Plundering Comrades, Chainmail

"Mr. Ye, you think you know me well? Are you sure I don't own a music company?"

Jiang Yang snorted coldly. As he spoke, he didn't even bother glancing at Ye Fan, preferring instead to admire Ye Qingwei's peerless beauty.

"I told you, the songs Miss Ye creates have the power to inspire."

"To be honest, Miss Ye and I share a similar experience—I was once plagued by illness for a time."

"It was your songs that lifted my spirits and helped me overcome that disease."

"I never expected that Miss Ye isn't just incredibly talented, but also flawless in appearance. If you debuted as a musician, you'd be a massive hit!"

At these words, Ye Qingwei, lying in her hospital bed, felt a warmth in her heart and a faint blush crept across her face. Are my songs really that good?

Is he just saying that because he thinks I'm pretty... tricking me...

Pfft, pfft, pfft... I'm so thin and sickly, not curvy at all—how could I be pretty? I almost fell for it!

Jiang Yang watched the rich play of emotions on Ye Qingwei's face and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

Clearly, the fish had taken the bait.

"Miss Ye, if you're willing, I can sign a contract with you right now. Don't worry—full creative freedom will be yours. The company won't interfere with any of your decisions..."

Jiang Yang pressed his advantage. Ye Qingwei was, after all, an innocent young girl with little experience in the world.

She still held many beautiful expectations for it.

In the original story, even with her formidable abilities, she nearly fell into many people's traps.

Ye Qingwei glanced at Ye Fan standing nearby. She had always listened to him since childhood, and now she instinctively looked to him for his opinion.

"I don't agree!"

Ye Fan spoke up, stepping between Jiang Yang and Ye Qingwei. "We go to the same school. I know what you've done."

Tch, reading the novel, I never thought you'd be this annoying.

Jiang Yang felt a flicker of irritation but held his patience, since Ye Qingwei was still present.

"What have I done? Huh? I know what you're getting at—I'm a playboy. But have you ever really understood my life?"

"Have you even seen me on campus?"

The original body of this host rarely went to school anyway, always either challenging someone or on his way to a fight.

Ye Fan's expression turned awkward at that. Though they attended the same school, he had indeed never laid eyes on Jiang Yang—the gap between them was just too vast.

Glancing at Jiang Yang's handsome face, Ye Fan suddenly felt utterly inadequate, and a seed of inferiority sprouted in his heart.

"Brother, don't worry. I want to give it a try."

Ye Qingwei spoke up then, smoothing things over.

No one wants to lose their life so young, and Ye Qingwei was no exception.

Besides, she didn't think Jiang Yang seemed like a bad person.

After all, she had nothing to her name and was a complete invalid—what could he possibly be scheming for?

She was also willing to believe what Jiang Yang said. After all, who wouldn't want a kindred spirit who truly understood their work?

"Qingwei, this isn't as simple as you think!"

Ye Fan didn't know what Jiang Yang was plotting either, but something felt off.

Seeing Ye Fan so wary of him, Jiang Yang sneered inwardly. He took a big step forward, bypassing Ye Fan, and stood before Ye Qingwei, speaking with righteous conviction: "Miss Ye is in the prime of her youth—how can she just lie in bed forever? Ye Fan, are you telling me you have a strong need to control your sister?"

"What kind of brother stands in the way of his sister's dreams?"

"Letting a brilliant girl like Miss Ye remain hidden away—you, as her brother, are seriously failing in your duty."

"I can't stand to see it. I've already paid the surgery fees. If Miss Ye is willing, contact me. If not, consider it a gift from a friend."

Jiang Yang's words struck like thunder, leaving both of them with a storm of emotions churning inside, momentarily at a loss for words.

Even Ye Qingwei herself didn't notice the faint resentment toward Ye Fan that had begun to stir in her heart.

As for Ye Fan, he suppressed his rising inferiority and was about to angrily retort.

But Jiang Yang didn't wait for the two stunned figures to react. He simply turned and walked away with effortless grace.

