The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 11:

The Bentley started and gradually left the villa. Yang Ruoxi stood in place for a while, lost in thought, before heading back inside. Her mind was full of unanswered questions.

The check Qin Fei had handed her earlier—it was real.

Could that old man really be some influential figure who saw value in the so-called “scrap metal” Qin Fei was carrying?

But how did Qin Fei know it was valuable in the first place?

Shaking her head, Yang Ruoxi decided to interrogate Qin Fei properly when he returned. This money had come in a strange and unclear manner, and she worried it might bring trouble to the Yang family.

Elsewhere, Zhao Zhongyi opened the glove compartment, took out a genuine Cuban cigar, and smiled as he asked, “Mr. Qin, care for one?”

“I’m not used to smoking,” Qin Fei replied, waving it off. 

He noticed an open plaza ahead and said, “It’s getting late. Let’s skip dinner. If you’ve got something to discuss, we can talk there.”

“That works—let’s just chat casually,” Zhao Zhongyi replied.

Being a successful businessman, Zhao Zhongyi had his own way of dealing with people. He didn’t underestimate Qin Fei just because of his reputation as a “fool.” 

From the moment they met, Zhao Zhongyi had been quietly observing Qin Fei. The man sitting before him didn’t align at all with the rumored image of a “simpleton.”

This discrepancy made Zhao Zhongyi uneasy. 

He suspected Qin Fei had deliberately approached his daughter with ulterior motives. Perhaps he was trying to win her over and gain access to the family’s wealth. If that were the case, Zhao Zhongyi had plans to test him thoroughly—and if necessary, have Long Zaitian teach him a lesson.

After stepping out of the car, Zhao Zhongyi and Qin Fei walked toward a nearby bench. Long Zaitian followed, standing a meter or two away, lighting a cigarette.

Zhao Zhongyi exhaled a puff of smoke and asked warmly, “Mr. Qin, do you have a job?”

“Unemployed,” Qin Fei answered simply.

“How about joining my company? I’ll make you the general manager,” Zhao Zhongyi offered, throwing out his first bait. If Qin Fei were truly greedy, he wouldn’t resist this offer. 

After all, Zhao Zhongyi’s company was one of the top enterprises in the North. Becoming its general manager would be a fast track to success.

But Qin Fei shook his head, replying calmly, “Thanks for your kind offer, but I’ll pass. If you’re looking to thank me, I’ll accept your gratitude. But as for being a manager, it’s unnecessary. I have my own life, and I’m quite content with it.”

Zhao Zhongyi’s expression didn’t change, but his heart burned with suspicion. 

He interpreted Qin Fei’s refusal as a sign of even greater ambition. 

Perhaps Qin Fei already knew his daughter was his only child and was laying a long-term trap, aiming to gain his trust before taking everything.

Suppressing his frustration, Zhao Zhongyi maintained his smile and said, “You’re aware, Mr. Qin, that Muhin is my only daughter. I’m truly grateful for what you did to save her. Since you’re not interested in working for me, I’d still like to express my thanks. Here’s a check for 50 million yuan—please don’t decline.”

With that, Zhao Zhongyi pulled out a pre-written check and placed it in front of Qin Fei. If Qin Fei accepted, it would confirm his greed, and Zhao Zhongyi would ensure his daughter stayed far away from him.

But Qin Fei didn’t even glance at the check. 

Instead, he impatiently said, “Mr. Zhao, I know what you’re thinking. Let me make it clear: I’m not interested in your wealth, nor do I have feelings for your daughter. What happened that day was purely accidental. I’m busy and don’t want to waste time.”

Finishing his words, Qin Fei stood up, leaving Zhao Zhongyi momentarily awkward. 

With a slight nod, Zhao signaled Long Zaitian.

Long Zaitian stepped forward, blocking Qin Fei’s path. “I’ve heard you’re quite skilled. They say you used a twig to pierce through a wolf?”

“Do you believe it?” Qin Fei asked indifferently.

“I don’t,” Long Zaitian replied. “That’s why I’d like to test you. Forgive me!” 

Without further warning, he threw a punch toward Qin Fei’s chest, though he only used 30 percent of his strength. 

