Ye Xinfan, Ye Jian's father, was a humble village man.
When he was young, Ye Zhifan wasn't afraid of his elder brother. He felt that his elder brother wasn't really smart. After finding out something that he didn't know, Ye Zhifan nodded without a hint of astonishment and said, "No wonder Jian doesn't look like Elder Brother. She isn't Elder Brother's child."
Her looks weren't like his elder brother, her intelligence wasn't like his elder brother, and her way of dealing with matters wasn't like his elder brother either. It was believable that she wasn't his elder brother's child.
What about his uncle's son? The old people in the village said that when his aunt came back with his uncle, the entire village was flabbergasted. Even when she walked or spoke, there was a holy aura around her. She was so beautiful that the notorious gangster in the village wanted to snatch his aunt.
