The Overbearing CEO Uncle Takes Her Home
Ye Mo stayed close beside his little sister, gazing at her dotingly as a faint smile curved his lips.
That's my precious little sister, all right. Just look at that face-she's so pretty.
Ye Mo took Ye Huo along the whole street, and when they were ready to head back, he saw a crowd gathered at the entrance to the night market.
There was a balloon-shooting stall there.
Players used an air gun to shoot the balloons packed densely across a wall. Anyone who hit them all would win the latest pink rabbit plushie-it was half as tall as a person.
Ye Huo wasn't interested in the prize, but she was quite interested in the gun.
She pulled her brother toward the stall.
"Huohuo, want to play?"
Ye Mo asked dotingly.
Ye Huo nodded aloofly and answered, "Mm."
Ye Mo took out a crisp 100-yuan bill and handed it to the stall owner.
The owner happily accepted it, gave Ye Huo a gun and fifty pellets, and said enthusiastically, "Little miss, aim at the balloons on the wall. Hit fifty, and the prize is yours."
"Okay."
Ye Huo took the gun aloofly, expertly braced it in her hands, adjusted her focus, and pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang-all fifty pellets fired in an uninterrupted stream, hitting the balloons along the wall one by one.
The reports rang out loud and clear as a rainbow.
Not a shot missed. The balloons burst, scattering fragments all over the ground.
The people watching beside the stall were stunned.
What incredible marksmanship!
What a cool girl!
"Wow, she shoots like a god! She's amazing!"
"Yeah! She's so young. If she applies to military academy someday, she'll be another promising talent with a limitless future!"
"A born soldier! Awesome!"
Just then, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up by the roadside.
The window slowly rolled down. The man inside, whose face was handsome as a god's, glanced at the girl expressionlessly, a hint of shock in his eyes.
"Sir, she's the Ye family's newly recovered daughter."
The driver spoke slowly.
Sitting in the car, the man was noble and elegant in his every movement, his whole body radiating the intimidating presence of someone long accustomed to power.
He had just finished a business dinner and told his subordinate Mu Lan to drive him around the city to sober up.
As they passed the entrance to the night market, he glanced over and spotted his childhood friend Ye Mo, who stood out strikingly in the crowd.
Ever since that guy graduated from military academy and took up a post as a major general in the military, he had rarely come out to meet up with them.
He hadn't expected him to show up in the city this time. It was probably for the sake of his precious little sister, whom he had finally found after so much trouble!
The man was Li Zeyuan, Ye Mo's childhood friend and the person with ultimate authority over the capital's Li Group.
He was a business prodigy and also the person who truly held power over the underground assassin empire, the Dark Dragon Group.
Dark Dragon was an assassin organization that could summon wind and rain on the international stage.
Behind that name stood countless deathsworn.
Passed down from the Qin dynasty through a thousand years of inheritance, its power was so vast that no one knew its true extent.
If the Ye family was the great dragon that openly summoned wind and rain throughout Country Z,
then the Li family was the low-profile, unfathomable Dark Dragon family. Even Elder Jian was wary of the forces they could command.
Li Zeyuan and Ye Mo were good friends, so now that he had run into him, he ought to say hello.
Besides, he also wanted to see what the girl who shot like a god looked like.
He told the driver to pull up in front of the siblings.
Ye Huo happily accepted the prize from the stall owner.
A huge plushie of the latest design.
Rose-red.
A rowdy rabbit.
"Huohuo, you're amazing."
Ye Mo dotingly stroked his little sister's head. In his eyes, she was the prettiest and most promising girl in the whole world.
"Thank you, big brother."
Ye Huo had won a prize and gotten her big brother to treat her to so much late-night food. In an instant, she felt much closer to him.
This must be what a deep bond between siblings feels like.
Having a big brother who dotes on me is pretty nice, too.
"It's late. Let me take you two home!"
A cool male voice rang out.
Ye Mo and Ye Huo turned around at the same time and saw a black Rolls-Royce Supreme parked in front of them.
A man sat inside.
