Chapter 50: What Is His True Identity?

“Boss Jiang, please calm down. This is all just a misunderstanding.”

At the moment when the atmosphere in the hall grew heavy and suffocating, a dry chuckle suddenly sounded, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.

At the entrance, a middle-aged man in traditional attire and black-rimmed glasses walked in, his steps measured and unhurried. An undeniable aura of authority emanated from him, surprising Xiao Yu. Clearly, this seemingly ordinary man was anything but. Xiao Yu’s intuition was correct; as Jiang Qin spotted the man, his brows furrowed, and he quickly moved to Xiao Yu’s side, whispering the newcomer’s identity.

The man’s name was Zhou Sheng Tian, the ruler of Phoenix City. Rumor had it, Zhou Sheng Tian was connected to the Zhou family of Phoenix City in a most unusual way.

Zhou Sheng Tian’s arrival sent a ripple of shock through the guests. He rarely attended such events; seeing him at the Ye family wedding was an extraordinary occurrence.

“Mr. Xiao, I’ve come to share a glass of celebratory wine; I hope you won’t mind.”

As Zhou Sheng Tian stepped into the banquet hall, a charming voice rang out. A slender figure appeared, immediately causing a stir among the guests—it was Lin Xue’er from Huayi Group. Behind her was a middle-aged man in a tailored suit, his face flushed with excitement.

Though everyone knew Lin Xue’er was merely the secretary to Huayi Group’s elusive president, it was common knowledge that she handled nearly all affairs; the mysterious president had never been seen.

“Wow, even Lin Xue’er is here.”

“Well, of course. Huayi Group is in partnership with the Ye family. Their partner is marrying off a daughter—how could she not attend?”

“Lin Xue’er is truly stunning. Whoever wins her heart must have accumulated great virtue in a previous life.”

As Lin Xue’er entered, whispers filled the hall. She approached Xiao Yu with a word of blessing, then was led to her seat. The man who had followed her remained standing before Xiao Yu, unmoving.

The guests noticed his excitement; his body trembled, and Xiao Yu greeted him with a warm smile.

Before their puzzled eyes, the man bowed respectfully and spoke with emotion, “Liu Junhe of the Liu family, one of the Seven Minor Families of Yanjing, greets his benefactor!”

His words sent shockwaves through the hall. None had expected the man shadowing Lin Xue’er to be the true owner behind Huayi Group—the boss from Yanjing’s Seven Minor Families.

So many families in Phoenix City sought to ally with Huayi Group precisely because its owner belonged to the legendary Seven Minor Families of Yanjing.

As astonishment rippled through the crowd, the voice of the doorman echoed from the entrance.

“Wang Fei of the Wang family arrives, presenting a Nine-Turn Glazed Lamp.”

“Long Aotian of the Long family arrives, presenting a pair of antique porcelain vases.”

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“Wu He of the Wu family arrives, presenting a commemorative plaque.”

As the doorman announced each arrival, the doors opened to admit three middle-aged men. Their presence was even more commanding than Zhou Sheng Tian’s. Though the guests didn’t know their exact backgrounds, the priceless gifts they brought spoke volumes about their status.

Like Liu Junhe, the three strode straight to Xiao Yu, bowing deeply and addressing him in unison, “Greetings, benefactor. Forgive us for arriving uninvited.”

Xiao Yu glanced at them without surprise. Since Liu Junhe was here, he’d expected they had coordinated to come together. The three, too, were heirs of the Seven Minor Families of Yanjing.

Xiao Yu waved them to their seats, and they joined Liu Junhe.

“You three certainly have your ears to the ground,” came a teasing voice nearby. The trio, all well-known figures in Yanjing, frowned and turned toward the speaker. Upon seeing who approached, their expressions shifted to respectful reverence.

“Greetings, God of Medicine.”

Standing, they saluted Yao Bugui, the legendary healer. He was held in high regard; after all, everyone faces illness, and many in their families owed their lives to his skill.

“No need for formalities. Please, sit.”

Yao Bugui took his seat. As he settled, he seemed to sense something, first frowning, then smiling knowingly.

Outside the hotel, nine luxury cars lined up at the entrance. From each stepped a figure in military uniform, both men and women, all exuding a potent aura of blood and battle.

“Is the boss’s wedding here?” asked a buzz-cut youth, glancing at the hotel and turning to his companions.

“Taishui sent us the location. No mistake. Let’s go in,” replied a handsome man with starry eyes and strong brows, striding toward the doors.

The doorman, seeing the nine approach, trembled uncontrollably; their presence was overwhelming, too much for him to bear.

Without hindrance, the nine entered the hotel and soon reached the banquet hall.

Their entrance drew every eye, filling the hall with a suffocating sense of power. Even the young man beside Zhang Chen was visibly shocked; unlike the others, as a martial artist, he could sense their formidable strength.

The nine scanned the hall, finally fixing their gaze on Xiao Yu on stage. In perfect synchrony, they straightened their uniforms and solemnly approached him, stopping two meters away.

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Xiao Yu, in turn, looked upon them with a gentle, gratified smile. As confusion rippled through the crowd, the nine suddenly dropped to one knee, heads bowed deeply, right fists pressed to their chests.

At that moment, Taishui, Lige, and Liuhe joined them, kneeling in the same posture. Twelve figures in neat formation, presenting an indescribable sight.

Then, a voice rang out, powerful and resonant, reverberating through the hall.

“Your subordinates greet you, sir!”

Twelve voices, unified and fervent, echoed in the hall, leaving everyone staring in shock at the calm-faced Xiao Yu on stage.

Ye Shihan, Ye Qinghai, and the other members of the Ye family looked on in disbelief. Like the rest, they didn’t know who these newcomers were, but it was clear none could compare to them.

“Heaven blesses the Ye family! With such a grandson-in-law, our prosperity is assured for a hundred years!” Ye Qinghai exclaimed, his heart filled with excitement.

“Damn it! Damn it! Who exactly is Xiao Yu? All these people are here for him! Are the three great families really destined to become mere stepping stones for the Ye family?” Zhang Chen stared at the stage, his expression dark as ink. Xiao Yu’s earlier words now seemed far from exaggerated.

Jiang Qin called him boss, Liu Junhe of Huayi Group called him benefactor, and the three family representatives, together with the twelve kneeling warriors—all of them clearly placed the three great families nowhere near Xiao Yu’s level.

“If you trust me, from now on, the Zhang family should stay out of Ye family affairs. This man is not someone you or I can afford to offend.”

At that moment, the young man beside Zhang Chen whispered in his ear. Though angry, Zhang Chen was surprised; the youth’s status was not ordinary, and if even he said so, Zhang Chen could only swallow his resentment today.

On the other side, Zhou Binglong was also being spoken to quietly by Zhou Sheng Tian, and the changes in his expression were plain to see. In the end, Zhou Binglong nodded in resignation.

Seeing this, Zhou Qiang hurried over and asked in a low voice, “What? Are you really planning to let the Ye family step over us?”

Both men frowned at his words, but recalling what had just happened, they sighed and fell silent.

Seeing their resolve, Zhou Qiang snorted coldly, cursing their cowardice, and stormed out of the hall in anger.

Xiao Yu did not send anyone to stop Zhou Qiang’s departure. After all, today was his wedding day, and he wanted Ye Shihan to have a beautiful ceremony.

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