Long Zaitian didn’t believe someone like Qin Fei could perform such a feat.

True, there were exceptional individuals in the world, but they were rare—and even less likely to appear in a small city like Jiangcheng.

Qin Fei sighed inwardly. 

With his current abilities, defeating Long Zaitian would have been effortless. However, doing so would expose his strength, potentially attracting the attention of old enemies. Choosing caution, Qin Fei feigned clumsiness, dodging poorly and taking the punch squarely on his chest. Stumbling back several steps, he “angrily” said, “What’s the meaning of this? I save your daughter, and now you hit me?”

Seeing Long Zaitian shake his head slightly, Zhao Zhongyi felt more certain. 

This young man probably hadn’t even saved his daughter—it was likely her imagination due to the stress of the situation. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Zhao Zhongyi approached and said politely, “Mr. Qin, I apologize. My nephew can be impulsive. Are you hurt? Do you need to visit a hospital?”

“No need—just consider it a dog bite,” Qin Fei replied, turning and limping away from the plaza.

Inside, he felt stifled. 

In his past life, he had been immensely powerful, but his enemies had orchestrated his downfall. The foes he faced were not ordinary, and he knew he couldn’t risk exposure until his strength returned.

As Qin Fei disappeared into the distance, Long Zaitian shared his assessment. “Uncle, his body is quite weak. When I hit him, I could feel it—he’s definitely not a skilled fighter.”

“I trust your judgment. Let’s head back. Spend more time with Muhin and help her keep her mind off things,” Zhao Zhongyi instructed.

“Don’t worry, Uncle. I know some excellent psychologists. If needed, I’ll take Muhin to see one,” Long Zaitian reassured.

“Thank you,” Zhao Zhongyi said, exhaling deeply as they climbed back into the Bentley.

…

Meanwhile, back at the Yang family villa, Qin Fei had just walked in when Yang Guoming called out warmly, “Xiao Fei, come have some birthday noodles. I made them myself!”

“Thanks, Dad,” Qin Fei replied with a smile. He had always felt comfortable around Yang Guoming.

Yang Ruoxi, watching Qin Fei return, set down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth. “Dad, I’m heading upstairs.”

Pausing at the staircase, she overheard her father ask, “Xiao Fei, is Ruoxi bullying you again?”

Nearly stumbling, Yang Ruoxi rolled her eyes. This was definitely her biological father.

Qin Fei, however, laughed it off. “Don’t worry, Dad. Ruoxi and I are doing great.”

“That’s good to hear. You’ve been married almost a year. Isn’t it time to give your mom and me a grandchild to spoil?” Yang Guoming hinted with a knowing smile.

“Uh… we’ll work on it,” Qin Fei replied, smiling awkwardly. 

Considering his and Yang Ruoxi’s current relationship—they hadn’t even held hands yet—having a child seemed as distant as the heavens.

“Alright, eat up and get some rest,” Yang Guoming said, guiding his wife into their bedroom.

After finishing the noodles, Qin Fei cleaned up and headed upstairs. Entering the room, he saw Yang Ruoxi sitting on the edge of the bed, freshly showered and wearing a nightgown. Her long, white legs were elegantly crossed as she glanced at him.

“Aren’t you going to explain anything?” she asked coldly.

“Explain what?” Qin Fei asked, puzzled.

“Who was that old man earlier? And who was in the Bentley tonight? Qin Yi Fei, I didn’t know your connections were so impressive,” Yang Ruoxi said with a sarcastic smile, clearly suspicious that Qin Fei was hiding things from her.

Scratching his head, Qin Fei sighed inwardly at her relentless curiosity. 

After a moment, he replied, “I don’t know the old man. Oh, right—he gave me a business card. His name’s Wang Houde.”

He handed her the card, and Yang Ruoxi took it. The card was simple, bearing only the words “Lingyu Pavilion—Wang Houde” along with a phone number.

Lingyu Pavilion? She murmured the name to herself, and then, as if recalling something, her expression changed. Grabbing Qin Fei’s arm, she asked excitedly, “Did he say he’d grant you a favor too?”

Caught off guard by her reaction, Qin Fei nodded cautiously. “I think so. Why? Do you know this guy?”