Chapter 3
Yunhai City, Qin Family Estate.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom glided smoothly into its parking space.
Qiao Yingzi opened the car door, and Qin Ge stepped out slowly.
A ray of morning sunlight streamed down, bathing Qin Ge’s already fair complexion in a golden, almost sacred glow.
Gardeners and maids along the path gazed at Qin Ge as he passed, their eyes shimmering with admiration:
“The Eldest Young Master looks so handsome today!”
“How come I never noticed how dashing he was before?”
“He’s a thousand, no, ten thousand times more handsome than those movie stars!”
“It’s such a pity the Matriarch passed away so early. Otherwise, the Old Master wouldn’t despise the Eldest Young Master, and Huanhuan and her siblings wouldn’t bully him.”
“Shh! Are you trying to get us killed?!”
An elderly gardener pulled the younger maid aside, abruptly silencing the gossip.
Qin Ge glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, a cold smile curling his lips.
Being bullied?
Only spineless cowards get bullied.
Now, he’s the man who can tear apart a tank with his bare hands!
“Wait for me in the car. I’ll be out soon,” Qin Ge instructed Qiao Yingzi before striding into the dining hall.
Inside the dining hall, the hierarchy was clearly defined, with different breakfasts laid out at each seat around the long table.
Qin Ge sat gracefully at the head of the table, knife and fork in hand, slicing off a small piece of wagyu steak and carefully chewing and swallowing it.
Soon, footsteps approached the dining room within the spacious Qin Family Estate.
Qin Zou, Qin Ge’s half-brother.
In appearance, he bore no resemblance to Qin Ge whatsoever.
Seeing Qin Ge seated in their father’s place, Qin Zou angrily demanded, “Qin Ge, are you blind? Can’t you tell where you’re supposed to sit for breakfast?!”
Qin Ge, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, remained silent, not even glancing at Qin Zou. He continued to gracefully cut his steak, savoring each bite.
Moments later, the remaining three members of the Qin Family entered the dining room.
Qin Huanhuan, the elder martial sister of the Son of Destiny Chen Yuan, immediately narrowed her willow-leaf eyebrows upon seeing Qin Ge.
Clad in a linen trench coat, she crossed her arms over her ample chest, her posture conveying haughty disdain as she glared down at Qin Ge. “If you’re sitting there, where’s Dad supposed to sit?” she demanded angrily.
Qin Zou moved to his father, Qin Hai, and pointed at Qin Ge, complaining, “Dad, look at this guy! He’s really overstepping his bounds now.”
“If he dares to snatch your seat today, tomorrow he’ll dare to snatch your position as head of the Qin Family. This guy is getting more and more outrageous.”
“Dad, you absolutely can’t let him continue to act so arrogantly.”
Qin Hai frowned deeply and roared at Qin Ge, “Get up now!”
Qin Ge lowered his gaze, a cold sneer in his heart.
That spineless fool of an original owner always acted this way.
He was constantly targeted by Qin Zou at home.
Yet his father didn’t care, his younger brother disrespected him, and his younger sister ignored him.
And then there was his stepmother, ever watchful and whispering poisonous words in his ear.
He was the kind who was always bullied but never dared to speak up.
It’s no wonder he turned dark after his proposal failed. This Qin Family bears a significant responsibility for that.
He was suppressed so relentlessly that his psyche gradually twisted into something monstrous!
But those were all stories from the past.
Qin Ge leisurely speared the last piece of steak and brought it to his mouth.
“Qin Ge, I could forgive you for disrespecting me,” Qin Zou said, his energy rising.
“But now you’re even ignoring Dad’s orders?”
Qin Zou was getting fired up.
He needed to maintain his image as a filial and well-behaved son in front of his father.
He had always avoided bullying Qin Ge in his father’s presence.
But today was different. Qin Ge was defying even his father’s commands.
He was practically begging for death!
“Get out!”
Qin Zou lunged forward and grabbed Qin Ge by the lapels of his suit, attempting to haul him to his feet.
Only then did Qin Ge slowly lift his gaze.
He first examined the knife and fork in his hands, then seized Qin Zou’s hand, which was pinning him down, and flipped it over, slamming it onto the dining table.
Thwack!
