The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 10:

Even after Qin Fei earned five million, no one believed that the pile of scrap metal was truly valuable. 

The evidence was clear—apart from some common metals, the only notable item was a broken ashtray. 

Most bystanders assumed it was just a Douyin skit.

Yang Ruoxi’s emotions were complicated. 

She wondered what Qin Fei was up to. 

Could he have coordinated with the old man to stage this whole act, just to gain face in front of everyone?

Holding a wine glass, Qin Fei looked at Yang Ruoxi and said, “Sorry, I forgot to wish you a happy birthday.” After finishing his drink in one gulp, he turned and limped out of the hotel with his trash bag.

Yang Ruoxi let out a small sigh of relief, worried that Qin Fei might retaliate by pouring wine on her in front of everyone. That would have been utterly humiliating.

Zhou Kai noticed Yang Ruoxi staring at Qin Fei’s retreating figure and felt a surge of irritation. That idiot really got lucky—earning 5 million yuan from a pile of junk. However, his emotional intelligence was abysmal. If Zhou Kai were in his place, he would have handed the check to Yang Ruoxi on the spot, showcasing his generosity and class.

What Zhou Kai didn’t know was that Yang Ruoxi’s earlier gesture of pouring wine on Qin Fei had already left him disheartened. 

Qin Fei wasn’t insensitive; the wine incident proved that Yang Ruoxi didn’t see him as her husband. 

No woman would publicly pour wine on her husband if she respected him. It was a clear blow to his dignity.

Determined to prove his worth, Qin Fei resolved to restore his body and strength. He wanted Yang Ruoxi to see that he wasn’t some useless freeloader but a capable and strong man.

Zhou Kai noticed Yang Ruoxi’s silence and signaled to one of his subordinates. 

Catching the hint, the man said, “Captain Yang, shall we cut the cake?”

“Sure.” Yang Ruoxi nodded, forcing herself to focus on the moment. She told herself that Qin Fei’s intelligence, or lack thereof, had nothing to do with her. She didn’t even like him—why let him affect her mood?

The cake was brought out by hotel staff, and amidst cheers and blessings, Yang Ruoxi blew out the candles. But as she began cutting the cake, her knife struck something hard. Curious, she used the plastic knife to lift it out—it was a sparkling ring.

At that moment, Zhou Kai stood up and, with a look of deep affection, said, “Ruoxi, I’ve liked you for a long time. This ring is for you. I hope you’ll accept it.”

“Say yes! Say yes!”
The police officers at the table began cheering, joined by onlookers from neighboring tables.

Yang Ruoxi froze momentarily. She hadn’t expected Zhou Kai to propose in front of so many people. The gesture left her uncomfortable. 

While she might not have feelings for Qin Fei, she wasn’t the type to casually accept another man’s proposal.

“Sorry, but I’m married,” she said firmly, placing the ring back on the table. 

Turning to the others, she added, “Thank you all for celebrating my birthday. But my parents are waiting for me to have longevity noodles with them, so I’ll head home now.” She picked up her bag and left the hotel.

Standing on the bustling street, she felt a pang of loneliness. 

When would she finally meet the right person?

As she fastened her seatbelt in the car, Qin Fei’s voice suddenly came from outside. “Hey, can you give me a ride home?”

Qin Fei hadn’t gone far after leaving the hotel. He had suspected Zhou Kai had another act planned and stayed nearby to observe. 

When Zhou Kai’s grand proposal was met with rejection, Qin Fei felt a bit better. Yang Ruoxi’s outright refusal softened his earlier disappointment.

Reflecting on his own behavior, Qin Fei realized he had been far from perfect. People were often superficial and materialistic, and considering how he appeared—with a trash bag in hand—Yang Ruoxi’s anger was understandable.

Seeing her walk out of the hotel alone, looking so solitary, he felt his heart soften. 

Despite everything, he wanted to make amends. After all, the original Qin Fei’s dying words were “Ruoxi… wife,” a testament to his deep love for her. Qin Fei, now intertwined with Qin Fei’s soul, found himself caring deeply for this cold yet resolute woman.

Yang Ruoxi glanced at Qin Fei through the car window. His face was sweaty, and he still clutched that bag of “trash.” Yet, there was a profound sincerity in his eyes that momentarily touched her heart. Maintaining her composure, she said coldly, “Do you expect me to open the door for you?”

“Heh, no need!” Qin Fei chuckled, slipping into the passenger seat and placing the bag at his feet.

As she drove, Yang Ruoxi kept glancing at Qin Fei through the rearview mirror. Unable to hold back, she finally asked, “What’s in that bag of yours?”

“It’s useless to others, but it’s invaluable to me,” Qin Fei replied, keeping the details vague. The world he once knew was too distant for ordinary people to comprehend. Moreover, he didn’t want Yang Ruoxi getting entangled in his past and potential dangers.

“Fine, keep your secrets!” Yang Ruoxi huffed, feeling irritated. To her, trust and openness were the foundation of any relationship. Qin Fei’s evasiveness left her frustrated.

The rest of the ride passed in silence. After reaching the villa, Yang Ruoxi went to park the car while Qin Fei waited at the entrance. At that moment, a black Bentley pulled up beside him. A tall young man and a dignified middle-aged man stepped out.

The middle-aged man eyed Qin Fei and said politely, “Mr. Qin Fei, may I invite you to dinner?”

The man was none other than Zhao Muhin’s father, Zhao Zhongyi. He had planned to visit Qin Fei earlier but was delayed and had to come that evening instead.

“Sorry, but it’s my wife’s birthday, and I need to be with her,” Qin Fei replied calmly.

Just as Yang Ruoxi finished parking, she overheard this and felt a warmth in her heart. So, Qin Fei did care about her after all. She approached the group and asked, “May I ask why you’re looking for him?”

“Oh, you must be Officer Yang,” Zhao Zhongyi said with a faint smile, though he didn’t introduce himself. As a close associate of the city’s top officials, he saw no need to show excessive courtesy to a mere police captain. “I just want to invite your husband to dinner—nothing more.”

Yang Ruoxi was taken aback. 

She knew Qin Fei’s life well—he either stayed home or visited hospitals. How could someone driving a Bentley possibly know him? And why would they invite him to dinner?

Qin Fei guessed the man’s identity based on his resemblance to Zhao Muhin. He figured this visit was to learn the truth about yesterday’s events. It seemed unlikely they would leave without him agreeing to the invitation.

Sighing, Qin Fei handed his bag and a check to Yang Ruoxi. “Wife, I’ll be back soon.”

Seeing his seriousness, Yang Ruoxi said nothing as Qin Fei climbed into the Bentley, leaving her standing by the villa, puzzled and thoughtful.