“The Ye family of Yanjing?” Xiao Churan blurted out, “Yes, I’ve heard of them. They’re among the top in the country. I heard the Dihao Group in Jinling was bought by the Ye family…”
At this, Xiao Churan’s heart skipped a beat, and she thought, “Dihao Group… the Ye family… Ye Chen… could there be a connection?”
She suddenly recalled when the news of Dihao Group’s change of ownership broke, the Xiao family was in dire straits. Her grandmother was desperate to secure a partnership with Dihao Group. Xiao Churan, naively stepping forward, thought she had no chance. Yet, Wang Dongxue, Dihao Group’s vice-chairman, not only approved her contract but even attended the Xiao family’s press conference.
Back then, she couldn’t fathom why Wang Dongxue treated her so favourably.
But if Ye Chen was connected to the Ye family, it all seemed to make sense…
Nervous, she looked at Jing Qing and asked, “Master, are you saying my husband is from the Ye family of Yanjing?”
Jing Qing didn’t answer directly but said earnestly, “As far as I know, the most outstanding second-generation heir of the Ye family was Ye Changying. His wife, An Chengqi, had an even greater background as the eldest daughter of the An family, the top Chinese family in America, far surpassing the Ye family in strength. They were immensely famous in the Chinese community, even globally renowned. Have you heard of them?”
“Yes,” Xiao Churan nodded. She wasn’t familiar with Ye Changying, but An Chengqi’s story was an inspiration to countless Chinese women. During her masterclass training in the U.S., many classmates were ardent fans of An Chengqi.
Her anxiety grew, and she asked Jing Qing, “Are… are they related to my husband?”
Jing Qing continued, “I’ve heard that, just over twenty years ago, the couple clashed with the Rothschild family, left the Ye family, and were later killed by enemies. Are you aware of this?”
Xiao Churan nodded, “I… I’ve heard something about it.”
Jing Qing asked, “Do you know where they met their end?”
Xiao Churan shook her head like a rattle, “I really don’t know… Does Master know?”
Jing Qing nodded slightly, looking at Xiao Churan earnestly, “They were killed in Jinling over twenty years ago!”
“Jinling?!”
Xiao Churan’s eyes widened.
As if sensing something, her breathing quickened, her heartbeat racing and erratic.
Jing Qing added, “Ye Changying and An Chengqi had only one child, a boy. After their deaths, that boy vanished, and no one knew whether he lived or died…”
Xiao Churan felt as if her mind had been struck by lightning. Recalling Ye Chen’s age, she instinctively asked, “Master… how old was that boy when he disappeared?”
Jing Qing met her shocked gaze and said resolutely, “He was eight years old when he vanished!”
“What?!” Xiao Churan felt dizzy, barely steadying herself, and said nervously, “My husband entered the orphanage at eight and lived there until he was eighteen. He’s about to turn twenty-nine… isn’t that too much of a coincidence?”
Jing Qing said calmly, “From his fate, your husband’s parents were no ordinary people. Ye Changying and An Chengqi were true dragons among men. Moreover, your husband’s surname is Ye, and the timing and location align. I believe your husband is likely their only son!”
