Kissing Ye Qingwei in Front of Ye Fan

"Tang Ya?"

Ye Fan's mind buzzed. Scenes from his past life—Tang Ya and Jiang Yang joining forces against him—flashed endlessly through his thoughts.

A surge of killing intent welled up from his heart as he stared at Tang Ya in anguish.

Even knowing that Tang Ya had long since thrown in with Jiang Yang, memories of her kept flooding back, relentless.

Tang Ya was the class beauty, with countless suitors, yet somehow Ye Fan—the poor kid—had won her over.

It wasn't money that did it, but relentless effort, pursuit, and his genuine heart.

He truly loved Tang Ya, even dreaming of a future together with her.

So much so that he could overlook her bad habits, blaming her willfulness and tantrums on his own inadequacy.

His inability to meet Tang Ya's material needs had always been a sore spot for Ye Fan.

Even knowing that in his past life, Tang Ya and Jiang Yang had tried to kill him, Ye Fan still felt a pang of emotion now.

If he could help it, he didn't want to kill Tang Ya. But at this point, she'd likely already slept with Jiang Yang, and in the past life, she'd wanted him dead too.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Ye Fan growled under his breath, but he didn't strike first—because gunfire rang out.

It was Chen Ke's men.

Jiang Yang assessed the situation. The Money-Scattering Boy was already surrounded by Chen Ke's people, and it seemed they were deliberately keeping him at a distance.

Trying to take the Money-Scattering Boy for themselves?

Jiang Yang smirked dismissively and activated Plunderer's Insight on the Money-Scattering Boy.

Name: Money-Scattering Boy. Race: Treasure Monster. Level: One. Racial Skill: Scatter Wealth to Avoid Disaster—when attacked, it throws out its treasures, but it has a damage cap within a set time. Once that cap is exceeded, the Money-Scattering Boy will fight to the death, taking its enemies down with it. Description: A low-tier existence of the Treasure Monster race, timid and averse to trouble. But possessing treasure is its crime—the fault lies not with it, but with the treasures it hoards.

"Damage cap?"

Jiang Yang looked at the Money-Scattering Boy's head. A small progress bar hovered there, marking the limit of damage it could take.

And right now, under the relentless assault, that bar was steadily filling up.

You want the treasure? You'd better be able to keep it.

Jiang Yang didn't know how strong the Money-Scattering Boy would be in a last stand, but for now, dozens of men with guns only made it cry out in pain—without leaving a single wound on its body.

A cornered dog will jump the wall; even a rabbit bites when cornered.

This Money-Scattering Boy wasn't to be trifled with.

Jiang Yang waved his hand, signaling Qiu Chan and the others nearby to back away from the Money-Scattering Boy.

"Come over here. Don't get near that monster—avoid any stray hits!"

Jiang Yang pointed at the guns in those men's hands. Bullets had no eyes, and Qiu Chan and the others were still ordinary people. Getting caught in the crossfire would be bad.

"Are we just going to let them take that monster away?"

Qiu Chan tossed him an armguard—the one they'd just acquired.

Name: Ice Flame Armguard. Type: Armor. Grade: C. Skill: Ice Flame—can condense an ice flame to release, with a range-based slowing effect.

Nice!

Jiang Yang's eyes lit up. A C-grade armguard meant solid defense, plus an active skill with a slowing effect.

He'd read the original story—items in the apocalypse were scarce.

And most items only had passive skills; active ones were rare.

As expected from something dropped by the Money-Scattering Boy.

Stowing the armguard, Jiang Yang signaled the others to watch out for the surrounding zombies, then casually pulled Ye Qingwei close.

"Qingwei, look who this is?"

Jiang Yang wrapped an arm around Ye Qingwei's slender waist and turned her to face Ye Fan.

Maybe it was the years of care that made Ye Qingwei see Ye Fan as a parental figure, but being held like this by Jiang Yang made her a little embarrassed.

Her pretty face flushed, she lowered her head shyly, like a young bride bringing her boyfriend home to meet the family.

Ye Fan froze on the spot.

Jiang Yang was actually holding Ye Qingwei!

Why is he holding Ye Qingwei?

Why isn't Ye Qingwei resisting?

The memories from his rebirth came flooding back, and Ye Fan recalled the moment Jiang Yang showed up at the hospital to pay Ye Qingwei's medical bills.

Had Jiang Yang already set his sights on Ye Qingwei back then?

Ye Fan's expression twisted slightly. In his past life, Jiang Yang hadn't known Ye Qingwei at all—he'd only hooked up with Tang Ya.

But this time, not only had Jiang Yang slept with Tang Ya, he'd also taken Ye Qingwei?

The butterfly effect!

Ye Fan started to lose it. Ye Qingwei had no blood relation to him—she was adopted.

If it weren't for Ye Fan chasing after Tang Ya, his relationship with Ye Qingwei would've been more like lovers than siblings.

"Jiang Yang... how dare you!"

Ye Fan's eyes turned bloodshot. Seeing Jiang Yang with his arm around Ye Qingwei hurt worse than death itself.

At that moment, Ye Qingwei was still unaware, only looking at Ye Fan with reddened eyes.

"Brother Ye Fan, I'm so glad you're okay."

"These past two days, I owe it all to Brother Jiang. If it weren't for him, I would've..."

"What 'Brother Jiang'? Didn't I tell you before?"

Jiang Yang frowned and yanked Ye Qingwei closer, pressing her against him. A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. Watching Ye Fan's contorted face, a surge of pleasure rose in Jiang Yang's heart.

"Didn't I say? Call me 'big brother'..."

Jiang Yang went ahead and kissed Ye Qingwei on the mouth. She resisted a little, but mostly played along.

Not far away, Ye Fan stood frozen, trembling all over. Just then, Tang Ya arrived.

"Ye Fan, you're still alive?"

Seeing Ye Fan again stirred some complicated feelings in Tang Ya. She could see how genuine his feelings for her were.

Especially lately, with her heart leaning toward Jiang Yang, she'd been reflecting a lot. Many things she'd once taken for granted now seemed like her own fault.

Ye Fan had treated her well, but being with him, she saw no future.

Before the term "simp" existed, everything a simp did was called devotion.

Without a doubt, Ye Fan was a simp.

Tang Ya shot a sharp glance at Jiang Yang, who gave her a meaningful look. She understood immediately.

She knew this time, her actions would be different.

Before, she'd been selfish, exploiting Ye Fan for her own gain.

Now, she was doing it for Jiang Yang.

"Ye Fan, you're still alive—that's wonderful!"

As she spoke, Tang Ya walked toward Ye Fan, her eyes brimming with affection.

"Of course I'm alive. How else would I settle the score?"

Ye Fan trembled with rage, a sickly smile spreading across his face.

Not far off, Qiu Chan sensed the killing intent radiating from Ye Fan. She frowned and stepped forward, Tang Saber in hand.

Wu Lei also caught on, raising his shield, his nerves taut.

Only Xiao Wan seemed to sense something, a faint smile curling at her lips. Her young master had done plenty of bad things.

"Wu Lei, you've thrown in with Jiang Yang too, haven't you?"

Ye Fan spoke up. He couldn't understand how it had come to this. Wu Lei was his comrade—why was he standing in front of Jiang Yang?

"How do you know my name?"

"I didn't 'throw in' with anyone. The boss gave me a new life. For the rest of my days, I'll follow his every command."