Grasping the fork, Qin Ge pierced Qin Zou’s palm, driving the tines deep into the tabletop.
With Qin Zou’s palm pinned, Qin Ge picked up the dining knife and, with a deft motion akin to a butcher carving beef, lightly sliced along Qin Zou’s wrist.
Thud—
Losing the support of his hand, Qin Zou collapsed to the floor with a thud.
Staring at the crimson fountain gushing from his severed arm, it took several seconds for Qin Zou to register the agonizing pain.
Clutching his severed limb, he let out a soul-wrenching scream: “My hand! My hand! It’s gone! Aaaaaaaah!!!”
Qin Zou’s agonized wails reverberated, piercing eardrums.
Meanwhile, Qin Ge calmly wiped his hands with a napkin, though not a drop of blood had touched them.
As if wiping away Qin Zou’s scent.
He lifted his gaze, offering the four members of the Qin family a smile as warm as spring sunshine. “Everyone, good morning.”
The elegant matriarch rushed to support her maimed son, shouting frantically, “Ambulance! Quick, call an ambulance!”
Even Qin Hai, who had experienced the cutthroat battles of the business world, was shaken to his core by the sight before him. He roared in fury, “Qin Ge, have you gone mad?!”
Before his words could fully fade, Qin Huanhuan had already surged forward.
Her speed was astonishing, her trench coat whipping through the air.
A leg whip, raised high, swept directly toward Qin Ge’s temple.
Thud!
Qin Ge raised an arm to block the blow.
The collision of leg bone against arm bone echoed with a dull thud.
“So tough!”
Qin Huanhuan’s beautiful eyes widened, staring in disbelief at her useless older brother.
She had never dreamed that her kick, capable of overturning a multi-ton car, could be stopped by Qin Ge.
“Huanhuan,” Qin Ge said, gripping her ankle and shaking his head with feigned disapproval. “I was quite pleased with your morning greeting, but I’m very disappointed you’re not wearing leggings!
“A Qin Family woman cannot leave the house without leggings.”
Still gripping her ankle, Qin Ge slammed Qin Huanhuan’s leg against the mahogany dining table.
Crack!
Along with the table shattering, an entire section of the delicate bone in Huanhuan’s calf, no thicker than a man’s wrist, splintered into fragments—a comminuted fracture.
Tossing Huanhuan aside, Qin Ge smiled. “To keep you from going out, Brother had no choice but to break your leg.”
“Qin Ge!”
“You’re insane!”
“You’re courting death!”
In the blink of an eye, her children had been crippled. The refined woman, who had always maintained a façade of impartiality, could no longer contain herself. Her eyes bloodshot with fury, she roared at Qin Ge.
Qin Ge merely swept her with an icy glance.
The refined woman, Qin Ge’s stepmother in name only, choked on her own anger, her mouth snapping shut as if gagged.
“Since when does an outsider like you have the right to interfere in the affairs of the Qin Family?”
Qin Ge withdrew his gaze and turned toward Qin Hai, smiling. “Dad, don’t you think I have a point?”
“Madness!”
“Utter madness!”
“That’s your mother!”
Qin Hai felt his blood rush to his head, his blood pressure spiking to 180 in an instant.
Qin Ge shook his head. “She’s just some wild woman you brought home.”
Qin Hai pointed at Qin Huanhuan and Qin Zou. “Then what about Huanhuan and Zou? They’re your younger sister and brother!”
“You severed Zou’s hand and shattered Huanhuan’s leg. What exactly do you want?”
Qin Ge cast a dismissive glance, paused briefly to consider, then shook his head again. “They’re just bastards you sired outside the family.”
“And I am the Qin Family’s rightful heir.”
Qin Hai clenched his fists in anger. “Are you accusing me, your own father, of being unfit? If it weren’t for me, your Weixue Group would have collapsed long ago!”
“The Rolls-Royce you drive, the bespoke suits you wear—they’re all thanks to me, your father!”
Qin Ge sighed wistfully. “The image I once had of you was already shattered into fragments. Now? It’s even worse than I could have imagined.”
He fixed his gaze on Qin Hai, emphasizing each word with deliberate weight. “The privileged life I live is because of the trust fund my mother left me, not because of you, Qin Hai, and certainly not because I’m the son of the Qin Family!”
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