I Have an Immortal Emperor Uncle Who Farms at Home Chapter 30: Coming to Arrest

After the three of them walked out of the Haoxiang Hotel—

"Chen Zhihao, thanks for what you did just now."

Even though they were like brothers, Ye Fan never expected that Chen Zhihao would actually risk his life to save him and Nuonuo.

Chen Zhihao gave Ye Fan a light shove and said irritably, "Hey, Ye Fan, don’t get all formal on me now. I believe that if I were in danger, you’d do the same. We’re brothers, aren’t we?"

Ye Fan chuckled and teased, "Hahaha, if you’re ever in danger, I’ll be the first one to run far away."

"You bastard, Ye Fan. Got no conscience? After I took a hit for you just now?"

Though he said that, Chen Zhihao obviously knew Ye Fan was only joking.

And deep down, Ye Fan had already made up his mind: from now on, if Chen Zhihao ever had any trouble, he’d help no matter what.

"But seriously," Chen Zhihao asked, "when did you get so good at fighting?"

Ye Fan just smiled knowingly, "Didn’t I disappear for a while? I was training during that time."

"Training? Damn, and you didn’t even tell me? That kind of good stuff you should’ve shared!"

"I’ll definitely teach you when I’ve got time."

"No way, I’m not waiting. You have to teach me right now!"

"Alright, alright, let’s head home first. My sister’s still waiting for us."

"Okay, you carry Nuonuo, I’ll ride my bike. And don’t forget that training promise."

Then Chen Zhihao handed sleepy little Nuonuo over to Ye Fan, she was already dozing off from exhaustion.

As Ye Fan looked at Chen Zhihao pedaling ahead, a flicker of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Who really is this guy?"

Since the day they became close, Chen Zhihao had always had Ye Fan’s back even back when Ye Fan was broke, Zhihao still hung out with him, along with Han Cong.

"Whatever, I’ll think about that later."

Right now, Ye Fan genuinely believed that the two of them truly saw him as a brother. And as long as someone treated him with sincerity, he’d repay them a hundredfold.

Meanwhile, Chen Zhihao was having the same thought: "What exactly has Ye Fan been through?"

……

Tianhu City, inside the Han Corporation’s commercial building.

"Master, it’s all been taken care of."

A middle-aged man stood respectfully in front of Han Zhengguo. His aura, at the peak of the Golden Core stage, was exceptionally steady.

Meanwhile, Han Zhengguo was lounging comfortably on a sofa, idly toying with a red Hetian jade, eyes closed as he relaxed.

"Hmm. Did the young master say anything?"

"Well... I couldn’t reach him by phone, so I’m not sure."

"Damn it, that ungrateful brat! When he needs something, he’s all sweet and affectionate. But when he doesn’t, he acts like I don’t exist."

"Hahaha, the young master still won’t forgive you, huh?"

"Hmph! Old Yang, next time that ungrateful brat comes begging for anything, hang up immediately. Just pretend he doesn’t exist."

"Sir, can you really bring yourself to do that?"

"Why wouldn’t I? Without him, I’d be living even more freely." Han Zhengguo seemed to remember something and continued, "Right, how much money did we drain from the other side?"

"Sir, we drained over 3.5 million."

"What the hell, only that much? Fine, just send all of it to that little brat."

"Yes, sir."

A smile crept onto Yang Wanli’s face. As always, his boss had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Just moments ago, he was talking about cutting ties with Han Cong yet here he was, sending him millions behind the scenes.

……

Tianhu City, inside the National Security Administration Building.

"Minister Zheng, the matter has been resolved."

"Good. Everything must be handled in accordance with Huaxia’s laws."

"Dismissed."

After speaking, Zheng Xiuxian motioned for the staff to leave. Then, she made a discreet phone call.

"Hey, the boy is doing fine."

"Mm, that’s good to hear."

"But... recently, that rascal Ye Fan got himself into some trouble."

"Xiuxian, you know as well as I do, no matter what happens, we have to support that kid."

"Don’t worry. I understand that clearly."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Zheng Xiuxian’s voice.

"Still, we shouldn’t give it everything we’ve got. Let him go through a little hardship. After all—" Chen Shenke paused briefly, then continued, "Never mind, we’ll talk about this later."

"Alright, that’s it then. I won’t be coming home tonight."