Ye Qingwei stared blankly in the direction Jiang Yang had gone, clutching the business card he'd left behind, a glimmer in her eyes.

Jiang Yang walked out of the hospital to find Wu Lei waiting by a Rolls-Royce.

"Boss, where to?"

"Linjiang Court. Your case has been overturned."

Jiang Yang hadn't forgotten his promise to Wu Lei. If he wanted to win the man over, he had to earn his absolute loyalty.

Backed by immense financial resources, Wu Lei's case from ten years ago had been dug up and overturned overnight.

As for the Rich Second Generation who had framed Wu Lei back then, Jiang Yang had him handled too. Overturning the case was one thing—getting revenge was another.

"Thanks, boss." Wu Lei followed Jiang Yang into the car, his hands trembling with excitement. He had long given up hope of clearing his name and overturning his case, never expecting Jiang Yang to actually make it happen.

"No need to thank me. You still have to take your own revenge yourself."

Jiang Yang tossed Wu Lei a pair of gloves.

"Don't kill him. That'd be a hassle to deal with."

Inside Linjiang Hospital, Ye Qingwei took out her phone, ready to add the number from the business card to her contacts.

Just then, Ye Fan snatched the card away.

"Qingwei, listen to me. This guy's a notorious playboy—changing girlfriends every day isn't even an exaggeration. You'd better stay far away from him."

Ye Fan felt a knot of displeasure in his chest. He didn't have the money to treat Ye Qingwei himself, but he didn't want Jiang Yang to foot the bill either, let alone let Jiang Yang use this as an excuse to get close to his sister.

Especially when he saw Ye Qingwei look at Jiang Yang with a hint of admiration—it stung worse than death, like something precious was being taken from him.

"Brother, listen to yourself. Are you really just wanting a puppet called 'little sister,' just like Brother Jiang said?"

"And besides, you can't judge someone by what others say—you have to use your own eyes! I trust him. Brother, do you trust me?"

Ye Qingwei looked calmly at Ye Fan.

His behavior today had let her down far too much.

Even though Tang Ya had blown through her medical fund, she didn't blame him for it—after all, it was Ye Fan's savings.

But the disappointment in her heart was impossible to hide.

She had always seen Ye Fan as her pillar, but this time, he had failed her.

After all, she had held some hope for the surgery.

If that money had been used by Tang Ya for an emergency, she wouldn't have complained at all. But for a handbag...

Ye Qingwei could only sigh helplessly inside.

"I..."

Ye Fan's tongue felt tied after hearing her words.

Before he could sort himself out, Ye Qingwei continued, "Besides, now that my illness is cured, you'll have less of a burden and can live well with Sister Tang Ya. And tell me—have you ever seen a scammer pay for the surgery first?"

This was the first time Ye Qingwei had ever disagreed with Ye Fan. She had always listened to him since she was little. Today, it was time to make her own choice!

A moment later, several doctors came in and wheeled Ye Qingwei into the operating room. Jiang Yang hadn't just paid for her surgery—he had also specially hired the best doctors in Linjiang for her.

At Linjiang Court, the case was overturned quickly, but that wasn't the main point. The real focus was Wu Lei's revenge.

Right now, in a dim little room, the Rich Second Generation who had framed Wu Lei was wrapped inside a punching bag, taking blow after blow from Wu Lei's fists.

"Come find me at the hotel when you're feeling better."

Jiang Yang left Wu Lei to his revenge and took a cab to the Antique City at Linjiang University. The Black Gold Ancient Blade had been found!

Ding! Successfully plundered the Son of the Plane's comrade.

Congratulations, host. You have obtained Inferior Chainmail!

System space expanded to fifteen square meters!

The system's chime signaled that Jiang Yang had truly won Wu Lei over. As for the chainmail, Jiang Yang reached out his hand, and a gleaming silver soft armor appeared.

"Doesn't look inferior to me."

Jiang Yang spread the chainmail open. It was a silver soft armor, finely crafted with no flaws whatsoever—and it was still labeled as inferior.

If the system produced it, it had to be top-notch!

Speaking of which, did this count as an item?