Book Mountain Court, the Qin Family Residence.

The whole family was up bright and early. After breakfast, Qin Qiu and Qin Mo went to apply their makeup and change into their formal gowns. Dressed in a black suit, Chen Yang didn't need to do anything else but wait quietly for them.

Before long, Luo Sulan descended the stairs. Meticulously dressed in a purple cheongsam that exuded an air of nobility, she swayed her hips with every step. As the saying goes, like mother, like daughter. Despite being nearly fifty, a careful makeover ensured Luo Sulan still possessed a mature charm.

"Oh, you're still here?" Luo Sulan glanced at Chen Yang as she walked down the stairs, a mocking tone in her voice. "Look at you, all dressed up. Are you planning to attend my Qin family's ribbon-cutting ceremony?"

CLACK, CLACK, CLACK.

The sharp sound of high heels echoed on the floor as Luo Sulan came to a stop in front of Chen Yang. "What," she said coldly, "did you not hear a single word I said yesterday?"

"Mother-in-law, I will of course be attending today's ribbon-cutting ceremony," Chen Yang replied flatly, meeting her gaze.

"Don't you dare call me that. I, Luo Sulan, have never acknowledged you, and I will never acknowledge a good-for-nothing like you!" Luo Sulan sneered. "With Xiaoqiu's standing and the Qin family's current influence, my son-in-law must be, and can only be, a prominent figure. I don't expect him to be all-powerful, but he must be a young talent capable of shaking Lingjin City with a wave of his hand or a stamp of his foot."

"And you..." Luo Sulan tilted her head back, looking down her nose at Chen Yang. "You're just a leech who can only survive thanks to my Qin family. Someone like you isn't even worthy of carrying my Xiaoqiu's shoes. You're a low-life, a piece of worthless trash!"

"To have lived in my Qin family's home for so long... it must be due to the incredible luck of all your ancestors combined!"

Finally, Luo Sulan pointed a finger at Chen Yang's nose. "I am ordering you, right now, to get the hell out of my family's house! Don't cling to this place like some shameless, mangy dog!"

Chen Yang simply smiled. Far from being angry, he picked up a glass of water from the table and took a sip. "As I said yesterday, besides me, no one is worthy of Xiaoqiu," he said with a small laugh. "Also, I have never once sponged off your Qin family. In fact, if we're being honest, it is the Qin family that's marrying up."

As he spoke, Chen Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. "What you believe is nothing but your own self-important delusion. In my eyes, you're just a petty clown."

TAP, TAP, TAP!

Under Chen Yang's direct gaze, a chill ran down Luo Sulan's spine. She stumbled back several steps, staring at him in horror. "You..."

"Well, well, Chen Yang. How dare you speak to me like that?" Taking a couple of deep breaths to compose herself, Luo Sulan pulled out her phone. Scrolling through her contacts, she sneered, "If you dare show your face at the ceremony today, I promise I'll find someone to take care of you!"

"Be my guest."

"You just wait!"

Throwing out the threat, Luo Sulan walked to the side, phone in hand.

Just then, Qin Qiu and Qin Mo descended the stairs one after another.

Qin Qiu wore a black, off-the-shoulder long dress. Her hair was piled high in an elegant coif, revealing a long, fair neck and seductive collarbones. She moved like a black swan, absolutely dazzling and breathtaking.

"So, what do you think? Do I look alright?" Seeing Chen Yang staring intently, Qin Qiu held the hem of her skirt and gave a little twirl, a radiant smile blooming on her delicate face.

"Tsk, tsk..." Chen Yang folded his arms and circled her, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Beautiful! Utterly and indescribably beautiful!"

"Pfft..." Qin Qiu covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "You don't have to exaggerate so much," she said, feigning annoyance.

"President Qin, you are the brightest star in the night sky," Chen Yang said with a completely straight face. "This world is vast, but no matter which corner I'm in, I would be able to spot you in a single glance."

"Ugh!" Qin Mo, standing to the side, rolled her eyes. "Do you have to be so cheesy? There's another person here, you know. Besides, aren't I beautiful too?" She tilted her chin up slightly, glancing at Chen Yang as if to say, *praise me, quick, praise me*.

Dressed in a blue gown, she was graceful and as ethereal as a flower fairy—a great beauty in her own right.

"Of course, you're beautiful!" Chen Yang gently put an arm around Qin Qiu's slender waist and said without hesitation, "You two sisters are like the brilliant Gemini constellation, so radiant you're unforgettable."

"Well, well, brother-in-law, I never realized you had such a silver tongue," Qin Mo said, her large, bright eyes twinkling with amusement.

Chen Yang gave the woman in his arms an adoring look and grinned. "An outstanding person will always reveal their excellence and uniqueness when you least expect it."

"Shameless," Qin Qiu said, shrugging off his hand and rolling her eyes. "Give you an inch and you take a mile, huh? It's getting late. We should go."

"Right away!" Chen Yang immediately bowed, making a gesture of invitation. "This way, President Qin. Allow me to be your driver!"

Qin Qiu didn't stand on ceremony and strode out of the villa. The four of them got into two cars and slowly drove away from Book Mountain Court, heading for the pharmaceutical factory.

「Yuelan Grand Hotel.」

Inside a luxury suite, several top executives from the pharmaceutical industry looked worse for wear. After two days of confinement, they were more haggard than the next, their faces covered in stubble and their eyes bloodshot. Being crammed into one room made proper rest impossible, but the psychological pressure was the biggest toll. For them, losing money was trivial. The real problem was the uncertainty of whether they would ultimately live or die.

Fan Changtian lit a cigarette. "My family just called back," he said in a sinister tone. "They've spent a fortune to hire two Twelfth-Tier Fist Masters. Along with the four Tenth-Tier Fist Masters from my headquarters, they are already in position at the ceremony venue."

"I have a Twelfth-Tier Fist Master on my side," another added.

"I've also hired one."

The others chimed in. Their headquarters were all in Cangyun City, a place teeming with hidden masters of every field. It was even rumored that with a sincere enough offer, one could hire the Thirteenth-Tier Thousand-Faced Yama. In that light, hiring a few Twelfth-Tier Fist Masters was truly a piece of cake.

Fan Changlong did a quick tally, a dark smile spreading across his face. "That gives us five Twelfth-Tier Fist Masters and eight Tenth-Tier ones. With that kind of force, we should be able to negotiate terms with him, right? If he pushes us too far, even if we can't kill him, we'll make sure to take a pound of flesh!"

"Excellent!" Yuan Tianlong shouted with a vicious grin. Even now, he had not forgotten the quest for vengeance for his son's murder. Given the chance, he would kill his enemy without a moment's hesitation.

BANG!

The door was pushed open. Yang Hu walked in, a cryptic smile on his face as he swept his gaze over them. "Alright, everyone, get ready. Spruce yourselves up a bit. We're leaving soon."

Let them preen all they want. Five thousand Martial Guards are already on standby.

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