Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Eccentric Old Han

“So beautiful.” Even the self-assured and striking Liu Molan couldn’t help but sigh softly, “That woman is truly stunning.”

“She’s called Qi Mengwei,” Guo Yang walked up behind them and introduced, “Her looks are indeed extraordinary. How many have lost their minds over her beauty? If I were ten years younger, I’d definitely pursue her.” Standing beside Qin Yang, Guo Yang tried to be a little more reserved, yet anyone with eyes could see that this old rascal, even at his age, wouldn’t let go of such a woman. But, too many men admired Qi Mengwei—there were even high-ranking officials and spoiled sons of wealthy families among them. Guo Yang knew he didn’t stand a chance, so he simply feigned aloofness for once. Besides, the only man to have kissed the beautiful Fang Ze was right next to him, so he kept his mouth tightly shut. “The man beside her is Yang Feng. He’s now the director of Fenghua Technology Group and the chairman of Mengfeng Venture Capital. Regardless of his character, you have to admit his achievements are enough to earn him the title of 'promising young talent.'”

As he spoke, Guo Yang glanced at Qin Yang, intentionally or not.

Fenghua Technology was a company of national and global renown; its telecommunications products were famous worldwide, with its international market spanning over a hundred countries and regions. Fenghua Technology once boasted, “Where there are people, there is Fenghua Technology,” and the company itself was pursuing this grand ambition. The president of Fenghua Technology, Yang Feng’s mother Qian Yafang, was known as the “Telecom Queen of Asia,” the “Empress Dowager of Fenghua.” Yet Yang Feng was no fool either; his Mengfeng Venture Capital was rapidly rising, and some financial magazines even called him the “Buffett of China in the making.” Among the successors to the legendary stockholder Yang Million, the so-called “God of Stocks,” Yang Feng was considered the strongest candidate.

By comparison, Qin Yang’s own achievements were easily overlooked.

Though Qin Lie’s accomplishments were legendary, Qin Yang, the second-generation heir, was notorious for squandering his family’s fortune. If anything distinguished him, it was that he once spent a night embracing Qi Mengwei. Now, many knew that Yang Feng had been cuckolded, but even that was a cause for envy.

“Qin Yang, are you alright?” Liu Molan noticed his troubled expression and asked with concern.

Qin Yang smiled and shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“Are you moved by the beauty?” Liu Molan teased.

Qin Yang rolled his eyes. “You’re beautiful too. If I were to look, I’d look at you.”

“Go on!” Blushing at Qin Yang’s compliment, Liu Molan pushed him lightly. Lu Ran, who had been standing nearby, scratched his head helplessly at the scene—clearly, being close was an advantage. Watching their playful banter, it was obvious their relationship was extraordinary.

“Master Han has arrived.”

“Master Han!”

“Greetings, Master Han.”

While everyone was admiring Qi Mengwei’s beauty, an elevator opened and out stepped an elderly man with an air of ancient wisdom and immortality. He wore a simple white Tang suit, his figure lean and elegant, his bearing dignified, his presence as calm as a deity. Despite his white beard, he radiated the youthful energy of one blessed by age, walking with the stride of a dragon and tiger. Many people stepped aside for him, their faces filled with awe and respect for Master Han.

“Who is he?” Liu Molan asked, surprised. “Why does he command such admiration? I’ve researched all the famous and powerful business figures in China, yet I’ve never seen this man.”

“Why would he attend such a gathering?” Guo Yang whispered, “Miss Liu, you might not know, but he is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, the chief physician of Zhongnanhai. Even national leaders defer to him. He’s aloof and disdainful of commercial events like this. Ever since he retired to Jianghai City, many have tried to visit him, only to be turned away, but no one dares complain. It’s said that even high officials in Beijing have been denied, including some at ministerial level. Yet, if you earn his favor, your political or business career will go smoothly. Several high-ranking officials in Beijing owe their positions to his recommendation, and his medical disciples are everywhere. Whether in politics or business, his protégés are top-notch. But his name wasn’t on the invitation list—why did Master Han show up uninvited tonight?”

“Must be bored,” Qin Yang rolled his eyes.

Guo Yang jumped, quickly warning, “Don’t say such things. If anyone hears, it could be trouble.”

Over there, Master Han had just taken his place when many approached, hoping for a kind word. Most saw his unfriendly expression and retreated, except for a handful of seasoned elders who dared converse with him. Yang Feng, seeing this, patted Qi Mengwei’s hand, smiled, and stepped forward. “Yang Feng, at your service, Master Han.”

“Haha, Brother Han, Yang Feng is a rare talent in Jianghai City,” an old man patted Yang Feng’s shoulder. “Even if you stay at home, you must have heard of his deeds.”

