Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Ye Zhouyang paused, wondering who else might come knocking. "You keep eating, I'll go open the door and see." With that, he got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Then he saw Ye's father standing at the door, his face gloomy. Upon seeing Ye Zhouyang, he slapped him almost without hesitation: "You unfilial son!"

Ye Zhouyang turned his head away after being slapped, then looked at his father with a smile on his face: "What do you mean by that, Father? I just took what would belong to me in the future. I don't think I did anything wrong."

"You, Ye Zhouyang! You've gone too far! I'm a part of the Ye family, I'm your father! You've taken all the shares for yourself, what are you trying to do? I'm not dead yet!" Ye's father was clearly enraged.

Hearing the noise, Pan Yang put down his chopsticks and looked at Ye's father, rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't mind if you died now. You're going to die sooner or later anyway."

"Father, as the saying goes, everyone dies eventually, whether they die sooner or later. I'm just doing this ahead of time. Of course, if you want to die now, I don't mind," Ye Zhouyang said slowly.

Pan Yang blinked. Oh wow, the hidden character is on the same wavelength as him! Promising! Very promising!

Mr. Ye clutched his chest and coughed violently a few times. He was furious: "If I had known you were a wolf in sheep's clothing, I should have sent you to see your mother when she passed away!"

"Heh, I'm afraid Mother will drag you to hell the moment the time comes." Ye Zhouyang's eyes darkened: "Father, I'm only calling you Father now because of Mother. Don't think I really respect you like a father."

"You!" Upon hearing this, Ye's father raised his hand to slap him, but before his hand could land, he was kicked to the ground.

Pan Yang tugged at Ye Zhouyang, stood at the door and coldly looked at Ye's father. It was obvious that he was the one who kicked him just now.

"Yun Panyang?" When Ye's father saw Panyang, he laughed in anger: "I knew you had some tricks up your sleeve. So you got this kid."

Pan Yang rolled his eyes. To be honest, he really wanted to beat this person up, and of course, he did. He beat Ye's father to the ground and then casually closed the door.

Then, looking at Ye Zhouyang's face, which was half red, he felt that he hadn't beaten the old man enough. He should have beaten the old man half to death and thrown him into the street.

Ye Zhouyang noticed that Pan Yang was unhappy and shook his head: "It's okay, it will go away in a while. The food should be cold by now. You probably haven't eaten enough yet, so I'll heat it up."

Pan Yang grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the sofa. Then she took a few ice packs from the refrigerator and threw them into Ye Zhouyang's hands, while she ran to the kitchen to heat up the dishes.

After the two finished eating and washing the dishes, Ye Zhouyang looked at the expressionless Pan Yang with some helplessness: "Are you angry? Look, you're not red anymore." As he spoke, he turned his head to show Pan Yang.

Looking at her still slightly flushed profile, Huan Yang took a deep breath. "Oh right, it's not red anymore. Just because I can't speak doesn't mean I'm blind. Why does everyone in the world think I'm a little kid?"

"I was wrong, don't be angry." Ye Zhouyang held Pan Yang's hand: "Think about it on the bright side. At least he really had no other choice but to come to me, so it means that I'm in charge of the Ye family now, and I've actually benefited."

Pan Yang rolled his eyes without any attempt to hide it. He had strongly opposed Ye Zhouyang's withdrawal from the literary debate back then. He then sighed, took out his phone, and typed: "Yeah, I'm not angry anymore." He'd have to find some time to beat that old man up a few more times later. He shouldn't be too bad if he beat him to death or landed him in the hospital.

Ye Zhouyang looked at him, an imperceptible expression appearing on his face. He was silently ashamed; his Huanyang seemed to be a bit terrifying after all.

The Ye family quickly held a press conference afterward, announcing that Ye Zhouyang was the new president of the Ye Group, which was clearly expected.

Of course, we still need to hold a banquet to celebrate, and also to promote communication between various companies and enterprises, and in a sense, to talk business.

What Pan Yang didn't expect was that Ye Duan also appeared, wearing an expensive suit, with a smile on his face but a slight frown, as if he were smiling bitterly. He really made Pan Yang feel that Ye Duan was an innocent and stubborn person.

Pan Yang was just passing by when he sighed, his voice a little hoarse: "You must be laughing at me. I was hoping to be friends with you before, but it seems I'm really not destined for that."

"Yes, that's right," Pan Yang thought to himself and nodded seriously. "That's right, you just don't have that fate. There's nothing I can do about it. Your fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens."

Ye Duan's expression visibly stiffened for a moment, then he smiled bitterly, seemingly somewhat helpless: "But I didn't want to compete with him for anything. I am an illegitimate child, so it's only right that he suppresses me like this. It's just that I wish I were just a child from an ordinary family."

Pan Yang blinked. "So? What are you trying to say?"

"It's a pity I can't choose my own background. Should I be glad I'm still alive? But it seems so meaningless. I didn't do anything wrong, it's just my identity..." He lowered his eyes as he spoke, seemingly very sad.

It has to be said that every villain's acting skills were superb. If Fan Yang hadn't known what he had done, he would have actually believed it. No way! How could he possibly believe this person? He looked like a wicked person with a dark aura. Besides, who would cry about being pitiful when they are a good person? The acting was excellent, so excellent, worthy of praise!

"Ye Duan, what are you doing?" Ye Zhouyang noticed this and slowly walked to Pan Yang's side, naturally taking Pan Yang's hand.

"I was just having a casual chat with Young Master Yun." A hint of disgust flashed in Ye Duan's eyes as he forced a smile and spoke.

Pan Yang squeezed Ye Zhouyang's hand. "Don't talk nonsense. I don't want to talk to you. I'm just listening to your one-sided ramblings."

"But why do I feel like you're the one forcing Huan Yang to listen to your nonsense?" Ye Zhouyang's voice was calm, but it carried a hint of danger.

Pan Yang's eyes lit up as he looked at Ye Zhouyang. Ye Zhouyang seemed to have noticed him, and the two locked eyes for a second. Then Ye Zhouyang looked at Ye Duan and narrowed his eyes.

Ye Duan composed himself, gritted his teeth, and said, "You're joking. I'll be leaving now. Have a good time." With that, he walked straight out of the banquet hall.

Instead of looking at him, Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang. To be honest, he seriously doubted whether Zhou Yang could hear what he was thinking. These days, he felt that what Zhou Yang said was surprisingly consistent with what he was thinking.

Thinking of this, he simply took out his phone and typed a few words: "By the way, are you hiding something from me?"