Chapter 12 Clues_1

He wore a mask and walked out slowly, sneering, "Yang Family! If you say you're not from the Yang Family, I might spare your life, but if you admit it!"

The befuddled Yang Ghost Hand gazed at Yang Yi and the mask over his cheap shirt, and then at the kindergarten toy mask, wondering if this was actually a joke.

Because Yang Yi was using a medical technique to disguise his voice, which was slightly hoarse, Yang Ghost Hand couldn't recognize him, but he truly couldn't believe that the man who had just taken action was this person.

Thus, Yang Ghost Hand probed, "May I ask who is present, and why hold such prejudice against the Yang Family?"

Yang Yi was in a hurry to buy groceries and did not want to waste words with Yang Ghost Hand, so he immediately brought out the Guardian Needle and launched it at the acupoints.

"Yang Family's secret technique! You!"

Yang Ghost Hand's face changed, feeling as though he had encountered a ghost.

One must know that the Seven Needles of the Ghost Gate were the Yang Family's secret, never taught to outsiders. How could this man know it too, and even be at a higher level than he?

Three needles were thrown, one forcing back the needles that were controlling Chen Lin's acupoints, and another directly crippling Yang Ghost Hand's Inner Qi in the Dantian.

"Clang clang!" The three needles flew out, instantly reversing the adverse situation Chen Lin was in.

She looked up at Yang Yi with admiration, this man in a mask was also her lifesaver.

She was about to say thank you when Yang Ghost Hand exclaimed, "You! You dare to destroy my fu..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Yi coldly replied, "Chen Lin, right? I am your martial uncle, no need to thank me! You should deal with these evildoers now!"

After making up an identity on the spot, Yang Yi went back to his Mercedes-Maybach, took off the mask, and let out a sigh of relief.

Although Yang Ghost Hand seemed motionless just now, he had actually made a secret move against Yang Yi, which was forcefully repelled by another needle.

However, Yang Yi had just recovered and had used his Inner Qi three times, so his face was also slightly pale at this moment.

Knowing the ambition and ruthlessness of the Yang Family, Yang Yi was determined not to repeat past mistakes.

He understood that behind him were Yi Yi and Gu Qingya; if he failed to defeat the Yang Family, they too could be doomed.

After buying groceries and returning home, Yi Yi had recovered a lot and Gu Qingya was accompanying her watching cartoons.

As soon as she heard Yang Yi arrive, she immediately bounced to the door and warmly exclaimed, "Daddy, did you buy my ice cream?"

Yang Yi scratched his head, embarrassed, "Oh! I seem to have forgotten."

Instantly, Yi Yi frowned, "Daddy doesn't love Yi Yi anymore, he didn't buy the ice cream!"

"Yi Yi, look what this is!"

Yang Yi, with a sweet smile, took out an ice cream from behind and handed it to Yi Yi, who immediately jumped with joy.

Gu Qingya, who walked over, looked unhappy and took a deep breath, "Child, eat less of these sweets."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Yang Yi, who was sweating profusely. Though her tone was stern, it carried a hint of cuteness.

Yang Yi nodded and gently pinched Yi Yi's cheek, teasing, "Yi Yi, did you hear that? You should listen to what Mommy says, okay?"

"Mhm, I will eat less sweets in the future!"

Yi Yi pretended to understand, looking utterly adorable.

Seeing Yi Yi cheerfully go back to watching cartoons, healthy and lively, Gu Qingya was also greatly relieved and took the groceries from Yang Yi's hands.

"You take a rest! I'll cook dinner tonight."

Gu Qingya said, her eyes casting a smile.

This was the first time, and the exhaustion that Yang Yi had felt seemed to vanish completely, he joyfully said, "Ah! I've been wanting to taste my wife's cooking!"

Yang Yi, with a mischievous grin, put on an expectant look. Gu Qingya frowned, "What are you doing? If my mom sees this, she'll scold you to death!"

At that remark, it was as if a clear spring flowed into his heart, and Yang Yi chuckled, "Heh, it's alright, I'm used to being scolded."

Speaking thus, Yang Yi lazily lay on the sofa, watching Gu Qingya enter the kitchen, and felt a surge of joy for life flow through him.

But a glance at the invitation card made Yang Yi's expression once again turn grave. He knew that it was a trap set by the Yang Family.

If he didn't go, the Yang Family would think he was afraid and might use some method to debilitate him again.

After dinner, Yang Yi smoked alone in the bathroom, a rare habit of his.

Yi Yi had already fallen asleep, and Chen Yating had gone out to play mahjong, leaving only Yang Yi pondering the impending crisis.

Suddenly, a delicate hand reached over, resting on his shoulder, showing concern, "Are you worried about something?"

Gu Qingya, clad in pajamas and looking beautiful, gazed at Yang Yi, clearly having been watching him for a long time.

Yang Yi, pulling his thoughts out of deep contemplation, smiled faintly, "Not really, I was just thinking about the medical conference next week."

Gu Qingya wasn't a fool, and she had long noticed something was amiss, so she sighed and said, "It's fine, isn't our life good as it is? If it's too much trouble, we don't have to go."

Gu Qingya spoke those words mainly because she was unaware of the Yang Family's tactics. How could they possibly allow Yang Yi to live quietly?

The attempt on Yi Yi was the Yang Family probing Yang Yi's current strength. In their eyes, only the dead and the disabled posed no threat.

Yang Yi, aware of this, shook his head, "No, I must attend the medical conference!"

Gu Qingya heard this firm and domineering voice for the first time, as if of a trapped beast that had been enduring for countless years.

"Alright, I trust you."

Gu Qingya gave Yang Yi a trust-filled kiss, which touched his heart.