Chapter 37: So He Is Lu Ye

Yang Family Residence.

At the very entrance of their home, Yang Tianyu and Yang Tianfeng were already embroiled in a heated quarrel.

“If I don’t seize this perfect opportunity to take control of the family while the old man is bedridden, neither you nor I will be able to complete what Young Master Xu has tasked us with!”

“Mother has been friends with Su Shiming’s wife for decades. You think the old man would ever agree to destroy the Su family for her sake?”

So this, indeed, was the true thought harbored in Yang Tianfeng’s heart.

Yang Tianyu, however, frowned and retorted, “Who cares about Young Master Xu? All that fills my mind now are four words: an unfilial act of betrayal!”

“If anything should happen to the old man, I’ll never find peace for the rest of my life!”

Yang Tianfeng sneered. “It’s because you’re always so indecisive and hesitant that you’re destined never to be the head of the family, never qualified to compete with me for the top spot!”

Yang Tianyu bit his lip in humiliation. Whether at home or outside, Yang Tianfeng was always the dominant elder brother, forever suppressing him.

“I don’t care anymore. I’m withdrawing from this so-called Young Masters’ Alliance!”

“If anything really happens to Dad, I’ll leave the Yang family with nothing, and sever all ties with you, even as brothers!”

Yang Tianfeng grew even more gleeful, laughing wildly. “Then you’re finished!”

If Yang Tianyu left the family with nothing, there’d be no one left to compete with him for the inheritance—exactly what Yang Tianfeng desired.

Young Master Xu had promised him in private: as long as Yang Tianfeng could take complete control of the Yang family, he would receive Xu’s powerful support, elevating the Yangs to the ranks of the city’s top clans—perhaps even surpassing the Zhangs to become the next generation’s wealthiest family.

“Who are you telling to get out? He’s your brother!”

A sudden, icy snort interrupted them both, leaving Yang Tianfeng and Yang Tianyu momentarily stunned.

Turning around, they saw Gao Lan entering through the gate, accompanied by a delicate-looking young man.

Yang Tianfeng immediately blocked their way, wary. “Mom, who is this?”

“He’s the doctor I’ve invited to treat your father.”

Yang Tianfeng frowned. “He’s a doctor? He looks more like a charlatan or a swindler than any physician to me.”

“No way! He absolutely cannot see my father!”

Gao Lan’s temper finally snapped. She screamed at him, almost hysterical. “Yang Tianfeng, what are your intentions exactly?”

“You won’t let us take your father to the hospital, and now when I bring someone here to treat him, you try to stop me too?”

“Are you trying to drag your father to his grave? He is your own father!”

Yang Tianfeng plainly had no respect for his own mother, sneering coldly. “I should be asking you what your intentions are! Look at this pretty boy—how could he possibly be a doctor?”

“Or is he your lover, kept on the side? Are the two of you conspiring to harm my father?” Yang Tianfeng twisted the accusation, deflecting blame onto Gao Lan.

Were these really words spoken by her own son?

Gao Lan was so angry her whole body trembled, feeling faint and dizzy with rage.

A sharp crack rang out.

Lu Ye, without another word, swung his hand and slapped Yang Tianfeng across the face.

“Apologize to Aunt Gao.”

Yang Tianfeng, stunned, held the palm print on his cheek. “You shameless bastard! How dare you strike me in my own house?”

Another slap landed, this time with all of Lu Ye’s might.

Yang Tianfeng’s face twisted grotesquely; two of his front teeth flew out.

“Since you won’t cherish the chance given to you, I’ll cure your father first and then let him deal with you himself!”

With that, Lu Ye stepped aside and courteously invited Gao Lan ahead.

“Aunt Gao, please lead the way.”

Gao Lan’s gaze, fixed on Yang Tianfeng’s badly swollen face, held not a trace of pity or sympathy—only utter disappointment and helplessness.

Yang Tianyu quickly spoke up, “Brother, let me show you the way.”

“My father’s already been moved to the car, but this guy kept blocking us from going to the hospital.”

As he spoke, Yang Tianyu shot his brother a fierce glare.

Lu Ye nodded and walked alongside Gao Lan, following Yang Tianyu toward the family garage.

Yang Shengbo’s condition could not have looked worse. He was completely unconscious, his lips tinged with a dark, bruise-like color.

With a single glance, Lu Ye could tell that Yang Shengbo had been drugged—and with an especially potent aphrodisiac.

