Facing it alone!
Hearing Fang Junxue's words, Ye Ming was not surprised. He knew very well that Fang Junxue was never a timid person. On the contrary, she would be tougher than anyone else on this matter concerning the Fang family.
However, not everyone knew the reasons behind this.
"Sister Junxue, if the Fang family is willing to negotiate with you conventionally, I have nothing to worry about," Ye Ming stepped forward and reminded her, "But what if they resort to some unconventional means?"
Unconventional means!
Indeed, after Fang Junxue's identity as the president of Qingyun Group was revealed, many companies had already terminated their cooperation with the Fang family, fearing suppression by Qingyun Group. Therefore, the Fang family's situation could be described as a nosedive.
Under such immense pressure, it was uncertain whether the Fang family would resort to any extreme actions.
"I am well aware of that!" Fang Junxue looked at Ye Ming, her eyes carrying a hint of coldness, and said, "If they cross the final line, then I will have no reason to hold back."
She!
Was not a soft-hearted person.
"Alright! I'll listen to you."
Ye Ming smiled faintly, this was the Fang Junxue he liked.
"Don't worry, I will arrange for someone to protect you in secret," Ye Ming changed the subject, his voice low, "If the Fang family truly takes that step, then there will be no need for their existence."
Looking at the man before her, Fang Junxue's lips curved slightly. She knew she would not be harmed.
Because, there would always be someone watching over her.
"Alright, I'm leaving!"
Afterward, Fang Junxue left with Bai Qiushui.
"Ye Ming, is it really okay?"
Watching their departing figures, Nangong Qianyu was still somewhat worried.
"Don't worry!" Ye Ming reached out and gently ruffled her head, smiling, "With me here, no one can harm Sister Junxue."
"Slap!"
Nangong Qianyu slapped Ye Ming's hand away, saying irritably, "Hmph! You're not allowed to pat my head."
"Let's go, time for the live stream."
…
Half an hour later.
Fang Junxue looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar building before her, a sense of melancholy stirring within her.
"Three years, I've finally returned!" Fang Junxue couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Bai Qiushui stood silently to the side, not speaking. She knew that Fang Junxue's mood must be complex upon returning here.
At this moment, a black aura began to condense in front of the two women, and then a figure appeared before them.
He knelt on one knee, speaking with a respectful tone, "Greetings, two chief consorts. I am Sezif, a dark shadow guard sent by the Divine Lord to protect you."
Chief consorts?
Divine Lord?
Hearing these titles, Fang Junxue and Bai Qiushui were both stunned.
Sezif lowered his head, seeing that the two women remained silent, and seemed confused. However, he did not dare to speak further, maintaining his respectful posture.
After a moment, the two women came back to their senses, but their eyes were still full of bewilderment.
"Is the Divine Lord you speak of referring to Ye Ming?" Fang Junxue composed herself and asked.
"Yes!" Sezif replied with his head lowered.
Yet, a hint of confusion in his tone, he speculated in his heart: "Do the two Divine Consorts not know the Divine Lord's identity?"
"Ah! This..." Bai Qiushui beside her was somewhat dumbfounded.
She distinctly remembered the man, Sezif, addressing them as "chief consorts" earlier.
This meant that she had become Ye Ming's consort.
Thinking of this, Bai Qiushui's cheeks flushed like a sunset.
"Cough! Alright! I understand!"
Fortunately, Fang Junxue did not lose her composure like Bai Qiushui and quickly adapted to the identity. After all, her understanding of Ye Ming was far beyond what Bai Qiushui and Nangong Qianyu could compare to.
"You stay hidden," Fang Junxue said to Sezif, her tone calm, "If we don't encounter any danger, you don't need to reveal yourself."
"Understood!"
As Sezif finished speaking, his body once again turned into a black mist and dissipated into the air.
"Hoo!"
After Sezif left, Fang Junxue also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that maintaining the image of a "chief consort" was not as easy as it appeared on the surface.
"Sis… Sister Junxue, Ye Ming he…"
Looking at Sezif who had vanished into the air, Bai Qiushui was still somewhat shaken.
She had never witnessed such a method before.
Even though she knew Ye Ming was an immortal cultivator, she was still shocked by his subordinates.
"Who he is doesn't matter," Fang Junxue smiled charmingly, "What matters is that he is the Ye Ming we know."
Seeing Fang Junxue's smile, for some reason, Bai Qiushui felt a hint of indescribable sweetness and contentment behind it.
However, Bai Qiushui also agreed with Fang Junxue's words: "Yes, it really doesn't matter."
So, regarding the title of "chief consort," did it matter to Bai Qiushui?
This was something only she herself knew.
"Let's go!"
Fang Junxue tidied up her emotions and walked towards the building where she had lived since childhood.
…
Meanwhile, in the Lin family hall.
The Lin family members who had dispersed last night were once again summoned here.
The atmosphere at the scene was even more somber and mournful than last night.
Because not long ago, they had discovered a cold corpse in their own courtyard.
The deceased: Lin Zifeng.
How long had it been? Not long after their old patriarch, Lin Cangpan, passed away, the second young master of the Lin family had followed suit.
The implications of this were truly chilling.
Currently, a dark cloud, thick enough to obscure all sight, had enveloped the hearts of everyone in the Lin family. A deep-seated sense of dread had descended upon the silent hall.
Lin Fengxuan sat in the main seat, beside him was his only son at the moment—Lin Zihong.
He closed his eyes slightly, his right hand formed into a fist, pressed against his brow.
Lin Fengxuan's expression showed no obvious change, but for some reason, Lin Zihong beside him felt an extremely gloomy and chilling aura, making one's blood run cold.
At this moment, looking at his father beside him, Lin Zihong felt a sense of unfamiliarity he had never experienced before.
"This..." Lin Zihong trembled inwardly.
After a long silence, Lin Fengxuan opened his eyes. Instantly, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees. An inexplicable chill swept through the hall.
"If I do not avenge this, I, Lin Fengxuan, am no human!"
…
Fang Family.
As Fang Junxue stepped into the Fang family courtyard, the familiar scenery began to merge with the images in her memory. Even after being away for so long, she could still feel that familiarity in these small details.
However, it lacked the warmth of home.
At this moment, nearly twenty figures stood before the entrance of the Fang family hall.
At the very front was a handsome young man.
"Junxue, welcome home!"