The fourth melon: what melon? Take four bites

It was hardly surprising that the Ye family lived here.

Shen Yan and Ye Mo had only ever heard of this place and had never actually been inside. Now, both huddled by the window, marveling like country bumpkins who had never seen the world. As the car climbed the mountain, they exclaimed in wonder the whole way.

"I'm really going to be rich!" Ye Mo said excitedly.

System 888 explained, "The Ye family were already wealthy merchants during the Qing dynasty. Later, even amid national turmoil, they still retained something to fall back on. When reform and opening-up came, they seized the opportunity and multiplied their assets several times over. This is a family with very deep roots!"

"Host!!" 888 suddenly grew excited and announced loudly, "Your biological father, Ye Zhipeng, just received the investigation report on you. After reading it, he now feels terribly sorry for everything you went through, so he just decided to give you five percent of the company's shares to make it up to you!!"

"Host!" 888 exclaimed excitedly. "You've struck it rich!"

Ye Mo, however, remained remarkably calm, asking 888 coolly, "888, how much would I get in annual dividends from five percent of Ye Corporation's shares?"

888 said, "At least two hundred million a year!"

"..."

Ye Mo took a deep breath, trying to calm herself... Calm down, her ass! That was two hundred million, not two bucks.

Two hundred million in annual dividends. She couldn't even imagine how happy she would be.

Her real dad! This was absolutely her real dad! No matter who showed up today, Ye Zhipeng was her real dad!

Ye Mo's expression became utterly resolute, her eyes even revealing a hint of a ferocity that would slay gods and Buddhas alike if they stood in her way.

"Hey, Shen, what do you think I should do once I'm a rich woman?"

She spoke dreamily. "Maybe buy one apartment and throw another away?"

Shen Yan, who had absolutely no idea what had happened, looked at her. "...Why are you suddenly daydreaming?"

In an excellent mood, Ye Mo said with a beaming smile, "You don't know this, but I just divined something. That bargain-bin... no, my real dad, my dearest biological father, is going to give me five percent of the company's shares!"

Thank goodness for her earlier excuse; it came in handy as an explanation now-she couldn't wait to share how it felt to suddenly strike it rich.

Shen Yan looked surprised at her words.

A few seconds later, he looked at Ye Mo earnestly and sincerely, asking with heartfelt, shameless servility, "Your Majesty, is there anything this old servant can do for you right now? This old servant swears he absolutely isn't after an apartment at Tomson Riviera or anything... This old servant genuinely wants to do something for you!"

Ye Mo smiled at him, her heart bursting into bloom, and declared with a grand wave, "Today, We ascend the throne! Rewards for everyone! Every last one of you!"

Shen Yan immediately fawned, "Your Majesty is most generous!"

Watching the two launch into their performance, Secretary Chen was speechless. "..."

His expression was difficult to describe.

As for the five percent of shares Ye Mo had mentioned, he didn't believe it... If President Ye really gave this Miss Ye five percent of the shares, the entire Ye family would probably explode.

The unexpected news about the five percent of shares had left Ye Mo intensely excited. Even when she got out of the car, she was still brimming with energy and in exceptionally high spirits.

So, when she stepped out and saw the middle-aged man standing at the entrance, she hurried over and eagerly seized his hand. Her eyes brimming with tears, she called out with heartfelt affection, "Dad!"

Secretary Chen, following close behind, stiffened at the sight and couldn't help saying, "...Miss Ye, that isn't President Ye. That is the Ye family's butler, Mr. Zhou Yeping."

Chapter 4: The fourth melon: what melon? Take four bites

The more heartfelt Ye Mo's cry of "Dad" had been, the more awkward the atmosphere was now.

"Pfft..."

Ye Mo suddenly heard a derisive snort ahead.

She looked up and saw a strikingly handsome young man with unruly brows and eyes standing on the steps, arms crossed, looking down at her with undisguised mockery and disdain.

"You don't even recognize your own biological father. You really are just like the rumors say: apart from that face, you're completely worthless." The moment the young man opened his mouth, he proved himself a veteran of snide remarks, his tone dripping with ridicule.

Ye Mo gazed at him darkly and uttered, "...Those who dare criticize Our faults to Our face shall receive the lowest reward."

Someone who had lived abroad for many years frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Ye Mo smiled, looking at him earnestly and sincerely. "Oh, it's fine if you don't understand. I was simply calling you a dumbass."

At that, the young man flew into a rage, pointing at Ye Mo as he snapped, "Let me tell you, I will never acknowledge someone like you as my sister! In short, I, Ye Miao, will only ever have one sister in this lifetime, and that's Baozhu. It certainly won't be someone as shallow and rude as you!"

"Oh." Ye Mo's response was indifferent, her manner utterly uninterested. She merely said, "What a coincidence. I feel the same way. Not just any stray cat or dog gets to be my older brother..."

She gave the person before her a critical once-over and clicked her tongue softly. "Looks like we've reached an agreement."

"What's with that look?" Ye Miao laughed in anger. "Are you looking down on me? What right do you have to look down on me?"

Ye Mo raised an eyebrow. "Was I making it that obvious? Well, you're absolutely right. I really do look down on you!"

She coldly

looked at him and lifted her chin slightly. "You call other people shallow and rude, but how polite are you yourself? Is this how you show politeness toward a sister who's been lost for years and shares your blood?"

Ye Mo's pointed questions were positively incisive. Ye Miao couldn't help losing some of his confidence, but he soon became self-righteous again. "No wonder everyone online says you're not just uneducated, but sharp-tongued too. Now I see they were right."

"I think I just heard a dog barking." Ye Mo turned to her manager inquiringly. "Shen, did you hear it?"

Shen Yan said, "..."

Under Ye Miao's murderous stare, he firmly took Ye Mo's side and nodded resolutely. "I think I did hear something."

Ye Miao fumed. "You're calling me a dog?"

Ye Mo scoffed and told 888, This bargain-bin brother of mine doesn't seem able to fight or take a hit. It's only been a few words, and he's already this angry... Are you sure I'm really part of their family?

It really didn't seem like it.

"...What are you arguing about?" A voice suddenly sounded behind Ye Miao. His expression shifted slightly at the sound, but he quickly composed himself. By the time he turned around, his expression had returned to normal.

"Dad!" he called to the newcomer.

Ye Miao's dad was, naturally, also Ye Mo's dad.

Ye Mo looked over, quietly studying the head of the Ye family. He bore a slight resemblance to Ye Miao and looked refined and easygoing. Though he was already past middle age, she could still make out the handsome looks and bearing of his youth.

Beside him stood a middle-aged woman with an elegant air. When Ye Mo looked over, the woman was also looking at her. Their eyes met, and both almost froze, for no other reason than that they looked extraordinarily alike.

They had the same limpid, water-clear eyes and strikingly similar, vivid, captivating features. Ye Mo simply looked younger, her features more delicate and radiant, with faint traces of Ye Zhipeng visible as well.

There was no denying that heredity was truly remarkable. Ye Mo possessed both Ruan Xianyue's loveliness and some of Ye Zhipeng's spirited good looks. It could be said that she had blended both their best features beautifully.

Twenty-three years. This was the first time the Ye couple had met their biological daughter face-to-face, and for a moment, both wore rather complicated expressions.

Ruan Xianyue's gaze as she looked at Ye Mo was particularly complicated. Probably only she herself knew what emotions it held.

"...You must be Ye Mo." In the end, Ye Zhipeng spoke first. He smiled at Ye Mo and turned slightly aside. "Don't stand around outside. Come inside first."