Chapter 102: Even a Biological Mother Can Turn a Blind Eye

Lu Yao caught sight of the camera frantically snapping away not far off, and her expression changed ever so slightly. She moved soundlessly to Ye Zehong’s side and tugged at his hand.

Ye Zehong lowered his eyes to her. Following the direction of her glance, he spotted the camera.

A cold smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

That photographer must have been arranged in advance by Yang Lan and Ye Hua, which explained why he would rather lurk in this airless underground parking garage.

Just moments ago, he had thought Yang Lan and Ye Hua were targeting Lu Yao. Now that he had seen the cameraman, and then Yang Lan’s deliberate effort to provoke him, it seemed more likely that this had been a trap set especially for him.

As for the purpose?

They would have to wait for the media to break the story before they knew.

When Yang Lan rushed forward, ready to lay hands on Ye Zehong, Lu Yao called out loudly, "Mrs. Ye, please wait. Hear me out for a moment."

Yang Lan froze and glared at Lu Yao.

Lu Yao went on, "This is a parking lot. Cars are coming and going. Aren’t you afraid someone with ulterior motives might secretly film you? If netizens later say you act one way in public and another in private, wouldn’t that ruin your refined image as a wealthy lady in the eyes of the public?"

Those words did indeed make the furious Yang Lan stop in her tracks.

She looked around; quite a few cars were entering and leaving.

Ye Hua shot Lu Yao a cold glance, sensing a faint threat from Lu Yao’s quick-witted way of handling things.

She and Yang Lan had always thought of Lu Yao as a minor player, someone they could drive out of Ye Group with a little sabotage from behind the scenes.

But now it seemed Lu Yao was far more scheming than they had imagined.

Yang Lan held back her anger and dragged Ye Hua toward the elevator.

Ye Zehong and Lu Yao exchanged a glance, and a faint smile curved his lips.

A quiet, wordless sense of happiness welled up in him.

At the very least, for the moment, he was no longer fighting alone inside Ye Group. He had gained a clever ally in Lu Yao.

The four of them stood inside the elevator, none of them speaking. The silence was thick with awkwardness.

Even breathing seemed to carry the sharp crackle of impending conflict.

Even as an outsider, Lu Yao found the atmosphere suffocating.

Fortunately, it was a private elevator, so the ride did not last long.

The moment they stepped into Ye Yingtang’s office, Yang Lan returned to her usual gentleness and called out in a coy voice, "Honey~ What did you have us come here for?"

Before she could even lean in, Ye Yingtang angrily flung his phone onto the desk and roared, "Look at the mess you’ve made!"

That outburst terrified Yang Lan, draining the color from her face.

She blinked rapidly, picked up the phone at once, and the instant she saw the trending headline, her face went deathly pale.

Wealthy Family Ties Are Hard: Mrs. Ye Fights for Her Biological Son’s Right to Succeed, Turning from Society Matron to Bitter Wife

At the words turning from society matron to bitter wife, her vision went black and her legs went weak; she nearly collapsed to the floor.

Ye Hua hurried forward to support Yang Lan and steady her.

"Normally you seem so gentle and refined, so detached from worldly struggles, I really thought you had no desires at all. I never expected you to be so two-faced, openly attacking a junior in the underground parking garage," Ye Yingtang slapped the desk in fury. "If you had something to say, why couldn’t you argue at home? Did you have to disgrace yourself in public? You were always so good at keeping up appearances—why can’t you do it now?"

Ye Hua gently rubbed Yang Lan’s back, a thin smile playing at the corners of her mouth, showing no surprise at all.

After all, the photographer had been hired by her, and the news had been sent out by her as well. Who had asked Yang Lan, last time, to say that sort of thing—asking her to support that useless Ye Zemao?

If she was provoked, she would not even spare her own mother.