The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 9:

As the number of guests increased, Yang Ruoxi lost the energy to care about Qin Fei. She chatted with the attendees while coordinating the hotel staff to serve the dishes.

About an hour later, Qin Fei walked into the hotel, sweating profusely. Having spent all the allowance Yang Ruoxi gave him on scrap metal, he had no choice but to walk to the hotel. He even brought the trash bag inside, worried someone might steal it if left outside.

“Take a guess—what’s in that idiot’s bag?”
“Probably a gift. It’s his wife’s birthday; he can’t show up empty-handed, right?”
“Doesn’t look like it. Judging by the clanging sound, it’s more like scrap metal.”
“Doesn’t matter. Let’s make him open it later and find out.”

Qin Fei didn’t seem to care about the chatter. 

Seeing an empty seat, he casually placed the bag on the floor, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and said, “I’m starving. I’ll eat first.”

Eat? That’s all he ever thinks about! Was he a pig in his past life? Yang Ruoxi didn’t say anything aloud, but she was fuming inside. He came late, brought a trash bag, and made her look like a wife who neglected her husband so much that he had to scavenge for food.

Zhou Kai smirked at Qin Fei’s lack of self-awareness and mocked, “It’s not easy for him. With a disability and reduced to scavenging, he must be exhausted and starving. Of course, none of this is Ruoxi’s fault. Life is about having value, and his seems to lie in collecting trash.”

Zhou Kai’s words made Yang Ruoxi’s brows furrow further. 

She regretted inviting Qin Fei to her birthday celebration. Yet, with her colleagues present, she could only suppress her anger and stay silent.

Qin Fei was well aware of Zhou Kai’s ridicule but couldn’t be bothered to respond. 

Zhou Kai was like a frog in a well, incapable of seeing the broader world. 

Qin Fei focused on eating, ignoring him entirely.

Zhou Kai, emboldened by Qin Fei’s silence, smiled smugly and picked up the bag. 

Dumping its contents onto the floor, he said mockingly, “This must be his gift. Let’s see what treasures he brought!”

Zhou Kai had seen the bag earlier that day and knew it contained junk. His real intention was to humiliate Qin Fei, hoping to push Yang Ruoxi into divorcing him. Zhou Kai had his sights set on Yang Ruoxi and believed he could win her over once Qin Fei was out of the picture.

A clattering sound filled the room as scrap metal spilled onto the floor. The hall fell silent. Even nearby diners couldn’t help but whisper:

“What kind of world is this? Such a beautiful woman married to a disabled man who picks trash?”
“Publicity stunt. They’ll do anything for fame these days.”
“Or maybe he’s a rich heir testing her sincerity?”

The room buzzed with speculation.

Yang Ruoxi’s eyes turned red with embarrassment. If not for her colleagues watching, she might have thrown a plate at Qin Fei. This was humiliating—bringing a bag of trash to her birthday celebration? 

Was he deliberately trying to disgrace her?

Qin Fei, unfazed, continued eating until he finished his last bite. Then, calmly, he said, “Enjoyed the show? If so, return my things.”

Zhou Kai sneered, scooped up the items, and stuffed them back into the bag. “A pile of trash. Why would I want it?” He tossed the bag at Qin Fei’s feet with a smug expression.

Yang Ruoxi bit her lip, glaring at Qin Fei. “Have you eaten enough? If so, leave!”

Though she tried to control her temper, her icy tone was unmistakable. Only a fool wouldn’t notice her anger.

Qin Fei scratched his head and sighed. “Are you mad? Didn’t you ask me to come?”

“Get out!” Yang Ruoxi’s fury exploded. She grabbed a glass of red wine and poured it over Qin Fei’s face.

Qin Fei froze momentarily, feeling a chill in his heart. 

So, Yang Ruoxi was just another superficial woman who didn’t understand his worth. Fine, she wasn’t really his wife anyway.

With a bitter smile, Qin Fei picked up his bag and prepared to leave.

Before he could take a few steps, an elderly man in traditional Chinese attire approached, exuding an aura of wisdom. “Young man, could I take a look at your bag?”

“No,” Qin Fei replied flatly. His bag contained his treasures—it wasn’t something he would casually share.

“He really does think that trash is valuable,” someone muttered.
“Maybe the old man’s senile. Who’d want to look at garbage?”

The elderly man ignored the murmurs, his gaze fixed on the bag. “Young man, just one look. Please?”

Qin Fei hesitated, then nodded. “Fine, but don’t touch anything.”

The old man examined the contents for several minutes before lifting his head. “Where did you get these?”

“Found them,” Qin Fei said casually.

“I’ll offer 5 million yuan for them. How about it?” the old man asked tentatively.

The room erupted in shock.

“5 million yuan for trash? Has the world gone mad?”
“Maybe the old man’s a lunatic, too—escaped from the same asylum as that guy.”
“Wait, isn’t that old man someone famous? I think I’ve seen him on TV.”

Yang Ruoxi’s anger turned to confusion. She glanced at the old man, finding him vaguely familiar. 

Judging by his demeanor, he was no ordinary person. Could Qin Fei’s “trash” actually be valuable?

As the room buzzed with speculation, Qin Fei said something that left everyone dumbfounded. “Not for sale. This is priceless.”

“Yes, I understand,” the old man said earnestly. “How about this: I don’t buy it, but I borrow it for one use. I’ll pay 5 million yuan and owe you a favor.”

The crowd’s disbelief grew. Borrowing trash for 5 million yuan? 

What on earth was in that bag?

Qin Fei studied the old man, sensing he wasn’t ordinary. Perhaps the favor could be useful. “Fine. You can borrow it once.”

“Thank you!” The old man waved to an attendant, who handed him a check and a business card. 

Writing down a number with a six-sided, blue steel pen, he handed both to Qin Fei. “Call me when you’re ready. I’ll come personally.”

“Alright,” Qin Fei replied, pocketing the card.

The old man, assisted by his attendant, left in a Rolls-Royce.

The room fell silent. 

Some guests whispered, “That pen looks like the one sold at auction last year for 3 million yuan. And that car’s a limited edition. Whatever’s in that bag must be worth a fortune.”

“Well, it’s still just junk compared to diamonds.”
“Maybe it’s a publicity stunt to inflate prices.”

Qin Fei remained calm. The old man’s health issues were apparent, likely the reason he wanted to borrow the cauldron for medicinal purposes.

Returning to the table, Qin Fei picked up a glass of red wine. Yang Ruoxi glanced at him nervously, wondering if he planned to pour it on her in retaliation.