Urban Invincible Overlord

Yang Fei had finished buying groceries and was about to call Qin Yanyang to ask when she would be back for dinner when he received a WeChat message from her.

"I had dinner with my colleagues at the school cafeteria. You eat on your own."

Yang Fei smiled helplessly.

Back home, Yang Fei took a shower first.

After changing his clothes, he didn't start cooking right away, but instead took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, who is this?"

The call connected, and a man's voice came through.

Hearing the familiar voice, Yang Fei felt his eyes slightly redden and said, "Uncle, it's me."

There was an evident pause on the other end, followed by the man's excited voice, "Is...is that Xiao Fei?"

"Yes, it's Xiao Fei. Uncle, I'm back," Yang Fei said with tears in his eyes.

He was an orphan, raised by his uncle.

Although his uncle also had a wife and children, he treated Yang Fei as his own. Whatever his cousins ate or wore, Yang Fei had the same.

Even though his aunt often said unpleasant things, it was just nagging. At most, behind Uncle's back, she would secretly give some coveted treats to her own children.

At the age of thirteen, Yang Fei met his master and left with him.

Since then, he could only occasionally contact his uncle by phone.

After making money abroad, he would often call and send money back to his uncle.

A year ago, after a sudden incident, he was seriously injured. Concerned about exposing his whereabouts and endangering others, he cut off contact with his uncle's family.

Now back in the country, although he still had significant hidden health issues, his injuries had stabilized. Plus, his true identity had always been kept secret from others, so he should be safe.

Today he made a million and decided to transfer some money back to his uncle, which made him unable to resist contacting his uncle.

"Are you back?" his uncle's voice was very excited, "Where are you? Uncle will come to get you on my motorcycle."

Hearing his uncle's voice made Yang Fei feel warm inside, and he said, "Not yet, I haven't returned to the village. I'm in Binhai now."

"Oh," his uncle's voice was noticeably disappointed.

However, quickly, his uncle exclaimed, "Where did you say you are?"

"Binhai," Yang Fei repeated.

"That's fantastic. Your sister is also studying in Binhai; she just got in this year and has been there for over two months. It's a new place for her, and I don't know if she's adapting well. She's a country girl, and I'm not sure if anyone is bullying her. If you're in Binhai, please go see your sister and help take care of her."

Yang Fei's spirits lifted.

The memory of the little girl who always followed him and Xiao Jun, five years younger than him, surfaced in his mind.

When he left the village, the little girl was just over eight years old. To think a decade had passed and she was now in college filled him with longing.

Unable to sit still any longer, overwhelmed with desire to see a family member, Yang Fei asked, "Which school is Wenwen studying at, and what's her mobile number? I will go to find her."

This was his own dear cousin, after all.

Since they were little, she had followed him and Xiao Jun around, always calling him 'big brother'.

Even though his aunt could sometimes be unpleasant, the bond between the cousins was the purest and most genuine.

Sometimes, when their aunt secretly gave the two a treat, they would also quietly save a portion for him.

"Binhai University. I think it's some pharmaceutical department. You know, Uncle is illiterate and doesn't understand these things. Right, her phone number is..."

Yang Fei noted the phone number and felt a bit astonished.

Binhai University?

Wasn't that the university where Qin Yanyang taught? What a coincidence.

"Uncle, are you still using that same bank card?" Yang Fei finally asked.

"Yes, I am. By the way, Xiao Fei, you're not getting any younger. It's time you started saving up for a wife. I remember all the money you've sent in the past. Last year, when I was arranging a marriage for Xiao Jun, we asked for a dowry of two hundred thousand, and the girl's family also demanded a house in the county town, so I used the money you sent. But don't worry, once Wenwen graduates in a couple of years, I'll make sure to pay you back," the uncle said, feeling a bit guilty about using the money Yang Fei had sent.

Yang Fei felt a twinge in his nose, touched and saddened.

"Uncle, I send money for you to use. There's no need to repay me. Your nephew can earn big money. In fact, I'm about to transfer five hundred thousand to you. You and auntie can use it freely and confidently. If it's not enough, just ask me for more."

"Oh, my, you shouldn't be so reckless with money once you have it. We have enough. You don't need to send me any more. Save it for yourself, for your marriage," the uncle urged anxiously.

Listening to his uncle's words, Yang Fei was moved and ashamed at the same time.

He had been orphaned at a young age, and his uncle had been like a father to him.

All these years, he had been successful overseas but had never managed to find the time to visit his uncle.

He felt guilty.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately transferred five hundred thousand to his uncle's account.

"This injury has left me seriously hurt and with huge hidden dangers. Perhaps it's Heaven's way of telling me to come back and repay the kindness of Uncle's family," he thought.

Yang Fei composed himself, feeling that his current life was quite good.

If he could make that genuinely aloof goddess of a wife fall in love with him again, it would be perfect.

Hehe, he wondered what the look on his uncle and aunt's faces would be when he brought Qin Yanyang back with him.

Having collected his thoughts, Yang Fei went to the villa's underground garage.

A car was still parked there.

It was the discontinued Volkswagen Phaeton.

This car was sufficiently low-profile, and Yang Fei liked it very much.

He had been worried that all the cars in Qin Yanyang's family were too ostentatious for a school visit with his sister.

He sent Qin Yanyang a message: "I'm using the car."

"It's meant for you to use, anyway," Qin Yanyang replied instantly.

Yang Fei smiled and drove toward Binhai University.

Binhai University cafeteria, first floor.

Dinner time had just passed. Yang Wen, with an apron tied around her, holding a rag in one hand and a stainless steel basin in the other, was cleaning up.

"Wenwen, our dorm is having a mixer with the Finance department's class 2318 tonight, and you can't miss out. It's a dorm activity," said a fashionably dressed girl with an LV bag on her shoulder and a somewhat flirtatious look, standing next to Yang Wen.

Yang Wen looked uncomfortable as she worked and responded, "I'll have to skip it. Well… my brother has come to visit me, and he'll be here soon, so I want to show him around the university."

She was surprised but mostly delighted by the call she had received from her older brother, Yang Fei.

He said he'd be coming soon, so she needed to finish her work early to make sure her brother wouldn't discover her part-time job.

As for the mixer, she had no intention of participating.

Seeing Yang Wen reject her, the girl frowned and sneered, "Yang Wen, don't be ungrateful. There are only four of us in the dorm, and yet you always act alone; that's hardly cooperative. Besides, Young Master Chen specifically asked for your presence. He's taken a liking to you. Think about it—if you strike up a friendship with him, who'd dare look down on you in the future?"

Yang Wen frowned slightly but did not argue with Tian Huixi. While continuing her cleaning, she said, "I really can't make it today. My brother will be here any minute, and I need to accompany him."

Tian Huixi's mouth twisted into a smirk as she said, "No problem. Your brother isn't much older, right? He can join us; the more, the merrier."

Yang Wen shook her head: "It's fine. You guys go ahead without me. I'm not going."

Seeing Yang Wen's outright refusal, Tian Huixi's expression darkened as she said, "Well, you said it."

With that, she turned and left in a huff.

Stepping out of the cafeteria, Tian Huixi took out her phone and dialed a number, speaking in an affected sweet tone, "Oh, Young Master Chen, I really did my best, but she thinks too little of you, unwilling to come."

"Oh? Playing hard to get, huh? Hehe, interesting. Then I'll just have to extend the invitation personally. Let's see if she dares to refuse me to my face," a conceited voice came through the phone.