Through the car window, Ye Huo's first impression of the man was that he was like an unfathomably deep iceberg, refined, handsome, and noble.
He radiated an air of cold, aloof silence that made people instinctively want to keep their distance.
"Little sister, let me introduce him. This is my friend."
After the brief introduction, Ye Mo dispensed with further courtesies and pulled Ye Huo into the car.
Inside the Rolls-Royce's business cabin, two rows of leather seats faced each other, with red wine and an ashtray on the table between them.
Ye Mo pulled Ye Huo down to sit with him in the luxurious car, while Li Zeyuan sat alone opposite them.
Subtle, luxurious lighting illuminated the interior.
The man sat upright on the leather sofa, studying Ye Huo.
As the queen of mercenaries, Ye Huo had no word for cowardice in her dictionary.
She hated it most when someone kept staring at her as though she were prey.
Out of professional instinct, she rolled her eyes at Li Zeyuan. Her red lips parted, and a cold sneer curled at their corners. "What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll dig your eyeballs out!"
"..."
Li Zeyuan froze.
It was the first time a girl had ever dared to curse him to his face like that.
And she was so cute when she was fierce.
He gave her a long look and asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Heh. When you run into me, you should be the one who's afraid!"
Ye Huo's pretty face was full of coldness. The smile at the corner of her mouth held not only disdain and contempt, but also an arrogant pride that looked down on the whole world.
Like a mighty figure who controlled everything in the world, she sat there with her long legs crossed, meeting the man's gaze without yielding an inch.
Protecting his sister, Ye Mo declared imperiously, "A-Ze, this is my precious little sister, Huohuo. You're not allowed to bully her!"
The slight anger on Li Zeyuan's face gradually gave way to admiration.
Ye Huo's utterly noble image was deeply imprinted on his heart, as though Wu Zetian, the world's only female emperor, had descended into the world.
He said calmly, "How could I? I like this girl very much. How about lending her to me as a little sister for a few days?"
"Impossible. Don't even think about it. I'm not giving my precious little sister away."
Ye Mo's heart jolted, and he immediately spoke like a parent guarding his young. "If you like little sisters so much, go ask your mother to have another one for you!"
Li Zeyuan smiled, a trace of loneliness showing in his eyes. His mother had been gone for a long time. How could she have a little sister for him?
He really envied the Ye family for having such a precious daughter. The whole family was so close, and they all doted on the girl.
His family was different.
A cold-hearted father, a cunning stepmother, and a younger brother blinded by greed... When he ate with a family like that, he couldn't even be bothered to pretend.
Fortunately, his grandmother had raised him. Otherwise, that venomous woman, his stepmother, would have ruined him long ago.
"A-Ze, don't be upset. I spoke too harshly."
Ye Mo saw the desolation in Li Zeyuan's eyes and knew he had said the wrong thing and pierced his heart.
He shouldn't have mentioned his mother. His mother had been gone for a long time, and now he had only a stepmother who whispered in his father's ear all day, nearly tearing the family apart.
"It's all right."
Li Zeyuan wore a black suit from a British designer brand, made entirely by hand. It was tailored to fit him perfectly, not an inch too much or too little.
Hearing that, he took a black card from his pocket. His soft, thin lips moved slightly as he said, "Little sister, this is a gift from Uncle for our first meeting."
Ye Huo took it and saw that it was a Supreme VIP card for STR, the capital's largest designer department store.
The card was under Li Zeyuan's name, and all expenses charged to it at the department store would be billed to the Li Group.
In other words, someone would be covering Ye Huo's bags, jewelry, gifts, and so on from now on.
Ye Huo asked in puzzlement, "Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Think of it as Uncle making up all the New Year's money he owes you for all these years."
For some reason, Li Zeyuan had taken a liking to Ye Huo. His cold eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke lightly.
"Thank you, Uncle. Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Ye Huo guessed that the man was around twenty-seven. Beneath his cool, refined air was a touch of roguish elegance that kept people a thousand miles away.
For the sake of his generosity, she reluctantly accepted him as a friend!