Extra: Dad’s Troubles (Part 3)

Ye Bufan walked in from outside with a gloomy expression, followed by Ye Tian and Xiao Qing.

Seeing Xiao Yezi crying her eyes out, he felt a pang of heartache. Everything that happened here was under his control, and the reason he appeared now was to help his daughter see things more clearly.

He could crush these two guys in front of him with just a flick of his finger, but he couldn't do that.

Matters of the heart could only be handled by oneself, and the most important thing now was to help his daughter grow quickly.

Compared to these two scumbags, it was more important to help his daughter overcome the gloom in her heart and become more mature, so she could view emotions rationally in the future.

"Daddy!"

Seeing her daddy appear, Xiao Yezi could no longer control the grievance in her heart and threw herself into his arms, crying loudly.

Ye Bufan quickly comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry. Such scum isn't worth your tears."

The old woman and Yang Jian didn't know what kind of existence they were facing, nor did they know they were already standing before the gates of hell.

The two of them were stunned at first. They hadn't expected Xiao Yezi's father to appear, nor had they expected him to be so young and so handsome.

The shock was fleeting, and then, looking at Ye Bufan's ordinary clothes, they were filled with disdain.

Yang Jian even snorted coldly, "What are you pretending for? You talk as if you're so high and mighty, but your daughter still only cared about my money!"

Ye Bufan's eyes shifted, full of coldness, "Do you really think everyone is like you, willing to be someone's dog?"

Meanwhile, the old woman looked at him, her eyes shining brightly. In terms of looks, Yang Jian was somewhat inferior to the man in front of her. If you added in his temperament and masculine aura, it was simply a world of difference.

"Kid, you look pretty good. Come work for me. You can have as much money as you want."

"Is it money again? Then I'll let you frogs in the well see what a rich person is like."

After speaking, Ye Bufan took Xiao Yezi and leaped out of the window to the parking lot outside.

The old woman and the other person hadn't yet figured out what was going on when Ye Tian and Xiao Qing grabbed them by the neck.

They wanted to struggle, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, completely useless, and they were also brought outside.

There were countless vehicles in the parking lot, including a brand new BMW 7 Series, which was the birthday gift the old woman had given Yang Jian earlier.

"Don't cry, Daddy will get even for you."

Ye Bufan comforted Xiao Yezi again, then turned and waved his hand, "Smash this car for me."

Ye Tian didn't hesitate, slapped it down, and the brand new BMW 7 Series was directly flattened into an iron pancake.

"This…"

Yang Jian, who had just recovered, was so scared his jaw dropped. This was too brutal!

In contrast, the old woman was fearless in her ignorance, after all, Cultivators were not uncommon nowadays.

"Kid, what do you want to do? Can you afford to pay for smashing my car?"

Ye Bufan ignored her, waved his hand, and immediately a roar of engines sounded. Countless cars drove in from outside in a line.

In front were ten Rolls-Royces, followed by ten Bentleys, and then ten Aston Martin sports cars.

These cars lined up, orderly, the long convoy like a giant Dragon driving in from outside.

Together there were over a hundred vehicles, and if the parking lot hadn't been large enough, it really couldn't have accommodated them.

The woman and Yang Jian instantly stared blankly. Any one of these cars cost over ten million. In comparison, the recently smashed BMW 7 Series was completely out of its league.

Ye Bufan snorted coldly, "Open your dog eyes and look carefully, these are all my daughter's dowry."

"All dowry!"

Hearing these words, Yang Jian's eyeballs almost flew out of their sockets.

So many luxury cars combined, wouldn't their value exceed several hundred million? No, no, it's several billion. At this moment, he felt his brain wasn't enough, he simply couldn't calculate how much these cars were worth.

Just the dowry alone was so much, how rich must the other party be? Had he missed a gold mine!

The old woman also lost her previous arrogance. She had some small money, and her family had three or four cars, but even all of them combined couldn't compare to one car in front of her.

She had previously looked down on them as poor, but it turned out she was the pauper. This huge wealth disparity left her at a loss.

At this moment, the last car drove into the parking lot, a very large Cullinan, stopping directly in front of Ye Bufan and the others.

The car door opened, and Jiang Fangzhou directed several bodyguards to carry over two large boxes.

Opening the box lids, they were filled with red property certificates of various sizes, clearly all real estate deeds, totaling over a thousand of them.

"These are also my daughter's dowry. There is at least one house in every city, with an area of no less than one thousand square meters."

Ye Bufan's voice sounded again. He originally didn't like to show off, but today's situation was special; he had to help his daughter vent her anger.

"This… so many? Each no less than a thousand square meters?"

Yang Jian felt his understanding of rich people was being refreshed again. How much would so much real estate combined be worth?

He couldn't calculate it, simply couldn't calculate it.

"Fake! It must be fake!"

After receiving such a huge shock one after another, he became somewhat frantic. If it was really like this, then what a foolish thing he had done.

Giving up a super rich and beautiful woman for an old and ugly old woman, just thinking about it could drive one mad.

He directly pounced over, grabbed a property deed from the box, and opened it to find it clearly marked as property in the Imperial Capital. He picked up another, which was property in the Demon Capital.

He consecutively looked at seven or eight books, and each one was real, with properties spread across the globe.

His body stiffened for a moment, then he turned around and knelt down in front of Xiao Yezi with a thud, "My dear, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I promise to be devoted to you from now on.

As long as you can forgive me, you can hit me, scold me, treat me like a dog…"

"Get lost…"

Xiao Yezi looked at the man in front of her, her heart filled with disgust. She had never imagined a person could be so shameless.

With a kick, Yang Jian flew out and fell heavily beside the old woman.

"Only money in your eyes, is it? Don't rush, the grand gift I prepared for you isn't over yet."

As soon as Ye Bufan finished speaking, the roar of helicopters sounded in the air. Three helicopters arrived overhead.

Yang Jian looked up. Could this also be dowry?

But before he could see clearly what was happening, the aircraft doors opened, and then countless banknotes rained down from the sky.

That's right, countless banknotes, not single bills, but stacks and piles.

These bills fell from high altitude, hitting the two people's heads like stones, instantly causing their heads to bleed and their faces to be bruised and swollen.

One helicopter left, followed by the second one doing the same.

When all three helicopters had flown away, the old woman and Yang Jian were completely buried by banknotes, screaming like pigs.

Ye Bufan waved his hand, and the banknotes scattered, revealing the two pig-like heads in sight again.

He turned to his daughter, "How is it, did you get your anger out?"

Xiao Yezi nodded, "Thank you, Daddy, I'm fine now!"

"Do you want to kill them?"

As soon as Ye Bufan said this, the old woman and Yang Jian almost peed their pants in fright.

Although they still didn't know the other party's identity, one thing was certain: for him, killing them was as simple as killing a chicken.

Xiao Yezi showed a brilliant smile, "Forget it, they're not worth it, Daddy, let's go."

"Alright, let's go home."

Ye Bufan turned and said, "Collect all this money, don't let them take a single bill."

Soon, a hundred luxury cars drove away, and the large piles of banknotes were also neatly collected, leaving only the two bruised and swollen people.

"You bastard, you've ruined me!"

Although she narrowly saved her life, the old woman also knew she had provoked someone she shouldn't have. She kicked Yang Jian in the face and left in a huff.

Yang Jian climbed up from the ground, his guts turning green with regret, wishing he could just bash his head against something and die.

What had he done after all? Such a good girl, so much dowry, and he had foolishly missed it!

He slapped himself hard twice, then sat there wailing, crying heartbrokenly.

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