“I’ve heard a little,” Master Han glanced at Yang Feng. “He’s a promising jade, but I wonder if his heart is as solid.”

Yang Feng’s expression changed briefly, then recovered, answering with calm dignity, “Time reveals a man’s heart.”

“Humph,” Master Han snorted.

The elders nearby looked awkward; the old man laughed and said, “Brother Han, you’ve shown up uninvited tonight. Did Liu Yan persuade you to attend? That girl’s words are so sweet, even these old bones couldn’t refuse.”

Master Han was about to speak when a familiar female voice called from the side, “Grandpa Han, what brings you here?”

Everyone looked over to see Liu Yan, dressed in a lotus-colored gown, walking quickly. Qin Yang’s heart stirred—wasn’t this the woman he’d seen at the teahouse earlier? She too was bare-faced and slender, but unlike Qi Mengwei’s white tulip elegance, Liu Yan perfectly blended classical Chinese beauty with modern sensuality. Her skin was so fair it almost seemed transparent, tinged with a faint blush, breathtakingly beautiful.

“Yan’er, come let me take a look at you. You’re getting more beautiful,” Master Han laughed heartily, his demeanor changing instantly.

“She’s my fiancée?” Qin Yang smiled wryly.

Liu Molan felt a twinge of jealousy, pinched him hard enough to make Qin Yang nearly cry out. He shrugged helplessly, “She’s a beauty, after all. I have to take a few more glances.”

“Grandpa Han, didn’t you say you wouldn’t come? I pleaded for three days, and now you show up uninvited?” Liu Yan took Master Han’s arm, puzzled. “Did Uncle Qin invite you?”

“No, no,” Master Han laughed. “I came to see someone—a brat who’s gotten the better of me twice.”

“What?” Everyone was startled. Who could have bested him twice?

“Grandpa Han, let me guess?” Liu Yan pondered. “Is it Yan Xiaofeng? He’s quite clever.”

“No, no,” Master Han shook his head, smiling. “He doesn’t count.”

Liu Yan’s curiosity grew; she guessed several obscure names, all denied by Master Han. Discouraged, she said, “Grandpa Han, why not just tell us?”

“He’s a young man from Jianghai. Though he’s gotten the better of me twice, I still admire him,” Master Han said, unconcerned about his own prestige. “Would you like to meet him?”

“Of course,” Liu Yan nodded.

Master Han laughed, then suddenly moved—like lightning, betraying none of the sluggishness expected of his age. Qin Yang, noticing that the old rascal was coming right at him, recognized the familiar force of the attack. Instinctively, he pulled Liu Molan aside.

Only now did people notice this corner.

“Qin Yang!”

“What’s he doing here?”

Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Liu Yan narrowed her eyes, curiosity flickering in those beautiful irises. Qi Mengwei’s face turned excited and pale, while Yang Feng was utterly shocked—why wasn’t this guy dead?

“Old man, are you looking for trouble?” Qin Yang, previously chatting amiably with Liu Molan, was now clearly annoyed. He feared neither heaven nor earth, pointing at the revered Master Han and cursing loudly, “Damn it, with your white beard, you really think I’m some respectful youth? Go bother someone else. What am I doing here that bothers you?”

“Damn, Qin Yang is always Qin Yang. Even Master Han has to respect him, yet he’s cursing him outright. Qin Yang, you’re done!” someone thought coldly.

Others swallowed nervously—this second-generation heir hadn’t changed his temper.

Even Huang Zequn was exasperated, rubbing his forehead. Hadn’t this guy promised to change after his brush with death? Clearly not tonight!

“Good lad, you really are hot-tempered. No wonder Han Ye ended up humbly begging you. Even I have to admire your skills,” Master Han sneered, folding his hands behind his back. “Qin Yang, isn’t it time you returned my family’s heirloom?”

“What heirloom of yours?” Qin Yang, angered by the old man’s arrogance, fumed. If he hadn’t dodged earlier, he’d be severely injured now. “I hate people who only say half of what they mean. Don’t play mysterious with me. You think you’re Di Renjie? I despise people like you, thinking others care about your petty schemes. Others might flatter you, but I’ll give you nothing.”

“My family tried twice to retrieve the purple-gold box from you, and you injured them both times,” Master Han sneered. “Qin Yang, don’t let me find out your skill is only in your words.”

As everyone watched in tense silence, they suddenly noticed that Qin Yang had changed. He now resembled a grim reaper from hell, murderous aura rising, his jet-black eyes flashing with cold light like stars in the night sky.

“If you mean those two who tried to ambush me and got beaten up, then that’s perfect. I deliberately let them go out of spite. The young ones ran, now the old one comes. That’s fine too.” Qin Yang licked his lips, his eyes icy. “I’ll vent my anger—and also avenge Dongxue.”