{Chapter: 335 Ye Feng: Are you not going to give me any explanation?!}
Lin Yuan had more or less expected the look he saw in Yan Ruyue's eyes—equal parts admiration and awe.
Yan Ruyue was visibly astonished, her heart stirred by Lin Yuan's confidence and precise strategy. There was admiration shimmering in her gaze, as though she were seeing him in a new light.
But what she didn't know—what Lin Yuan deliberately chose not to share—was that there remained a margin of uncertainty in his calculations.
His predictions, while sharp and layered with foresight, were not infallible.
There was always the possibility that Feng Dahai would choose to flee immediately, discarding caution in favor of raw survival.
However, Lin Yuan had already accounted for that variable.
Even if Feng Dahai ran, Lin Yuan knew exactly where he would go. There was no need for panic or anxiety—only action, when the time came.
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Meanwhile, on the other end of the city, the moment the phone call disconnected, the easygoing smile that had been plastered on Feng Dahai's face vanished like mist under sunlight.
Without hesitation, he turned coldly to his subordinates and barked a series of orders. He instructed them to immediately prepare a massive shipment of facial mask sheets and have it delivered to Yanyue Company as fast as possible.
Once those instructions were sent, he sat down, his brows furrowed tightly in deep thought.
His mind raced.
He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out how Lin Yuan had come to know about the murder he committed years ago. That particular secret was buried deep—buried with blood.
But it didn't matter how Lin Yuan found out.
What mattered now was that the information existed in someone else's hands. If Lin Yuan chose to report him, there would be no turning back. He could kiss his freedom—and possibly his life—goodbye.
What confused him more than anything, however, was Lin Yuan's unusual demand. He didn't ask for a bribe, didn't try to extort money, didn't even demand shares or dividends. All Lin Yuan wanted… was continued cooperation with Yanyue Company.
Why?
Why not ask for money?
That, more than anything, unsettled Feng Dahai.
A man who didn't ask for money when he held leverage was a man to be feared. Because people who aren't motivated by immediate wealth usually have far deeper, more dangerous motives.
And in Feng Dahai's eyes, Lin Yuan didn't strike him as a man with a saintly conscience.
No, it was far worse than that.
He must be plotting something deeper.
A setup, perhaps.
In fact, it was beginning to seem like Lin Yuan was using Yanyue Company's urgent need for facial mask sheets as a perfect excuse to manipulate him. Perhaps Lin Yuan had no intention of keeping him alive for long.
Maybe he just wanted to ensure the shipment went through before taking him down.
Feng Dahai clenched his fists tightly. The feeling of being completely restrained, of someone having a knife to his throat at all times, was intolerable.
He had always prided himself on being in control, on being the one who pulled the strings.
Now, someone else had turned the tables on him.
And there were only two paths left to take.
The first… was to eliminate the threat. Kill the man who had the power to destroy him.
But he didn't even know who Lin Yuan really was.
He only knew that he was Yan Ruyue's boyfriend.
No name. No background. No origin.
Even if he found out, would he dare move against someone who held such damning leverage over him?
No. Not unless he had a death wish.
Which left only one option: Run.
It had to be swift and clean.
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning—sharp and instantaneous.
He would leave Jiangbei. Disappear. Just like he had escaped from Hexi City thirteen years ago, when blood stained his hands and he fled under cover of night.
He would do it again.
But he couldn't rush it. This time, he had far more at stake.
The circumstances were more complex than they had been all those years ago.
Back then, he was desperate and young. Now, he had a reputation, money, and people watching his every move.
He needed to plan—carefully, methodically.
Yet, he also had a gut feeling—a premonition—that Lin Yuan wouldn't give him much time.
Today's conversation had lit the fuse.
If he didn't act fast, there might not even be a tomorrow to escape into.
He decided: He would leave tomorrow.
Tonight would be about preparing money, documents, and backup plans.
And, of course, he needed to devise a way to distract or mislead Lin Yuan long enough to vanish without a trace.
As he began mentally organizing his escape plan, his phone buzzed.
The sudden vibration jolted him, and his heart skipped a beat.
