Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Ye Fei didn't necessarily have to teach this dog-like man such a harsh lesson. But he needed to make an example of him to establish his authority.

When he first saw this guy, Ye Fei realized why he'd felt that strange unease outside the gate earlier. The people outside had looked at them with eyes that were far too ordinary.

While they'd all focused on the group, their gazes were no different from how they'd look at any passerby.

Usually, this wouldn't be unusual, but with Yan Ruyu in the group, it was anything but normal. No normal man could look at her without some reaction—unless these people were specially trained.

What these highly trained individuals were doing here was obvious. So, the sliver of goodwill Ye Fei had felt toward the Song family vanished instantly. If it weren't for Song Xuan and Song Ci, he wouldn't have bothered with this so-called prestigious family at all. Now that he was involved, he needed to make a strong impression to prevent these people from doing anything foolish.

"Don't blame me. Blame your dog eyes for looking where they shouldn't and your dog mouth for barking nonsense," Ye Fei said calmly as he walked over to Song Qun, who was still lying on the ground.

With a flick of his fingers, he sent three bursts of energy toward the man, who immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream. He began babbling incoherently, but no one in the world would be able to understand him now.

Though Ye Fei had long been fed up with this three-time turncoat, he only used his internal energy to destroy Song Qun's eyes and tongue, stopping short of gouging them out as he'd initially considered. Still, the kind-hearted Yan Ruyu and Song Xuan couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away.

As for Song Ci, while she was a bit scared, her sneaky glances toward the scene were filled with excitement. This worried Ye Fei, who made a mental note to guide his disciple carefully in the future. He didn't want her to go from a tough girl to a bloodthirsty one.

The guards Ye Fei had immobilized with his domain were also stunned, though not by his methods. As trained professionals, they'd seen far more gruesome scenes. What shocked them was that someone as central to the Song family as Song Qun could end up in such a state.

Despite their shock, they couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. While their rigorous training compelled them to faithfully carry out their duties, they were still human with their own emotions and sense of right and wrong. They'd always despised Song Qun for his sycophancy, bullying, and even betraying his ancestors.

"Let's go in," Ye Fei said, waving for the three women to follow. He released his hold on the guards, who didn't try to stop him.

This wasn't due to a lack of loyalty but because they'd seen enough to know they were no match for this astonishingly powerful young man. Besides, with Song Xuan and the others present, they believed Ye Fei wouldn't harm the true members of the Song family.

The four ignored the guards' thoughts and walked into the smaller villa. Though called "small," it was still much larger than the Liu family's villa. Inside the courtyard were five separate buildings, and their destination was the one in the center—the residence of the Song patriarch.

This time, no one stopped them, and they quickly entered the main hall of the central building. To their surprise, it was quite lively. An elderly man in his seventies sat in the middle, looking spry despite his age.

Around him were three middle-aged men and a few younger ones, including Song Renhui, who had been thoroughly beaten by Song Ci in Wanghai. After nearly a month, his face, which had been swollen like a pig's head, had finally healed.

The group had been deep in discussion when Ye Fei and the others entered, interrupting them. The old man didn't speak, simply looking at the four of them. It was Song Renhui who spoke first, targeting Ye Fei.

"Who are you? How did you get in? What did you do to Uncle Qun?" Three questions in a row, immediately painting Ye Fei as an unwelcome intruder.

Ye Fei was momentarily puzzled. Had Song Renhui been kicked so hard by Song Ci that he'd lost his memory? But he quickly figured it out. Song Renhui probably hadn't told his family about the incident. First, it was too embarrassing and would damage his reputation as the first heir. Second, he likely didn't dare let his grandfather know he'd offended Ye Fei.

Choosing such a pig-headed heir, even without this crisis, the Song family wouldn't last long. Ye Fei sighed inwardly, ignoring Song Renhui's bluster. Instead, he turned his gaze to the old man. He recognized him from frequent appearances on the news—this was Song Deguang, the pillar of the Song family.

"Who are you?" Song Deguang asked, ignoring his daughter and granddaughter and focusing solely on Ye Fei. Though he asked the same question as Song Renhui, the authority in his voice was worlds apart. Even as a tiger nearing the end of its life, his presence was still intimidating. An ordinary person would have been cowed by his aura.

But Ye Fei was no ordinary person. Unfazed by the old man's imposing presence, he smiled slightly and said, "I'm Ye Fei. I'm sure you're not entirely unfamiliar with me, are you, Elder Song?"

It was him! Song Deguang's pupils contracted. He was no stranger to the young man who had recently stirred up chaos in the southeast. He'd even seen some classified reports about him. When he first laid eyes on Ye Fei, he'd felt a sense of familiarity but hadn't dared to believe it.

To be fair, Song Deguang couldn't be blamed for his skepticism. He knew his daughter and granddaughter had gone to Wanghai, but it had only been a little over a month.

With one in politics and the other in school, it seemed highly unlikely they'd cross paths with Ye Fei, let alone form a connection that would bring him to the capital—a dangerous place for him. The odds of such a coincidence were astronomical.

But now, the evidence was right in front of him, and he had no choice but to believe it. The young man's appearance and demeanor were unmistakable.

At that moment, Song Deguang remembered the agreement he'd made with the other elders—if Ye Fei ever dared to come to the capital, they would ensure he never left. A flash of killing intent flickered in the old man's eyes.

But just as quickly, Song Deguang recalled his current predicament. Even if he helped them eliminate this thorn on their side, would those people let the Song family off the hook? What if, instead, he allied with this young man of limitless potential?