Given Yang Shengbo’s physical condition, if he and Gao Lan had only engaged in normal marital affection, there was no way he’d be left this drained, with his kidneys in acute failure.

“Aunt Gao, when you and Uncle Yang were being intimate, did he have a habit of taking supplements to enhance his endurance?”

Gao Lan blushed fiercely, then shook her head at once. “No, he knows those medications are harmful, so he never uses them.”

“That’s strange,” Lu Ye mused.

Yang Tianyu asked, “Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my father?”

Lu Ye replied truthfully, “Given his severe exhaustion and depleted state, he must have consumed a massive dose of aphrodisiac last night. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, the body would instinctively rebel against being pushed to such extremes.”

“My father has heart disease—he’d never risk his health like that,” Yang Tianyu said, shaking his head.

A glint of shrewdness flickered in Lu Ye’s eyes as he probed, “There is only one truth—someone drugged your father’s food or drink.”

Yang Tianyu and Gao Lan closed their eyes, searching their memories. They’d all eaten dinner together the previous night, and no one else had fallen ill. Only Yang Shengbo had become unwell.

Suddenly, a realization struck Yang Tianyu. He pointed at Yang Tianfeng, standing in the courtyard, and thundered, “It was him!”

“He brought a bottle of wine home last night, said it was a gift from Xu Fugui for Dad—and only Dad drank most of it!”

Lu Ye nodded thoughtfully. “Indeed, the combination of strong liquor and aphrodisiac would amplify the effects.”

Yang Tianfeng was instantly terrified.

Hadn’t Young Master Xu claimed this plan was flawless? How could this pretty boy see through it at a glance?

But as long as the old man didn’t wake up, he could deny everything.

In a frenzy, Yang Tianfeng protested, “Don’t you slander me with your filthy lies! Yang Tianyu, you traitor, colluding with an outsider to frame your own brother!”

Lu Ye said coolly, “Whether you framed him or not will become clear once I wake your father. The truth will speak for itself.”

Yang Tianfeng sneered inwardly. The old man had been comatose since last night, barely clinging to life—how could this pretty boy possibly save him?

To his shock, Lu Ye immediately began the Saving Life and Healing Fist, pounding fiercely at Yang Shengbo’s lower back.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Seeing this, Yang Tianyu panicked and tried to intervene, but Gao Lan stopped him. “Little Lu is using the Saving Life and Healing Fist—don’t get in his way!”

Yang Tianyu suddenly understood. “So he’s Lu Ye?”

He’d heard the stories: Lin Zhongtang of the Lin family had suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and stroke, hanging by a thread, until the Su family’s son-in-law revived him with this very fist technique—and even cured many of his old ailments in the process.

The story had long since spread throughout their social circle.

“He’s Lu Ye?” Yang Tianfeng finally realized, his heart sinking. If that was the case, could the old man really be revived?

No—he couldn’t let that happen!

He lunged, grabbing Lu Ye around the waist in an attempt to pull him away. “You’re crazy! Still denying you’re the lover? Attacking my father right in front of me?”

In a flash, Lu Ye twisted Yang Tianfeng’s wrist, lifted him up, and kicked him into a corner of the garage.

Coughing, Yang Shengbo suddenly stirred after barely half of the Saving Life and Healing Fist had been completed. He coughed a few times, then slowly opened his eyes.

“Husband, you’re awake!”

“Dad!”

Yang Shengbo struggled to sit up, catching his breath and speaking weakly. “I heard everything you all just said.”

Yang Tianfeng shuddered. “Dad, let me explain! Xu Fugui forced me! I never wanted to hurt you, Dad!”

Ignoring the unfilial son, Yang Shengbo turned to Lu Ye. “Mr. Lu, thank you for saving my life, but—”

Lu Ye smiled faintly. “Uncle Yang, please stay seated. Your son’s interference just now nearly ruined everything. I’ll need to start the Saving Life and Healing Fist from the beginning.”

Of course, Lu Ye was only stretching the truth; it was hardly a close call. If the treatment wasn’t completed, the recovery wouldn’t be perfect, that’s all. What he really wanted was to stoke the flames of hatred a bit more.

As expected, Yang Shengbo and Gao Lan both cast hateful glares at Yang Tianfeng.

“Yang Tianfeng, you would even poison your own father? What a vicious, wolf-hearted ambition!”