Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Everyone was immersed in joy, and Ye Ling began to spend every day at home, occasionally tending the garden and taking care of the flowers, feeling utterly content.

Nowadays, Ye Ling would carry a basket to the vegetable market daily, and even hide away in the park to play chess with a group of elderly men and practice Tai Chi.

For him, this was the most comfortable and most heart-nurturing life because, after all, one has to live.

Some hermit-like experts choose to seclude themselves amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, as there's a saying, "True hermits hide in plain sight." Only by experiencing all facets of life can one's heart be tempered and become more stable.

This month had been the most comfortable time Ye Ling had ever had, free from bindings, utterly at ease.

During this period, Han Qingxin and Ning Yushan had both become pregnant, and by now the two Alliance Hierarchs of the Cultivation Realm had already managed to take care of these women's families for Ye Ling.

As for the methods they used, Ye Ling did not know, only that his prospective father-in-law Ning Guoqiang had shown up at the estate in a fury three days ago, intending to vent anger on behalf of his daughter.

Instead, he ended up getting drunk, and even walked off with two jars of sorrow-drowning liquor that Xiong San had brought for Ye Ling.

With this, there were now three pregnant women at home. The other women were enviously flushed with desire, nearly draining Ye Ling's frail body.

However, for Wang Shufen, this was a joyous occasion as it meant that the Ye Family could finally branch out and flourish.

"Ye Ling, find some time to hold a wedding for them, to give the ladies a proper status," Wang Shufen said softly to Ye Ling as she sat on the sofa.

Ye Ling shook his head, "Mom, I can't give them a grand wedding, you know our situation is different."

"I know, but you still have to give them a wedding. No matter what, their families are willing. After all, they are going to be your wives," she insisted.

Wang Shufen nodded, understanding that her son's situation was different from others; who else could have so many women legally and also have all the women's families agree?

"Don't worry, Mom. Okay, how about this, we just invite their families and our close relatives, and hold a small wedding ceremony," Ye Ling decided. However, he was sure that the wedding must not be large, as spreading the news far and wide wouldn't sound very good.
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Wang Shufen nodded, "Alright, you arrange the banquet, and I'll call our relatives. But even if it's just close family, we can't skimp on the dinner tables, especially considering that there are so many brides."

Ye Ling nodded, and as Wang Shufen stood up, he stretched lazily. Having been cooped up at home for so long, he had gotten restless; tonight, he would go out and have some fun with Mo Xing.

At that moment, Liu Qiao'er called, saying there was some issue at the company that needed his attention, but since her cousin had come to Donghai City for some work, she asked Ye Ling to pick her up.

Ye Ling jotted down the address and then drove out. An hour later, inside the Jinhua Hotel.

Ye Ling checked the photo Liu Qiao'er had sent him of her cousin, then found her in the lounge area.

Liu Qiao'er's cousin, named Li Lin, was an editor at a publishing house. This time, the publishers had sent her to negotiate with a soccer player about publishing his autobiography.

"Li Lin, right? I'm Qiao'er's husband, Ye Ling. Hello, hello," Ye Ling greeted her as he found Li Lin in a corner.

Li Lin looked rather ordinary, with a petite stature and thick glasses, but appeared to be quite genteel. She quickly stood up when she saw Ye Ling.

"Hello, and thank you for this. I didn't want to trouble you, but Qiao'er insisted I should come and see her," Li Lin said with a smile, pushing up her glasses.

Ye Ling waved his hand dismissively, "Cousin, you're being too formal. You've come all the way to Donghai City, how could you not visit your family's home?"

"By the way, has that player still not arrived?" Ye Ling asked.

Li Lin shook her head: "Not yet. We agreed on ten o'clock, and it's almost eleven now. I have no idea when he will come."

"Tsk tsk, what an attitude, this is untrustworthy," Ye Ling muttered.

Li Lin quickly shook her head at Ye Ling: "Don't say that, if he hears, it would be terrible. We are just doing our job, trying hard to earn some money to support our families."

"He's different, playing soccer for just one year earns him millions. We can't afford to offend them," Li Lin said with a shake of her head and a bitter smile.

She still didn't know about Ye Ling's background, and Liu Qiao'er hadn't told her, only that she worked for a decent company.

Moreover, Li Lin had seen plenty of this kind of behavior. Those people were either rich or noble; how could she dare to offend them? Otherwise, her job would be at stake.

Ye Ling nodded, and since Li Lin wasn't saying anything else, he might as well keep her company and wait a while longer.

Three minutes later, a young man wearing sunglasses walked towards them, radiating arrogance and decked out in designer brands.

"Hello, I'm Fan Zhi." The young man sat down, glancing at Li Lin across from him and Ye Ling beside her.

Li Lin quickly stood up with a smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Fan, I'm with such-and-such editorial office, here to discuss the matter about your autobiography with you."

"Tsk tsk, what lack of manners you editors have. Didn't I say that I like quiet? How could there be someone else here?"

Fan Zhi looked at Ye Ling with disdain and continued as Li Lin hurriedly explained that Ye Ling was her little brother, urging Fan Zhi not to misunderstand.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you, I only have a few requirements. The first is to make my childhood seem more tragic; that way, it can garner sympathy, right?"

"Plus, the efforts of my youth must be portrayed vividly. The years of struggle in the team, those you must also emphasize in your writing."

"As for the manuscript fee, apart from what you negotiate with your editorial leaders, I'll personally give you an additional 50,000 yuan red envelope, of course, provided that the quality is good," Fan Zhi said nonchalantly, pushing his sunglasses up, while Ye Ling on the side couldn't stand it any longer—Damn, that arrogant?

"Fine, I will definitely remember Mr. Fan's requirements. Are there any other requirements?" Li Lin asked after jotting down Fan Zhi's demands in her notebook.

Fan Zhi thought for a moment then shook his head: "Nothing for now, but that doesn't mean there won't be in the future. I will call you anytime if there are."

"Right, keep your phone on 24 hours. If I can't find you, I'll go straight to your leaders to complain."

"And also, once you finish each draft, send it to me. I need to see it, and if it's not good, it will need revisions. Got it?"

Fan Zhi spoke impatiently, then waved his hand dismissively: "Ah, it's too much for you to understand. In short, you just need to follow my commands, okay?"

Li Lin's expression instantly soured. This Fan Zhi was really disrespecting her; what was she, a dog that comes and goes at his beck and call?

Ye Ling was also getting angry. Hey, I haven't had an outburst for a month, but I just can't stand this.

"Tsk tsk, not a big face, but you sure have a temper. How much are you paying her so she has to listen to everything you say?" Ye Ling said with a cold smile.

Fan Zhi's face immediately darkened, while Li Lin by his side suddenly had a bad feeling—this was going to be trouble.