As soon as Zheng Xiuxian said that, she hung up the phone.

"Hey... hey... fine, don’t come back if you don’t want to. Why throw a tantrum?"

Still, Chen Shenke understood. Ever since he’d arranged for their son to be placed beside Ye Fan, she hadn’t been friendly toward him at all.

"Ah, honey... I just wish you’d understand the intentions behind what I did."

Ping'an Village

Han Cong arrived at Ye Fan’s home.

Knock, knock...

"Sister Qingcheng, are you home?"

Woof, woof...

After a moment, Ye Qingcheng’s voice came from inside the courtyard. "Who is it?"

As she spoke, Ye Qingcheng opened the door and saw Han Cong. After all, back when Ye Fan was still around, Han Cong and Chen Zhihao often came over to "mooch some food."

"Well, if it isn’t Han Cong! What brings you here?"

"Sister Qingcheng, it hasn’t been that long, but you’ve gotten even more beautiful."

"Hahaha, you little rascal, still so good with words. Come on in."

"Sure thing!"

But as soon as Han Cong entered the yard, he noticed Song Lianjun. That’s right, Song Lianjun had come over that morning and still hadn’t left.

"Excuse me, who is this?"

"Hello, I’m Song Lianjun."

Song Lianjun introduced himself while sitting on a stone bench.

Han Cong politely responded, "Nice to meet you, Uncle Song. I’m Han Cong."

Strangely though, Da Huang didn’t treat Han Cong the same way it had treated Song Lianjun. Instead, Da Huang walked right up to Han Cong, wagging its tail in a friendly greeting.

Han Cong happily patted Da Huang on the head, while Song Lianjun’s face twitched, and he muttered under his breath, "Stupid dog. Same outsiders, why the double standard?"

What he didn’t know was that Da Huang had smelled Ye Fan’s scent on Han Cong.

"Oh right, sis, Ye Fan and the others said they might be a bit late."

"What happened to them?"

"Well, they said they went to buy some groceries. After all, that guy Chen Zhihao’s coming too."

"No wonder it’s so late and they’re still not back."

"Don’t worry, sis, they’ll be here soon."

"Yeah, I think they’ll show up any moment now."

Knock, knock...

Just then, there was another knock at the door.

"That’s probably them."

Ye Qingcheng headed over to open the door.

But Han Cong looked puzzled. "That was fast, did they really finish up already?"

Meanwhile, Da Huang kept howling non-stop because he could smell that the people outside weren’t Ye Fan. He frantically tried to alert Ye Qingcheng.

But Ye Qingcheng had no idea what Da Huang was trying to tell her. She simply thought he was just overly excited.

Then, Ye Qingcheng opened the door, only to find it wasn’t Ye Fan.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Hello, my name is Qiu Lichen."

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"My young master wishes to speak with you."

As soon as he said that, Qiu Lichen’s eyes turned cold. He immediately reached out, trying to grab Ye Qingcheng.

"Sis, watch out!"

"Damn it! You dare lay a hand on my master in front of me? You must have a death wish!" Da Huang was about to attack but hesitated. Ye Fan had warned him not to reveal his identity unless it was absolutely necessary.

"What should I do…" Da Huang growled anxiously as he saw the man was about to grab Ye Qingcheng. "Screw it, if I get exposed, so be it."

Just as Da Huang was about to move, Song Lianjun acted first. He stepped up and grabbed Qiu Lichen’s wrist.

"You punk, how dare you try to touch my benefactor right in front of me?"

Qiu Lichen hadn’t expected there to be an old man in the courtyard. "Who are you?"

"My name is Song, Song Lianjun."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Lianjun forcefully flung Qiu Lichen’s arm away, making him stumble back a few steps.

"Song Lianjun..." A name flashed through Qiu Lichen’s mind. "You’re Song Lianjun from the Song family in Ying City?"

"Hahaha, I’m surprised someone still remembers me after all these years."

"But the rumors said you were dead."

"How could I die without first getting my revenge?"

"Song Lianjun, we’ve never crossed paths before, we should stay out of each other’s business."

"I can’t do that. This family did me a great favor."

"Song Lianjun, I doubt your body has fully recovered to its prime."

"Even so, taking care of you is more than manageable."

"If that’s how it is, then don’t blame me for what happens next."