Yang Zhennan looked at Ye Xuan with extreme trepidation, speaking in a near-pleading tone.

He hoped there was still room to salvage the situation.

Ye Xuan pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time before finally putting on his clothes and walking out of the room. Yang Bingyu wanted to follow them, but Yang Zhennan stopped her with a sharp look.

She sat on the bed with her arms wrapped around her knees, burying her face. Even though she had been set up, Yang Bingyu didn’t feel sad at all. In fact, she was secretly a little happy. This way, Ye Xuan wouldn’t leave her easily.

"Yang Zhennan, you’re courting death!"

Yang Zhennan followed Ye Xuan into another bedroom. The moment he stepped through the door, Ye Xuan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him straight off the ground, leaving his feet dangling in the air.

"C-Cyan Dragon Chief, please s-spare my life!"

His throat felt as though it was about to be crushed. Yang Zhennan desperately clawed at Ye Xuan’s grip with both hands, trying to alleviate the pressure.

"Who gave you the courage to scheme against me? It seems everything I said last night went in one ear and out the other." Thinking of the bowl of chicken soup from last night, Ye Xuan’s eyes grew even colder. His entire body radiated killing intent, and his fingers tightened a fraction more.

"I-I’m wrongfully accused..."

By now, Yang Zhennan could barely speak. His old face had turned a dark, purplish-red.

"Ye Xuan! Let go right now!"

Just as Yang Zhennan was rolling his eyes back, on the verge of fainting, Ye Xuan was snapped out of his rage by Yang Bingyu’s loud shout. He furrowed his brows and loosened his grip.

Yang Zhennan slumped onto the floor. As fresh air flooded his lungs, his body instinctively reacted with a violent fit of coughing, leaving his face covered in snot and tears.

"Grandpa! How are you?" Yang Bingyu quickly ran to Yang Zhennan’s side and helped him up from the floor, patting his back with a worried expression to soothe his breathing.

"Ye Xuan! Are you crazy? I know being set up makes you upset, but you can’t take your anger out on my grandpa! Anyone could harm me, but my grandpa never would!"

Seeing Yang Zhennan in such a sorry state, Yang Bingyu grew angry. She walked up to Ye Xuan and shoved him forcefully, yelling at him furiously.

Ye Xuan frowned even tighter. He looked at Yang Bingyu with a dark and unreadable expression, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Bingyu, do not be insolent!"

Having caught his breath, Yang Zhennan immediately reprimanded Yang Bingyu before slowly standing up.

"Cyan Dragon Chief, you claimed I set you up. Those words leave me quite perplexed. I ask that you explain the whole story clearly." Yang Zhennan, who had lived a life of prestige, was also somewhat irritated. He stared at Ye Xuan with an ugly expression and demanded an answer.

Ye Xuan hadn’t expected him to say the words "Cyan Dragon Chief" right in front of Yang Bingyu. His aura instantly dropped to the freezing point.

Yang Bingyu was also stunned. She had heard rumors about the Cyan Dragon Chief countless times, but she never imagined that Ye Xuan would be the Cyan Dragon Chief.

"What is going on here? Ye Xuan, who exactly are you?"

Faced with Yang Bingyu’s questioning, Ye Xuan sighed helplessly. It seemed some things could no longer be kept hidden.

"Bingyu, I’ll explain this to you later. Let’s get to the bottom of today’s incident first, alright?"

As for the truth of Yang Bingyu’s lineage, Ye Xuan still didn’t know how to explain it to her. For a moment, he didn’t even know how to string the words together. He could only put it aside for now and resolve the matter at hand.

"Yang Zhennan, last night Yang Tian brought Bingyu back when she was dead drunk, and he gave me a spiked bowl of chicken soup. Furthermore, he claimed that you were the one who told him to give it to me. Is that true?"

Ye Xuan had finally recovered a shred of rationality. Suppressing his murderous urges for the time being, he recounted the sequence of events with a cold expression.

Upon hearing his words, Yang Zhennan paled in shock, his pupils instantly dilating.

"I am innocent! Not long after you left last night, I went to bed. I didn’t see Tian’er at all, much less ask him to bring you chicken soup!"

Hearing this, Ye Xuan’s eyes flickered. If it wasn’t him, then who gave him the chicken soup? He wondered if the mole in the Yang Family could be Yang Tian.

"Cyan Dragon Chief, Tian’er has been timid and afraid of trouble since he was a child. Even someone speaking a little too loudly can scare him. He would absolutely never dare to do something like this. He must have been used by someone else!"

Observing Ye Xuan’s expression, Yang Zhennan instantly guessed what he was thinking and hurriedly defended Yang Tian.