Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

After leaving Wanghailou, Ye Fei didn't head straight home. As the leader of Lingyun Society, he figured he should check in on things after being away for so long. Besides, now that Ye Xuan had officially taken over from Zhang Yide and settled in Wanghai, he had another reason to visit. And, of course, there was that mischievous little girl, Fang Yuqian, to see as well.

Hopping into a taxi, Ye Fei casually told the driver to take him to Lingyun Nightclub. As they rode along, he struck up a random conversation.

Many people in Wanghai now knew that Lingyun Nightclub was the society's headquarters, but instead of being intimidated, plenty of ordinary folks wanted to check it out. Under Ye Fei's leadership, Lingyun Society had long shed its past notoriety and was once again seen as the city's underground guardian.

The nightclub wasn't far from Wanghailou, so in less than half an hour, Ye Fei arrived at his domain. Despite his low-key nature, it was impossible for the regulars at headquarters not to recognize their boss.

The moment he stepped in, he was greeted with reverence and admiration and escorted directly to the underground office that once belonged to Zhang Yide. Soon, the hall masters stationed at headquarters gathered to report in.

"That's enough. Just report everything to Ye Xuan." Ye Fei cut them off. He had always been hands-off and fully trusted Ye Xuan to handle things. Then, with a slight frown, he asked, "Why isn't she here? Is she out?"

One of the hall masters stepped forward with a knowing smirk. "Boss, Ye Xuan went to Jin Hai City today to help Qianqian with her school transfer. She asked us to cover for her at headquarters." The other hall masters exchanged glances, their expressions hinting at something unsaid. Two of them had originally been from the Feilong Society, so they were well aware of the subtle bond between Ye Fei and Ye Xuan. And if they knew, then the rest of the society did too. Not that Ye Fei minded—he had never intended to keep his feelings for Ye Xuan a secret.

"I see," Ye Fei nodded, finally understanding why all five hall masters were present at headquarters. Given the size of Wanghai, managing it all from a single headquarters was impractical, so five branch halls had been established across the city. Lin Hai and Jin Hai cities followed the same structure, though each only had three branches due to their smaller size.

Since Ye Xuan wasn't around, Ye Fei lost interest in sticking around. After offering a few words of encouragement to the hall masters, he left. With Zhang Yide, Ye Xuan, and Guangtou handling affairs—along with his most loyal core members—he had nothing to worry about.

Instead of hailing another taxi, Ye Fei simply picked a car from the underground garage and headed home.

Despite missing his family, he didn't speed. Instead, he drove leisurely, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Watching the city bustle around him, he felt genuinely content. He wasn't a saint, but making the city a better place for ordinary people was something he didn't mind doing.

However, his good mood didn't last long.

As he approached a red light, seeing that it still had over a minute left, he switched off the engine and relaxed against his seat. He considered lighting a cigarette, just like many other men would in this situation. But before he could, a sharp honk blared from behind him.

Ye Fei frowned in confusion. Car horns had long been banned in Wanghai, yet someone was blatantly breaking the rule—and at full volume, no less.

Who the hell is this arrogant? he thought, turning slightly to check.

Before he could fully turn around, a flashy sports car sped past him from the outer lane. As it pulled alongside him, the driver—a young man in his early twenties—shot him a middle finger and mouthed something that, even without sound, was unmistakably an insult. The guy was pissed that Ye Fei had been in his way.

Without hesitation, the sports car blew through the red light.

Pedestrians scattered in panic, dodging the reckless driver. But one middle-aged woman, seemingly frozen in shock or unable to move quickly, was clipped by the speeding car and thrown to the ground. Instead of stopping, the driver stuck his head out, shouted something, and prepared to speed off.

Ye Fei's expression darkened.

It looked like he had no choice but to intervene.

The sports car was about to escape, and Ye Fei knew that restarting his engine and giving chase wouldn't be fast enough. So, he abandoned that idea and instead tapped into his inner energy, using sheer force to propel his car forward like a bullet.

In an instant, he caught up with the sports car, veering sharply and slamming into its rear with a thunderous bang. The impact sent the vehicle skidding off the road and crashing into a tree, bringing it to an abrupt halt.

The onlookers gasped in shock.

The young driver—who had been cursing Ye Fei moments ago—let out a high-pitched scream, his face draining of all color.

Meanwhile, Ye Fei stepped out of his car as if nothing had happened and hurried to the injured woman. He reached out to help her up.

"Auntie, are you okay?"

The moment he touched her, the woman winced in pain, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she let out a pained cry.

Realizing she was seriously hurt, Ye Fei immediately stopped moving her and let her sit down slowly. A glance at her leg confirmed his suspicion—it was broken. She hadn't just been grazed; she had been fully hit.

Standing up, he walked over to the wrecked sports car, tore off two pieces of its steel frame with his bare hands, and returned to the injured woman to treat her wounds.

The loud noise snapped the young driver out of his daze. He frantically checked himself, realizing he was unharmed—his car had only been hit from behind. Emboldened, he stepped out, his initial fear giving way to anger.

Glaring at Ye Fei, he sneered, his aggressive demeanor returning.