C76 Dad It's over Yuvyuv Has Caused Trouble Again!

Ye Mingyuan glanced downstairs, watching his beloved daughter fiercely chasing and confronting the foreigner. He couldn't help but twitch his lips in concern.

Worried, he turned to his eldest daughter, "Nianci, do you think your sister, Yuvyuv, might accidentally knock that foreigner out right at our doorstep?"

Ye Nianci, also startled by her sister's fierce demeanor, swallowed nervously and shook her head uncertainly. "Dad, what if she does? Who's responsible?"

Ye Mingyuan looked at his eldest with wide eyes and huffed, "Well... it would be the foreigner's own bad luck."

"But Dad, that foreigner seems important. Look, he even has an entourage, and that car isn't cheap, right? It's a French car," Ye Nianci expressed her concern.

Suddenly, they heard a loud "smack!"

Ye Nianci leaned over to look down, gasping and covering her mouth in shock.

Turning back to Ye Mingyuan, she nervously said, "Dad, it's over. Yuvyuv's caused trouble again. That foreign man is down and can't get up. Could it be...?"

"Oh no! Yuvyuv never knows her own strength," Ye Mingyuan snapped back to reality, slipping on his shoes in a hurry to rush downstairs.

Just as he reached the door, Nianci called out, "Dad, wait! Yuvyuv's got him back on his feet."

"What? Quick, check if the foreigner is still breathing. I hope Yuvyuv isn't dragging him off to bury him," Ye Mingyuan said anxiously, running back to the window.

Ye Nianci listened to her dad's words, momentarily speechless.

Then they heard Ye Mingyuan sigh with relief, "Thank goodness, Yuvyuv showed some restraint this time. That poor foreigner is still breathing." As Nianci let out a small sigh of relief, Ye Mingyuan added with a half-breath, "Though I'm not sure how many breaths he has left."

Nianci thought to herself, realizing where her sister's audacious, bandit-like courage came from—it was all thanks to their dad's indulgence.

No father would be more concerned about how many breaths the person his daughter nearly beat to death has left, rather than worrying about the trouble she might be in.

Ye Nianci was speechless.

She glanced at her father, wanting to suggest he not spoil her sister too much. But as a daughter, she felt it wasn't her place to say such things to her father. Instead, she looked out the window and suddenly widened her eyes. "Dad, look! Yuvyuv just tossed that foreigner into the car and got in with him."

"What?"

Ye Mingyuan was just about to head downstairs to deal with the aftermath of his precious daughter's actions... or rather, to take the beaten foreigner to the hospital. He didn't want any real trouble to fall on his beloved daughter.

Hearing his eldest daughter, Ye Mingyuan immediately turned back to the window. Sure enough, his precious daughter was nowhere to be seen.

Ye Nianci said anxiously, "Dad, do you think Yuvyuv will be okay? She just beat that guy up pretty badly."

Recalling the foreigner's pitiful cries, Ye Nianci's scalp tingled with worry that her sister might face retaliation.

Ye Mingyuan was also anxious. His daughter had beaten someone up right under his nose, and it was a foreigner, no less. He found it amusing to watch, but now that she had gotten into the car with the guy, he couldn't stay calm.

He slipped on his shoes and rushed out.

Ye Nianci called after him, "Dad, where are you going?"

Ye Mingyuan replied, "I'm going to find some backup for your sister."

Ye Nianci was speechless. Shouldn't he be saying he's going to protect Yuvyuv from harm? Why did it sound like he was gathering people for a brawl?

There's no denying it—Ye Mingyuan truly doted on his daughters, to the point of spoiling them rotten.

He was truly a father who cherished his daughter like a precious gem.

In the circles of high society and local government in Haicheng, everyone knew Ye Mingyuan. Despite his rough beginnings, he carried the air of a scholar and had a sharp, calculating mind that made him one of the most astute individuals in the area.

Except when it came to money, Ye Mingyuan was known for being exceptionally shrewd and not someone to be trifled with. However, all his sharpness seemed to vanish when it came to his beloved daughter, Erya. The Finance Secretary, renowned for his acumen, would become completely muddled when dealing with matters concerning her.

If his daughter caused any trouble, regardless of the circumstances, Ye Mingyuan would adamantly insist she was not at fault. If there was any blame, it was always on the other party. His daughter, gentle and kind-hearted since childhood, never sought out trouble intentionally. If anything happened, it was because someone else had provoked her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even bother to glance their way.

This was the mindset of a father who believed his precious daughter was always innocent. If another child ended up on the receiving end of her temper, it was their fault for provoking her. Ye Mingyuan was fiercely protective, always ready to defend his daughter.

His reasoning was simple: his daughter lost her mother early on and grew up without her by her side, which was a hardship. As her father, he felt it was his duty to protect her fiercely. As long as she didn’t cause any irreparable damage, no one would dare to trouble his precious daughter as long as he was around.

If Yuvyuv were here right now, hearing her dad's true thoughts, she'd definitely shout, "Dad, your daughter really did something extraordinary in her past life!"

Meanwhile, Ye Mingyuan was anxiously searching for his daughter. On the other hand, Yuvyuv was comfortably seated in a French Citroën car, her little mouth constantly munching on tangerines. Next to her sat Henry, with his big blue eyes resembling a puppy's, grinning like a fool as he peeled the green-skinned tangerines. He looked just like a clever servant from a bygone era.

However, this "servant" was actually a French noble, with quite a prestigious background. Despite this, Yuvyuv, with her legs crossed, didn't think much of Henry's noble status. She knew who he was—a true French aristocrat with pure royal blood. In a previous era, this silly-grinning young man would have been a legitimate crown prince. Unfortunately, the French monarchy was long gone. Louis I had been replaced by the new French presidential government. Although there were still former royals in the cabinet, the real power lay with the presidential office.

But that's another story. Yuvyuv continued to eat the tooth-achingly sour tangerines, savoring each bite. These tangerines, not yet fully ripe, were still green and very sour. But Yuvyuv loved sour things—the more sour, the better. She wasn't afraid of the acidity ruining her teeth; she relished the intense tanginess.