Bab 1: Chapter 1: The Outcast of the Ye Family
The sunlight mercilessly poured over the Ye family's magnificent mansion, the flying eaves and arches, carved beams and paintings seem to be gilded with a layer of piercing gold, which should be a manifestation of the family's glory and majesty, but at the moment it became the most piercing scene in Ye Xingchen's eyes. The vermilion door, once a warm symbol of homecoming for him, was now like a bloody mouth, hideously and coldly devouring all his hopes and dignity.
Inside the Ye family's council chamber, the atmosphere was as depressing as the dead silence before a storm, so dull that people almost suffocated. Ye Xing Chen's stance was straight, like a pine standing proudly in the cold winter, and even though his clothes were no longer gorgeous, that innate noble temperament could not be concealed in the slightest. His gaze is firm and sharp, like the stars in the cold night, once it was full of the family's future vision and hot expectations, he had countless times fantasized that by virtue of his own talent and hard work, to lead the Ye family to a more brilliant peak, so that the family's glory in his hands bloomed a more brilliant luster. However, at this moment, all those beautiful visions had been replaced by the blazing fire of anger and unwillingness, which was burning fiercely in the depths of his eyes, almost ready to erupt. He roared in his heart: ''I am loyal to the family, and I only care about the prosperity of the family, why should I be subjected to such slander? The black hand behind this conspiracy, I will not let it go!"
"Ye Xing Chen, you colluded with foreign enemies and betrayed the family, such evil deeds are simply a crime that cannot be punished, and heaven will not tolerate it!" A family elder roared in anger, red in the face and red in the ears, veins rippled on his neck, his face distorted due to extreme anger appeared particularly hideous and horrifying, spittle splattered indiscriminately in the air like a concealed weapon, every word was like a sharp blade, viciously stabbing at Ye Xing Chen.
Ye Xing Chen tightly bit his lower lip, until the pink lips gradually turned pale, a trace of blood slowly seeped out along the corners of his mouth, but he was oblivious. Hands tightly clenched fists, knuckles due to excessive force and white, issued a slight "cackle" sound, as if to this world all the grievances and injustices are clenched in the hands, pinch a crush. His voice was low and strong, but slightly trembling with anger, echoing in the terrifyingly silent council chamber: "I, Ye Xingchen, am loyal to the family, and this heart can be shown to the sun and moon, and heaven and earth can be seen! There must be someone deliberately plotting to frame me, trying to put me in a place of no return!" However, his cry of strength and justice, in the eyes of the family executives that were as cold as ice, full of malice and suspicion, appeared so pale and powerless, like the wail of a lonely goose in the vast desert, instantly swallowed up by endless indifference and darkness, without a ripple of hope.
In the shocking waves and dark tides of the family power struggle, he, the genius young man who was once pinned high hopes on the family, was innocently reduced to a victim of the power struggle. Those who have evil intentions and desire for profit, in order to their own selfish desires, carefully weave this huge net, will be the trumped-up charges such as a heavy yoke forced on his body. In the family's cold, merciless, unquestionable sentence, Ye Xing Chen was expelled from the family, his name instantly fell into the family's taboo, become the object of the people's spit and contempt. Those who had once surrounded him with flattery and fawning, at this moment had shunned him, and even fell on him, the ugliness of human nature was revealed at this moment.
He was penniless, just like a leaf drifting in the wind, staggering alone and helplessly in the traffic of the bustling city. The neat and gorgeous, exquisitely tailored clothes of the past have long disappeared, replaced by worn and stained rags, shivering in the cold wind, as if crying in a low voice his misery. The people around him were in a hurry, occasionally casting glances of contempt and disdain, as if he was the most unattractive filth in the city, the source of the plague, and everyone wanted to avoid him. Street punks see his downtrodden appearance, but also like a vicious wolf surrounded, wantonly ridicule, provocation, that ear-piercing voice like sharp arrows, time and again viciously pierced his eardrums, piercing his innermost being. At this moment, his heart was filled with bitterness and sadness, thinking about his former glory and then looking at his present downfall, he secretly vowed to rise again.
"Yo, isn't this the once mighty and unrivaled young master of the Ye family? How did he end up in such a state now, like a bereaved dog, wandering pitifully on the streets here." A small gangster with a head of blindingly yellow hair, half a cigarette in his mouth, and a face full of horizontal meat with a hideous scar shouted playfully, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule. After saying that, he also deliberately spat a mouthful of thick phlegm viciously at Ye Xing Chen's feet, the sticky, foul-smelling phlegm seemed to be a merciless trampling on his dignity, another heavy blow given to him by this cold world.
Ye Xing Chen's fists trembled slightly, the anger in his heart surged like a volcano about to erupt, and the hot magma tumbled violently within his chest cavity, almost drowning his sanity completely. However, he took a deep breath, forcibly holding back the anger that was almost out of control within him, and sidestepped around the group of punks with the agility of a breeze. He knew that at this moment, he was no longer the honorable young master who had the family's protection, and before he had enough strength, his impulsiveness would only make him fall into a deeper and deeper desperate situation, as if he was plunged into a bottomless swamp, and the more he struggled, the deeper he fell in. He secretly swore in his heart, all the humiliation he suffered today, he will return it with a thousand times more strength, let those who had hurt him tremble and beg for forgiveness under his feet, let them pay a terrible price for what they had done, and pay for the blood debt in blood.
The night slowly descended like a huge and heavy black curtain, enveloping the entire city tightly. The city was decorated with bright lights like a dreamy fairyland, neon lights flashing, traffic, a prosperous and noisy scene. Ye Xing Chen, on the other hand, could only be like a wounded beast, huddled in the corner of a dim and damp alley that reeked of rotting odor. The icy cold night wind was like a sharp blade, whistling past, mercilessly cutting into his thin body, and he hugged his shivering body tightly, trying to get a trace of warmth from his own body heat. His stomach also grumbled at this time, the sound in the silent alley seemed particularly clear, as if it was his body's strong protest against him, protesting the injustice and cruelty of this fate. He hadn't eaten a grain of rice for a whole day, but hunger didn't break his tenacious will, on the contrary, it made his eyes even more determined as a rock, in this endless darkness and predicament, there was a blazing flame burning in his heart, which was the unyielding resistance to the injustice of fate, the persistent search for the truth of the family, and even more so, the strong desire for a reversal of fortune in the future. This flame is like a bright light that will illuminate the way for him in this long dark night, leading him to break through the darkness and move towards the shore of splendor.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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