After the divorce, the aloof CEO begged me not to withdraw my investment.

Ye Feng's heart sank; he roughly understood the whole story.

The old house originally belonged to Xiong's father and second uncle. Later, the second uncle sold his share to Xiong's father in order to do business.

However, when Xiong's father bought the property, no contract was signed, and the property certificate still had his second uncle's name on it.

After Xiong's father passed away, his second uncle used this as an excuse to try to take back the house.

"Why don't you greet people? You have no manners at all!"

Second Uncle pointed at Ye Feng, his face flushed red, and he spat out saliva.

Ye Feng sneered, "Respect depends on who you're being respected. Forgive my bluntness, but you two are not worthy of it."

With difficulty, Aunt Xiong, lying on the hospital bed, raised her hand and said weakly, "Xiao Feng, don't do this, it's impolite..."

Seeing this, Xiong Qing immediately added fuel to the fire: "Godmother, please don't blame Brother Ye Feng. He's been under a lot of pressure lately, working as a security guard. It's understandable that he's a bit temperamental..."

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.

These people actually knew that he had recently started working as a security guard at a branch office.

He glanced at Xiong Qing but didn't argue; he didn't want his godmother to worry.

Aunt Xiong sat up abruptly, glaring at Xiong Qing: "What's wrong with being a security guard? Being a security guard is a respectable job! They don't steal or rob, they earn money through their own labor, which is much better than you lazy, good-for-nothing types!"

She coughed violently a few times, her face growing even paler.

Xiong Qing's girlfriend, a young woman dressed flamboyantly, rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "Security guard? How much can he earn in a month? He probably can't even afford a house."

A surge of anger burned in Ye Feng's chest, but he tried his best to control it.

He couldn't lose his composure in front of his godmother.

"Get out of here!" Aunt Xiong pointed to the door, coughing angrily.

My second uncle, neck stiff and unyielding, declared, "I have a share in this house! I'm here to make things clear! This house must be sold! Otherwise..."

Ye Feng laughed angrily, "You two are really heartless! My godmother is so sick, and you don't come to visit her. The first thing you do when you come is to think about the house!"

Second Uncle loves to use seniority to intimidate people, but this trick doesn't work on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng wasn't a biological son of the Xiong family, so naturally he wasn't afraid of him.

The atmosphere in the ward was tense.

Seeing this, Xiong Qing tugged at her second uncle's sleeve and whispered, "Dad, how about... we go back first? We can talk about it again when Godmother is feeling better?"

He was actually a little afraid of Ye Feng, after all, the memory of being beaten black and blue was still fresh in his mind.

"What are you waiting for!"

Xiong Qing's girlfriend was furious. "If you don't give us this house, I'm not getting married! Xiong Qing, can't you have some self-respect? Why are you so afraid of him!"

Xiong Qing's face flushed red. "Xiao Lan, I'm not afraid of him, I'm just being reasonable..."

The woman named Xiaolan shrieked, "Reasoning? Then let's go through legal procedures! Sue them!"

Upon hearing this, the second uncle immediately perked up and pointed at Ye Feng, demanding, "So? Are you going to sell this house or not?!"

"If my godmother gets sick because of you, I will never let you get away with this!"

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and squeezed out those words.

He could barely control himself and wanted to rush up and punch each of them.

Xiong Qing's face was grim, but he forced a smile and said, "Brother Ye Feng, this matter can't be delayed. Besides, Auntie has already been discharged from the hospital."

He tried to maintain a calm exterior, but inside he was panicking.

Uncle Er wasn't having any of it. He pointed at Ye Feng's nose and yelled, "What do you know, kid! Children shouldn't meddle in their elders' affairs!"

Ye Feng is just an outsider and has no right to interfere in their family affairs.

Ye Feng was furious and took a step forward, but was grabbed by the arm by his godmother Xiong on the hospital bed.

The godmother said weakly, "Xiao Feng, listen to your godmother, you go first."

Seeing his godmother's weak appearance, Ye Feng ultimately held back.

He slowly loosened his fist, turned around, and left the ward.

Liu Qingyi was standing at the door outside the ward.

"what happened?"

Looking at Ye Feng's gloomy face, Liu Qingyi asked with concern.

Ye Feng tried to calm himself down and briefly recounted what had happened in the ward to Liu Qingyi, ending with an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry you had to see this."

It turns out that when Ye Feng's adoptive father, who is also Xiong's godmother's husband, bought this house years ago, he made an agreement with his second uncle that the house would be left to Ye Feng in the future, and they even drew up a written agreement, but the ownership was never transferred.

After his adoptive father passed away, his second uncle claimed that he had also contributed money and wanted a share of the money.

After hearing this, Liu Qingyi frowned slightly, shocked by her second uncle and Xiong Qing's ingratitude.

Did they leave any written proof when they bought the house?

"Yes, there was an agreement written at the time stating that it couldn't be sold, but the ownership wasn't transferred." Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Are there any witnesses?" Liu Qingyi continued to press.

Ye Feng sighed, "My second aunt and godmother are witnesses, but my second aunt has passed away, my godmother is a party involved, and my second uncle doesn't acknowledge it."

"Are they trying to take the house back?" Liu Qingyi asked.

"I wouldn't dare to steal it, but I'd like to buy it back," Ye Feng said with a wry smile.

Liu Qingyi was a little puzzled: "Then just sell them to them."

“If they were truly interested in buying, it wouldn’t have been so complicated,” Ye Feng said with a bitter tone.

Liu Qingyi caught the key point in his words: "This old house is very valuable?"

"Although it's an old house, the storefront facing the street and the two-story building are worth several million in total," Ye Feng explained.

Liu Qingyi quickly calculated in her mind, "In this location, a few million is definitely not enough, it will have to be at least... tens of millions."

“A few years ago, the developer offered 600 million yuan in compensation for demolition, but my godmother didn’t agree,” Ye Feng added.

"This house can't be sold!" Liu Qingyi suggested. "With this location, plus that other half, it's definitely worth tens of millions!"

Suddenly remembering something, she turned to look at Ye Feng, her tone teasing: "I didn't know you were a second-generation rich kid!"

Ye Feng smiled wryly; he was in no mood for jokes at the moment.

“I’m not a second-generation demolition beneficiary. I never intended to take this house. I was just taking care of my comrade’s family.”

Liu Qingyi's joking tone faded, and her expression became more serious. "How much is your second uncle planning to offer?"

"Fifty thousand." Ye Feng sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Fifty thousand?!" Liu Qingyi exclaimed incredulously. "Something worth tens of millions, and he only offered fifty thousand?"

“He felt that my adoptive father had given him 50,000 yuan back then, and now that I’m returning 50,000 yuan to him, he should have a share of the house.”

Ye Feng explained, his tone revealing disgust.

Liu Qingyi was also disgusted.

Is 50,000 yuan a few years ago the same as 50,000 yuan today?

This is too outrageous!

She was speechless for a moment, unable to find the right words to describe this absurd behavior.

Liu Qingyi stomped her foot angrily, "This won't do! It's too much of a bully!"