I Transmigrated into a Novel as a Villain, and My System Refreshes Randomly - Chapter 52:

Chapter 52: Leng Nan:

Qin Xiao’s heart sank sharply, and a chill instantly surged through his entire body. 

Leng family! 

One of the eight great families of the Imperial Capital, a true force that commanded the military! Leng Nan, the Leng family’s proud daughter, the woman rumored to be as cold as frost, destined to hold military power in the future!

This woman was cold in nature and decisive in action—practically the perfect support for someone like Ye Chen in his so-called “Return of the War God” act. If Ye Chen managed to cling to the Leng family and gain the military’s support, then what else could Qin Xiao possibly play at?

His eyes instantly turned as sharp as blades. 

“Leng family…” he muttered lowly. 

Deep in his mind, fragments of the original Qin Xiao’s blurred memories were forcibly awakened—a flash of a little girl with a high ponytail, wearing a clean mini military uniform, her gaze stubborn yet cool. 

Leng Nan… she seemed to be one of the very few childhood companions he could exchange a few words with, perhaps even… a childhood sweetheart. But as they grew older and moved in different circles, they had long since lost contact.

“So many years… what has she become now?” Qin Xiao murmured to himself, his tone carrying a hint of complexity even he did not notice.

Beside him, Mo Meigui said flatly, “She’s very beautiful, with a cold temperament, like ice. That day when she came, she said nothing, just insisted on finding you. I stopped her, and she attacked immediately—ruthless moves, clearly from the military.”

Qin Xiao’s fingers tapped lightly on the cold metal tabletop as his eyes flickered rapidly. 

Friend or foe? 

Most likely a foe, since Ye Chen had already gotten to her first. But no matter what, he could not allow Ye Chen to so easily secure this crucial connection to the Leng family.

He made a decisive call, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. “Mo Meigui, inform the old house’s butler to prepare a generous gift—something of sufficient weight.”

Half an hour later, a low-key yet bulletproof-grade black sedan cruised steadily toward the heavily guarded Leng family estate, which resembled a military fortress.

As soon as the car rolled to a stop before the grand gates, Qin Xiao’s sharp gaze swept the area like radar and instantly locked onto an inconspicuous corner by the estate’s outer wall. There stood a row of uniform, imposing military vehicles, their green paint gleaming coldly under the sun. Yet squeezed beside them in stark disharmony was… a battered electric scooter with peeling paint and an old plastic crate strapped to the back.

That familiar style, that cheap look completely out of place here—who else could it belong to besides Ye Chen, the Child of Destiny with his inherent air of poverty? Qin Xiao’s lips curved into a cold, mocking smile. Perfect timing.

Casually, he pulled from his pocket a small, finely crafted triangular spike, something he had made during his previous “research.” 

With a seemingly casual flick, the spike cut through the air as if alive, landing with a faint “pfft” directly into the weakest spot of the scooter’s rear tire. A small greeting gift—part of a competent villain’s basic etiquette.

Only after this did Qin Xiao straighten his immaculate collar, his face returning to calm composure with even a touch of warmth in his smile. With the tall, cold-eyed Mo Meigui at his side, he walked toward the Leng family’s massive, ornate iron gates—large enough for a tank to pass through.

…

The moment Qin Xiao stepped into the Leng family’s reception hall, it felt like entering a miniature military command center. The room was full of straight-backed figures radiating solemn authority. 

From the spirited elderly patriarch and matriarch to the sons with glittering epaulettes, the hall shone with military stars—three of them were full generals, while lieutenant generals and major generals made up half the room. The Leng family’s red-blooded heritage was suffocating in its weight.

In the center stood a tall, broad-shouldered man with a hardened face, chatting animatedly with Ye Chen. Their words were peppered with professional terms like “special operations” and “decapitation strike.” 

Qin Xiao recognized him instantly—Leng Nan’s elder brother, Leng Feng, the famed war god in the novel. The Leng family truly was Ye Chen’s perfect battleground.

His visit here was no different from walking into a tiger’s den alone. But at this point, the arrow was already nocked—he had to let it fly.

With his trademark faint smile, utterly unfazed by the scrutinizing, even hostile stares around him, Qin Xiao walked steadily to the center of the room. 

His deep, clear voice cut through the slightly heavy atmosphere. “Well now, what a lively gathering. I heard the Leng family is welcoming a fine son-in-law today. I came uninvited to offer my congratulations—congratulations indeed.”

The words “fine son-in-law” were deliberately emphasized as his gaze, full of hidden meaning, landed on Ye Chen. 

Ye Chen’s previously relaxed expression froze instantly, his face twisting as if he’d swallowed a fly, anger surging within him. He had never expected Qin Xiao to show up here. Hadn’t Mo Meigui confidently claimed that Qin Xiao was gravely injured and bedridden? 

This wretch—he would interrogate her properly later. 

Ye Chen glared at Qin Xiao, his eyes full of venom, wishing he could tear him apart on the spot.

Qin Xiao seemed oblivious to Ye Chen’s burning stare. His gaze moved past the crowd, locking precisely onto a cool, aloof figure in the corner. 

Leng Nan.

She stood there quietly, like a lone cedar in the snow, slightly apart from the lively atmosphere. Her perfectly tailored dark uniform accentuated her tall, slender figure, radiating heroic presence. 

The innate chill in her brows and eyes seemed capable of freezing the air itself. Her features were flawless, yet veiled by a layer of frost that kept all at a distance. The taut muscles in her arms and calves silently declared she was no hothouse flower but a hardened warrior forged through rigorous training.

Qin Xiao inwardly acknowledged her—indeed a true prodigy. Her sharp, valiant bearing was even more striking than the stubborn little girl he remembered.

[Host, this is really bad!] 

Yun Yiyi’s electronic voice carried a sobbing tone. [Leng Nan’s favorability toward Ye Chen has reached 50 points! But toward you… it’s minus 100! Minus 100! That’s not just dislike—that’s the “I wish I could grind your bones to dust” level!]

Qin Xiao’s mouth twitched slightly. 

This result was expected. After all, the original Qin Xiao’s reputation among the Imperial Capital’s nobility was infamously rotten. And as a childhood acquaintance, Leng Nan harboring such extreme negativity toward him was only natural.

But he had already prepared for this.

He walked leisurely to Mo Meigui’s side, signaling her to present the gift she carried. She understood immediately and handed him a beautifully wrapped box with a touch of nostalgic charm.

Taking the box, Qin Xiao turned to Leng Nan with a warm smile and spoke in a calm, sincere tone, “Miss Leng, it’s our first meeting after so many years. Just a small token of regard—I hope you’ll accept it.”