C75 Poor Second Rich Generation Henry

Ye Mingyuan was reflecting on how just the other day he sat with the General, sipping tea and chatting about the younger generation. The General had advised him not to be as stingy with the young ones as he was back in his days in the bandit hideout.

Ye Mingyuan respected the General as an elder brother and always found his words wise. He quickly agreed, promising to work on his miserly ways. But in the blink of an eye, his daughter managed to spend a hundred dollars like it was nothing.

That was real money, not something the wind blew in! Even with the General's advice, Ye Mingyuan couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain at his daughter's extravagant spending habits.

With a worried look, he glanced at his beloved daughter and quietly asked, "Erya, did you spend all the money again?"

"Ha!"

Yuvyuv tried to hold it in, but finally, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, nearly spitting out her soup. Fortunately, she had a napkin ready to cover her mouth, avoiding a mess at the dinner table.

She wiped her face with the napkin and looked at her father's pained expression, finding it hard to watch. Her dad was just like in her past life—a real penny-pincher, a money jar that only took in and never let out.

She was about to reassure her father not to worry, that she wasn't asking for money today, when a young maid came running in to report that someone was outside the main gate asking to see the "Fifth Miss."

Fifth Miss! That was her, Ye Yuvyuv. She was the fifth in the Ye family, and outsiders usually referred to her as the Fifth Miss Ye.

Yes, the Fifth Miss Ye was well-known, though mostly for her bad reputation. Ye Yuvyuv, having been reborn, didn't care at all. Reputation, to her, was worthless. It couldn't be eaten or drunk, and it certainly couldn't save her life in a pinch.

So, what was the point of reputation anyway?

She, Yuvyuv, didn't care about that thing at all. Her only concern was her family—her father, her eldest sister, and the well-being of the Ye family—ensuring that the tragedies of the past would never repeat.

Ye Mingyuan, upon hearing the maid's report, was the first to put down his chopsticks and asked, "Where's he from? Did he say which family?" He glanced at his beloved daughter before turning back to the maid with a serious tone, "Is it a man or a woman?"

His daughter, Erya, had inherited her mother's beauty, and you couldn't find anyone as lovely as her in the entire city. Ye Mingyuan thought to himself that his precious daughter couldn't just be taken away by any random guy.

If Yuvyuv knew what her father was thinking, she would definitely tell him, "Dad, your daughter is already being eyed by a wolf cub, and it's a fierce one."

"Sir, it's a young foreign man," the maid's words were like a bolt of lightning, shocking the entire Ye family.

The whole family, who had been eating, put down their chopsticks and looked at Yuvyuv as if she were a spectacle, trying to find any suspicious clues on her pretty face.

"A foreigner? Who? I don't remember knowing any foreigners," Yuvyuv pouted, puzzled by the scrutiny from her family. Meanwhile, she quickly wondered who this foreign guy was, suddenly showing up at her doorstep and wanting to meet her.

As Yuvyuv pondered, Ye Mingyuan's face had already changed, darkening as he glared at the maid, "Did you find out who he is?"

The maid, who was prone to dramatic pauses, finally continued, "Sir, he said his name is Henry Louis, from the foreign concession."

"Oops!"

Yuvyuv had just lifted her bowl of soup to her lips when she heard the name "Henry Louis." In an instant, she sprayed the soup everywhere.

Well, that was it.

The entire table of food was now inedible, thanks to Yuvyuv's unexpected spray of soup.

The second wife, who had been ladling a spoonful of ginseng soup, slammed her spoon down in frustration. She wanted to glare at the troublesome girl across from her, but fearing a scolding from Mingyuan, she held her tongue. Instead, she listened intently to the maid's report about the young foreign man.

The second wife thought to herself, this girl had narrowly escaped trouble last night. Perhaps this foreigner could be used to concoct a plan to get rid of this little brat.

Meanwhile, Mingyuan and the eldest sister, Nianci, both wore slightly grim expressions.

Ten minutes later.

Yuvyuv, under her father Mingyuan's strict orders and her sister Nianci's repeated warnings, finally managed to leave the house under the overly curious gaze of the entire family.

Her small hands clenched tightly, her eyes blazing, she stormed toward the iron gate.

Just as she was about to shout, "You reckless French heir, have you already forgotten the whipping you got a few days ago?" a large bouquet of vibrant red roses was thrust into her arms.

A man with golden hair and a goofy grin jumped out, giving her a big surprise.

"Hey, my little angel, long time no see. Do you remember me? I'm Henry Louis..."

Henry grinned widely, looking at Yuvyuv with a silly smile.

Yuvyuv gritted her teeth, her words escaping through clenched teeth, "Remember? How could I not? Looks like you're itching for trouble again, aren't you?"

As soon as the sound of gritting teeth faded, Yuvyuv grabbed the large bouquet of roses in her hand, using it like a broom in her anger, and swatted it right at the foolish French heir.

"Ouch, ouch... Angel, my angel... I'm sorry, I made you mad again. I didn't mean to, please don't be angry, my angel, ouch..."

Henry, dodging like a monkey, yelped as he tried to escape her wrath. His meticulously styled hair, once slick and neat, now looked like a bird's nest. His crisp white shirt and suit were in tatters, adorned with the remnants of rose petals and leaves. The French heir looked utterly pitiful and disheveled.

Not far away, Tom, the assistant who had eagerly accompanied his young master out that morning, stood by a Citroën, completely dumbfounded. His face was pale, eyes wide with disbelief as he shouted, "Sir, run, run! Your angel is fierce, sir..."

At the large window on the second floor of the Ye family home, facing the street, Ye Mingyuan and his daughter Ye Nianci were equally stunned. The morning had started peacefully with the family enjoying breakfast together, until a maid reported that some French gentleman had come to invite Yuvyuv out.

Concerned, Ye Mingyuan and Ye Nianci watched as Yuvyuv hurried out. They rushed to the second-floor window to see who this foreigner was. But as soon as they opened the window, they were startled by the foreigner's wailing cries.

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