Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

On Saturday evening, Ye Chen started tinkering with his clothes for the evening; Jiang Ruoxi wanted him to wear a custom-made suit.

Standing in front of the mirror, I tried on and on, but I always felt that something was not quite right.

When he was in the mountains, he wore the same coarse cloth jacket all year round, adding a cotton-padded coat in winter and running around the mountains shirtless in summer.

His master scolded him countless times, but he still refused to dress properly, saying that wearing too many clothes would restrict his spiritual energy.

Now look what's happened. In just one month since I came down the mountain, I've gone through suits faster than anyone else, going from cheap street vendor items to designer brands worth tens of thousands of yuan. My wardrobe is overflowing with them.

"As expected, one becomes like those one is near, and one becomes vain when near one's wife," Ye Chen muttered to himself in the mirror, making a face.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Ruoxi's voice suddenly came from behind.

Ye Chen turned around, about to answer, but the words caught in his throat.

Jiang Ruoxi stood at the door of his bedroom, wearing a dark blue evening gown. Her long hair was not styled in a bun as usual, and the hem of the dress reached her calves, revealing a section of her slender ankles. She wore a pair of silver stiletto heels, and she looked like she had stepped out of a painting.

Ye Chen stared at her for a full two minutes without blinking.

Jiang Ruoxi felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and pretended to be angry, saying, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?"

"I've seen many women, but I've only seen two as beautiful as you, my wife: one is my master, and the other is you."

Jiang Ruoxi was a little unhappy: "Comparing me to other women?"

"No, no, no, my wife, you will always be number one, and my master will be number two. This is the only correct order, and there is only one."

Ye Chen figured that since his master wasn't around, he should appease this young lady first.

Jiang Ruoxi ignored him, took a small tie clip out of her handbag, and handed it to him: "Put this on."

Ye Chen took it and saw that the tie clip was made of gold, with a delicate sycamore leaf engraved on the surface.

"This is the Jiang family crest. If you wear it to the Zhou family today, they will know you are not going alone."

Ye Chen changed his tie clip, his smile widening: "Wife, are you worried about me?"

"No, don't flatter yourself. I'm just afraid you'll embarrass the Jiang family."

After Jiang Ruoxi finished speaking, she walked straight out the door. The car was already ready. When Ye Chen was about to open the driver's side door, Jiang Ruoxi stopped him: "Ye Chen, let the driver drive today. We'll sit in the back."

Ye Chen noticed that although Jiang Ruoxi still appeared cold on the surface, her actions and words were completely unbelievable. After analyzing the situation for a long time, Ye Chen concluded that Jiang Ruoxi cared about him.

"Where there's a will, there's a way," was a saying his master often told him. He believed that if he put his heart and soul into it, even the hardest block of ice, Jiang Ruoxi, would eventually be melted by his true feelings.

"Alright, I'll listen to my wife today."

The two got into the back seat. The driver, Old Chen, was an elderly member of the Jiang family, in his fifties. He was a steady driver with comprehensive skills.

Old Chen drove his Maybach smoothly out of the villa and quickly merged into the traffic. It was nearly an hour's drive from the Zhou family's villa.

Just as Ye Chen was about to rest for a while, Jiang Ruoxi suddenly spoke up: "What do you plan to do when we get to the Zhou family's villa?"

"We'd better do nothing and remain unchanged in the face of all changes."

Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, hummed a little tune, and casually stated his consideration: "Since Zhou Xinde has set up a banquet, it means he wants to talk business. Since he wants to talk, let's talk with him and see what he's really up to. Once he reveals his hand, things will be easier for us."

"Ye Chen, is it really that simple?"

Ye Chen nodded seriously and told Jiang Ruoxi with great certainty, "It's that simple. But you can rest assured, wife. No matter what he plays, I can handle it. Even if I can't handle it, I will bring you out unharmed."

Jiang Ruoxi didn't reply and fell into deep thought.

Jiang Ruoxi suddenly remembered what Zhou Xinde had said that day: "I have long admired the medical skills and martial arts of Medicine King Valley."

His words didn't sound like admiration; they sounded more like the joy of a hunter seeing his prey.

The Zhou Family Villa is located at the foot of Qingxiu Mountain in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng. It is a private estate with a very large area.

After the car enters the gate of the villa, it takes nearly five minutes to drive along a tree-lined road to reach the main building.

Every ten meters along both sides of the road, there is an antique-style street lamp with intricate patterns carved on the lamppost, exuding an understated luxury.

Ye Chen glanced at the parking lot, which was filled with all kinds of luxury cars: Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, Maybachs, and almost all the well-known luxury cars in Jiangcheng were there.

Ye Chen secretly estimated that there would be at least thirty or forty guests tonight, and each of them would be a prominent figure in Jiangcheng.

Jiang Ruoxi then realized that Zhou Xinde's influence was indeed immense; compared to Zhou Xinde, she, Jiang Ruoxi, was far inferior.

The person in charge of greeting guests was Zhou Xinde's nephew, Zhou Mingyu, the young man who was subdued by Ye Chen in one move in the lobby of the Jiang Group that day.

He was dressed in a black suit today. Standing on the steps at the entrance, he saw Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi get out of the car and greeted them with a fake smile: "President Jiang, Mr. Ye, please come in. My uncle has been waiting in the main hall for a long time."

Ye Chenchong nodded to him, and took Jiang Ruoxi's hand as they stepped onto the stairs.

As soon as Ye Chen entered the main hall, he noticed Zhou Tianhao standing in the corner of the hall, his right arm still in a cast, hanging around his neck, looking like a sparrow with a broken wing.

Standing next to Zhou Tianhao was a middle-aged man whose face bore a striking resemblance to Zhou Tianhao's. This man was Zhou Tianhao's father, Zhou Chengde.

The father and son both stared at Ye Chen, wishing they could skin him alive. Ye Chen acted as if he didn't see them and even waved at Zhou Tianhao.

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi walked up to Zhou Tianhao: "Mr. Zhou, Young Master Zhou, it's been a long time. Is your hand feeling better? If you need any help, just let me know, and I'll be there whenever you call."

Zhou Tianhao's face changed instantly, and he gritted his teeth, ready to make a move.

"Don't embarrass yourself here; now is not the time."

Zhou Chengde lowered his voice and used subtle force to pull his son back, preventing him from causing trouble again.

Ye Chen's purpose was actually very simple: to provoke Zhou Tianhao and then watch the show from the sidelines. Unfortunately, Zhou Xinde was sensible and did not fall for it.

Zhou Tianhao was restrained by his father and dared not cause any more trouble. He knew his uncle's temper; if he disrupted his affairs, he would definitely be severely punished.

Zhou Tianhao dared not move again, and could only glare at Ye Chen's back with gritted teeth.