So who wanted to learn martial arts but couldn't afford the fees at the Martial Association had no choice but to settle for training at martial arts schools.
Feiyang Martial Arts School.
Among all the martial arts schools in Lingjin City, Feiyang Martial Arts School was outstanding and quite influential.
As the youngest son of the owner of Feiyang Martial Arts School, Li Fan's abilities weren't exceptional, but his older brothers had long since surpassed the threshold of third-rank Fist Masters. Learning that Li Fan had been humiliated at school, how could they turn a blind eye? Their anger intensified when they found out the perpetrator wasn't a student but an outsider. What kind of person bullies a student at their own school?
Unable to locate Chen Yang, their only choice was to confront Qin Mo.
"They're just a bunch of brats. I can't be bothered with them," Chen Yang said, utterly unconcerned.
Qin Mo's eyes widened. "Didn't you hear what I said? If you don't do sothing, they'll keep harassing ! I can't even study properly anymore."
Hearing talk of a fight, Qin Qiu quickly waved her hands. "Report it to the authorities. Let them deal with it."
"Sis, they haven't actually done anything yet. Do you think reporting them will work? Besides, they're from Feiyang Martial Arts School. They have powerful connections!" Qin Mo complained in frustration.
"Fighting is out of the question," Qin Qiu stated firmly.
"Then what am I supposed to do? Just let them keep harassing ? Should I just stop studying?" Qin Mo grew increasingly agitated. Is this really my own sister?
Qin Qiu was about to say more when Chen Yang calmly interjected, "Xiaomo is right. We can't let this affect her studies. Besides, solving a problem doesn't necessarily require a fight."
He added, "After all, we're all civilized people!"
Hearing this, both Qin Qiu and Qin Mo couldn't help but roll their eyes. A violent thug who resorts to his fists at the slightest disagreent has the gall to call himself civilized? Have so sha!
Qin Qiu earnestly cautioned, "Absolutely no fighting. Feiyang Martial Arts School has massive influence; they're not people we can afford to provoke."
"Don't worry, darling," Chen Yang assured her, thumping his chest.
Because of the incident with Luo Sulan and Qin Song, the al was anything but enjoyable, and it ended after only a few brief exchanges.
「anwhile.」
Kangju Grand Hotel.
Qin Song, whose mouth had just been stitched and bandaged, held a bowl of porridge. After several attempts to eat, he couldn't open his mouth without a pain that seed to penetrate his very bones.
BANG!
In a fit of rage, he slamd the bowl onto the ground. He wanted to scream in fury, but the movent tugged at the corners of his mouth, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
"Hmph!" A middle-aged man beside him snorted heavily. "That damned piece of trash. I'll rember this!"
His na was Fei Baofang, Qin Song's biological father. He blad Chen Yang for his son's torn mouth, since Zheng Xiaoman was not soone he could afford to provoke.
"Dad, I want him dead!" Qin Song said, clutching his cheek as he forced the words out between clenched teeth.
Fei Baofang spoke somberly, "Rest assured, I'll handle this for you."
He continued, "Your task now is to ingratiate yourself with Luo Sulan, get your hands into the core of the Qin Corporation, and then find a chance to kick out the entire Qin Family!"
Fei Baofang lit a cigarette, his eyes squinting into slits. "I've already secured a ten-million-yuan deal for you. Combine that with the grand display you're putting on tomorrow by sweeping Qin Donglai's tomb, and they'll have no choice but to see you in a new light. As for Qin Qiu, I'll also employ so tactics to make everyone believe a woman can't bear the burden of leading the Qin Corporation. Then you can take over smoothly!"
"Haha!" Qin Song laughed wickedly. "Dad, you really are an old fox!"
Fei Baofang waved his hand, smiling. "The way you say that, it sounds like an insult."
"It's a complint!"
"Haha..."
Amid their laughter, the two n descended into a feverish fantasy. How much would a pharmaceutical conglorate capable of producing anti-cancer drugs be worth?
「The next day.」
Early in the morning, Anwu Cetery was already crowded.
The Qin Family, dressed in black and holding flowers and offerings, arrived at Qin Donglai's gravesite. They were stunned to find that the once-unremarkable tombstone had been replaced with an imposing slab of granite. It was flanked by two stone lions, making it look solemn and majestic. Behind it, an ancient-style pavilion had been built from granite, exquisitely carved with dragons and phoenixes. It was unspeakably lavish and grand.
If not for the na on the tombstone and the embedded porcelain portrait being correct, they would have thought they were in the wrong place. This renovation, occupying the space of three grave plots, was so extravagant it left people speechless.
"I'm not late, am I?" Qin Song approached, dressed in black and wearing a face mask, carrying two bottles of wine.
"We just arrived, too!" Luo Sulan pulled Qin Song over. "You did this, didn't you?"
Qin Song nodded. "I had workers rush it overnight. I couldn't return for my foster father's funeral, so this is the only way I can repay his kindness now." His tone was mournful, his face filled with self-reproach.
Luo Sulan patted his shoulder. "I knew it was you. Only you would be so filial." Her words were pointed, a clear jab at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang scoffed. "Soone who didn't even attend his own father's funeral has the nerve to talk about being filial?"
"You shut your mouth! Who gave you the right to speak? Are you just jealous that Qin Song did better than you, so you're standing here whining with sour grapes?" Luo Sulan scolded. When she saw the faint bloodstains on Qin Song's mask, her heart ached, and her anger soared. What sins did I commit in a past life to be burdened with such a jinx who does nothing but cause trouble?
"Am I not speaking the truth? At the very least, I didn't miss my father's funeral, and I helped carry his coffin," Chen Yang sneered. "No matter how much good you do afterward, it can't compare to a single kneel before the morial shrine."
"Enough! Both of you, stop it! What a disgrace, arguing here of all places!" Qin Qiu interjected coldly, her face stern.
Luo Sulan turned her head away and fell silent.
At the sa ti, the surrounding crowd began to murmur.
"Tsk, look how luxurious and imposing that tomb is!"
"The Qin Family is lucky to have such a wealthy and filial son. I'm so envious."
"I heard he's an adopted son, even!"
Listening to these comnts, Qin Song's eyebrows rose, and a hint of smugness touched his face. Luo Sulan was even more overjoyed. The resentnt in her heart vanished, and the more she looked at Qin Song, the more pleased she was.
Just then, an elderly man in a black brocade suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, approached with a young man at his side.
Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn to them.
It was the Qi Family Patriarch, Qi Zhentian!
Why is a top figure like him here?
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