Yunhai City, Qin Family’s Yunshan Villa.
The Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled into the parking space. Qiao Yingzi opened the car door, and Qin Ge stepped out unhurriedly.
The morning sunlight streamed down, casting a golden glow over Qin Ge’s already fair and handsome face, as if cloaking him in a sacred light.
Along the path, the gardeners and maids who saw him pass by couldn’t help but admire him with sparkling eyes.
“The young master looks so handsome today!”
“Why didn’t we realize before that the young master is this good-looking?”
“He’s easily ten thousand times more attractive than those movie stars.”
“It’s just such a pity that Madam passed away early. Otherwise, the young master wouldn’t be neglected by the master or bullied by Miss Huanhuan and her brother.”
“Hush, do you want to die?”
An older gardener pulled the younger maid aside, and the chatter came to an abrupt stop.
Qin Ge’s gaze swept past them casually, a cold sneer curling at his lips.
Bullied? Only cowards get bullied.
Right now, he was a man who could rip a tank apart with his bare hands.
“Wait in the car. I’ll be out soon.”
He gave Qiao Yingzi a simple instruction before striding slowly into the dining hall.
Inside, the seating arrangement was clear and hierarchical. Different breakfasts were set at each spot around the long table.
Qin Ge sat elegantly at the head seat, picked up his knife and fork, sliced off a small piece of Wagyu steak, and began chewing slowly.
Soon, footsteps echoed through the vast villa, approaching the dining hall.
Qin Zou—his half-brother—arrived.
In terms of appearance, there wasn’t the slightest resemblance between them.
Seeing Qin Ge sitting in their father’s seat, Qin Zou snapped in fury, “Qin Ge, are you blind? Don’t you know where to sit for breakfast?!”
Dressed sharply in a custom suit, Qin Ge didn’t respond. He didn’t even spare Qin Zou a glance, continuing to elegantly cut his steak and savor it in silence.
Moments later, the remaining three members of the Qin Family arrived.
Qin Huanhuan, Senior Sister of the so-called Child of Destiny, Chen Yuan, frowned the moment she laid eyes on Qin Ge.
Wearing a flax-colored trench coat, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at Qin Ge from above, her tone sharp, “You’re sitting here—where’s Dad supposed to sit then?”
Qin Zou moved to stand beside their father, Qin Hai, pointing toward Qin Ge as he complained, “Dad, look at this guy. He’s completely out of line now.”
“Today he dares take your seat. Tomorrow, he’ll dare fight you for the position of Qin Family patriarch. He’s going too far.”
“Dad, you can’t let him run wild anymore.”
Qin Hai frowned deeply, glaring at Qin Ge as he shouted, “Get up right now!”
Qin Ge lowered his eyes and sneered inwardly.
The original Qin Ge had been a coward. Constantly targeted at home by Qin Zou. His father didn’t love him. His younger siblings didn’t respect him. He wasn’t even worth remembering in their eyes.
Then there was the stepmother, watching like a vulture and whispering poison into ears.
Always bullied, never daring to speak up.
That’s why he blackened after being rejected during a proposal. This Qin Family played a huge role in pushing him to the edge.
He’d been repressed for so long, his psyche was already twisted.
But that was all in the past now.
Qin Ge slowly forked the last piece of steak and placed it into his mouth.
“Qin Ge, it’s one thing if you don’t respect me, but now you won’t even listen to Dad?”
Qin Zou pressed on.
He always worked hard to maintain the image of a filial and well-mannered son in front of their father. Normally, he wouldn’t bully Qin Ge in front of him.
But now Qin Ge was openly ignoring their father. This was courting death!
“Get out!”
Qin Zou stepped forward and grabbed Qin Ge’s suit, trying to yank him up.
It was only then that Qin Ge slowly looked up.
He first glanced at the knife and fork in his hands. Then, he grabbed Qin Zou’s wrist, flipped it over, and slammed it onto the dining table.
Thud!
Qin Ge drove the fork through Qin Zou’s palm, stabbing it deep into the table.
After pinning his hand down, Qin Ge picked up the dining knife and calmly sliced along Qin Zou’s wrist like a butcher dismantling meat.
Bang—
With his palm no longer supporting him, Qin Zou collapsed to the floor.
Staring at the blood gushing from his mutilated arm, it took several seconds for the pain to register.
He clutched his severed arm and let out a soul-tearing scream, “My hand! My hand is gone! Aaaaah!!!”
His howls pierced the eardrums.
Meanwhile, Qin Ge leisurely wiped his hands with a napkin, though not a drop of blood had touched them—he seemed to be wiping away Qin Zou’s stench instead.
Looking up, he flashed a warm smile at the four of them, “Good morning, everyone.”
The well-dressed woman rushed forward to help her bleeding son and shouted outside, “Call an ambulance, quickly!”
Even Qin Hai, who had faced countless business battles, was shaken to the core by this scene. His pupils contracted violently as he roared, “Qin Ge, are you insane?!”
Before he could finish, Qin Huanhuan had already dashed forward.
She was fast, and her trench coat billowed behind her.
She launched a powerful kick straight at Qin Ge’s temple.
Thud!
Qin Ge raised his arm and blocked it.
The impact of bone against bone rang out heavily.
“So hard!”
Qin Huanhuan’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her “useless” brother.
She never imagined that a kick strong enough to flip a car could be blocked by Qin Ge.
“Huanhuan,” Qin Ge grabbed her ankle, shook his head, and said with displeasure, “You greeting me with a kick this early in the morning—I appreciate the enthusiasm, but you’re not wearing leggings. That makes me very unhappy. The women of the Qin Family are not allowed outside without wearing leggings.”
Still holding her ankle, he slammed it onto the huanghuali wood dining table.
Crack—
Along with the table shattering, her entire lower leg snapped from the force.
A comminuted fracture.
Qin Ge flung her aside with a smile, “To keep you from going outside, I had to break your leg.”
“Qin Ge!”
“You’ve gone mad!”
“You’re courting death!”
Seeing both her children crippled in the blink of an eye, the elegant woman—always maintaining a facade of fairness—could no longer contain herself. Her eyes burned with rage as she screamed at Qin Ge.
But Qin Ge silenced her with a single cold glare.
The woman—his so-called stepmother—choked, unable to speak another word.
“When did it become your place, as an outsider, to speak for the Qin Family?”
Qin Ge turned toward Qin Hai and smiled, “Dad, don’t you think I’m right?”
“You’re insane!”
“Completely insane!”
“She’s your mother!”
Qin Hai felt his blood pressure spike. His rage was about to burst from his chest.
Qin Ge shook his head, “She’s just a woman you brought back home.”
Qin Hai pointed at Qin Huanhuan and Qin Zou, “And what about Huanhuan and Xiao Zou? They’re your sister and brother!”
“You sliced off Xiao Zou’s hand and broke Huanhuan’s leg. What the hell are you trying to do?!”
Qin Ge glanced at them, pondered for a moment, then shook his head again, “They’re just bastards you had with another woman. I’m the rightful heir of the Qin Family.”
Qin Hai clenched his fists in fury, “You’re saying I’m an unfit father? If it weren’t for me, your Jiangxue Group would’ve collapsed long ago! You drive a Rolls-Royce. You wear custom suits—all thanks to me!”
Qin Ge let out a slow sigh, “The way I see you has always been in pieces. But now… it’s even worse than I imagined.”
He stared directly at Qin Hai and declared firmly, “The reason I live this lavish life is because of the trust fund my mother left behind. Not because of you, Qin Hai. And definitely not because I’m the so-called son of the Qin Family!”