Was it Lin Yuan already?
He fumbled to answer the call, his hand slightly trembling from the tension.
But it wasn't Lin Yuan.
It was Ye Feng—the man who had previously approached him about a business deal.
"Hello? President Ye?" Feng Dahai answered, his voice laced with barely concealed irritation. "Do you need something?"
His tone was short, almost gruff.
But who could blame him?
After all, he was being blackmailed. His freedom hung by a thread. He couldn't afford politeness right now.
Ye Feng, however, didn't seem to notice or care about the poor attitude. He got straight to the point.
"We talked earlier. How are things going with that bulk order of facial mask sheets? Is it ready? I need it delivered to the Chen family as soon as possible."
This was part of Ye Feng's own scheme—an attempt to make waves in the facial mask industry by partnering with Feng Dahai.
He had big plans.
With his expertise in pharmaceuticals and medical research, he was working on developing a powerful essence formula for beauty masks. He intended to use facial mask sheets purchased in bulk from Feng Dahai to create a product that would dominate the market.
In short, Ye Feng was trying to kill two birds with one stone—take down Yanyue Company's influence while building up his own.
The first phase of Ye Feng's carefully laid plan was simple: sever the supply chain of facial mask sheets to Yanyue Company. By attacking the lifeline of Yan Ruyue's business, he hoped to create chaos and force her into a vulnerable position. In doing so, he expected Lin Yuan to make a move—thus luring the snake out of its cave.
The second phase was more ambitious. Ye Feng aimed to seize this opportunity to break into the booming facial mask industry and launch his own product line. With his own brand ready to rise, he envisioned himself as the new leader of the skincare market.
To Ye Feng, this was a masterstroke—a brilliant strategy that not only sabotaged his rivals but also allowed him to establish his own empire. In his mind, he had achieved the classic feat of killing two birds with one stone.
However, the only flaw in his scheme lay in his method: he had leaned heavily on the influence of the Chen family to convince Feng Dahai to collaborate. As a result, the partnership wasn't just between him and Feng Dahai anymore; it had evolved into a tripartite arrangement involving the powerful Chen family as well.
But unbeknownst to Ye Feng, both of the "birds" in his plan—Lin Yuan and Yan Ruyue—had already sensed the hunter lying in wait.
Even though Feng Dahai ultimately agreed to cooperate, it wasn't without demands. He had requested a substantial sum as an incentive, and a significant portion of the five hundred million yuan he quoted to Lin Yuan was, in fact, funded by Ye Feng and the Chen family.
Despite this, Ye Feng remained pleased with the way things were going. He had already formulated his exclusive facial mask essence using his renowned medical expertise. All that remained was for the raw materials—the facial mask sheets promised by Feng Dahai—to arrive. With those in hand, he could begin mass production and flood the market just as Yanyue Company struggled to stay afloat.
Everything was in place. His investment was made. His products were ready. And so, he called Feng Dahai, his tone blunt and impatient, fully expecting results.
Ye Feng instructed, "I hope the facial mask sheets are ready. Deliver them to the Chen family residence as soon as possible."
From his perspective, this was basic business etiquette—he had paid for a service, and now it was time for the delivery. Truth be told, he never had much respect for Feng Dahai. In the original novel, Ye Feng had already intended to have him investigated once the business was complete.
Nevertheless, because he had received a hefty payment, and due to the Chen family's weight in the background, Feng Dahai had always addressed Ye Feng respectfully as 'President Ye.' Ye Feng had grown accustomed to that deference.
So when Feng Dahai responded, what he said completely caught Ye Feng off guard.
"Ye Feng, I never confirmed that I would do long-term business with you," Feng Dahai said coldly, with no trace of his usual politeness. "Our cooperation ends here. As for the deposit, I'll return it to you immediately."
The bluntness of his words, combined with his sudden change in tone, made Ye Feng freeze.
What Feng Dahai didn't say outright was that the batch of mask sheets originally intended for Ye Feng and the Chen family was now being redirected to Yanyue Company. He no longer had the luxury of choosing clients. With his life hanging in the balance, he had made his choice.