Recognized by His Family, the True Young Master Went on a Killing Spree - Chapter 3:

Chapter 3: Old Man, Send the Money

Outside the Qin family residence, Su Nuanyue got into the car and said calmly, “I want all the information on Qin Yang.”

“Yes.”

Du Li responded immediately.

At that moment, Qin Yang, after resting for a while, touched his stomach, feeling a bit hungry.

“Get me something to eat. Nothing fancy—abalone, sea cucumber, and fish maw will do.”

Qin Yang instructed the housekeeper.

However, the housekeeper only gave him a cold glance and completely ignored him.

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow.

Ignoring him?

He didn’t move but instead shouted, “Where are the bodyguards? Get in here.”

Immediately, several bodyguards rushed in.

“She refuses to follow my orders. Beat her.”

At this moment, Qin Yang looked exactly like a typical tyrant.

The bodyguards glanced at each other, hesitant to act.

The housekeeper sneered and said disdainfully, “Country bumpkin, really think you’re a city person now?”

Qin Yang sneered and said, “If you don’t beat her, I’ll beat you instead. Once you’re crippled, let’s see if the Qin family still wants you.”

The bodyguards were startled. They had no doubt Qin Yang would follow through.

He dared to lay hands on the Qin family’s masters, let alone them.

Thinking of this, the bodyguards surrounded the housekeeper and began beating her.

The housekeeper, in her forties, had worked for the Qin family for many years and usually enjoyed the bodyguards’ respect.

But now, being beaten by a group, she was stunned.

“You lackeys dare to hit me? I’ll tell the master and have you all fired!”

Originally, the bodyguards had been holding back, but hearing her threat, they immediately struck harder, their blows doubling in force.

The housekeeper quickly fainted.

Only then did the bodyguards stop and look at Qin Yang, waiting for his next command.

“Good. Now, take out your phones and add me on WeChat.”

Qin Yang said.

They quickly pulled out their phones and added him.

Soon, they each received a transfer from Qin Yang—fifty thousand yuan each, equivalent to a month’s salary.

Their eyes lit up, and they looked at Qin Yang with newfound respect.

These days, nothing speaks louder than money.

“Listen to me, and you won’t suffer. I’m not lacking in anything but money,” Qin Yang said.

“Thank you, Young Master. From now on, we’ll follow you to the death,” the bodyguards said excitedly.

Qin Yang waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

The bodyguards departed, hearts pounding with excitement.

They no longer worried about losing their jobs. Following the real young master was better than serving the Qin family.

Just from this single reward, they could tell the difference. The Qin family might be wealthy, but they were notoriously stingy with their employees.

“I’m hungry. In half an hour, I want a full table of dishes ready. Otherwise, you’ll end up like her.”

Qin Yang pointed at the unconscious housekeeper.

The maids shuddered and those responsible for cooking rushed into the kitchen.

They now understood that although this true young master had just returned and wasn’t favored, he was a real devil.

He didn’t even show respect to the Patriarch and Madam, sending them to the hospital on his first day back. It was better to be obedient.

Otherwise, they would end up like the housekeeper, still lying unconscious.

Soon, dish after dish was served—abalone, sea cucumber, fish maw—everything was included.

Qin Yang ate heartily.

Back at the Daoist temple, he never had such luxuries.

Though the temple was wealthy—extremely wealthy—thanks to the medical skills he and his master used to treat people, amassing a terrifying fortune.

Moreover, they invested wisely, and the exact scope of the temple’s assets was unknown.

In White Cloud Temple, only Qin Yang and his master had the authority to use the money freely.

As Qin Yang was enjoying his meal, Qin Weiye and his family returned.

Seeing the lavish spread on the table, they were stunned.

“What’s going on? Who let you cook for him? And such expensive food?”

Qin Weiye shouted.

“This little bastard isn’t worthy of such good food. Leftovers are too good for him,” Jiang Wanrou said angrily.

Qin Li, however, stopped them and said, “Dad, Mom, don’t be angry. Brother probably never had good food in the countryside, so he’s indulging a bit. Don’t blame him.”

Qin Weiye sneered, “As expected of a country bumpkin. You’re not even worth one of Qin Li’s toes.”

Qin Yang looked up, glanced at Qin Weiye, and suddenly flipped the table.

Soup and dishes splashed all over the floor.

Startled, Qin Xue and the others stepped back, though some soup still splashed onto them.

“If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute. If you insist on being mouthy and ruining the day, I don’t mind playing along,” Qin Yang said coldly.

He elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin and casually tossed it onto Qin Li’s face.

The move made Qin Weiye and the others furious.

“Since I’m back, all my expenses should be covered by the Qin family. I don’t ask for much—three million a month. Not a cent less,” Qin Yang said flatly.

“You’re shameless. Why should I give you money?” Qin Weiye said through gritted teeth.

Three million was not unaffordable, but it was infuriating.

“Don’t think I don’t know. Your housekeeper told me Qin Li’s monthly allowance is one million. As the true young master of the Qin family, I naturally deserve more.”

The housekeeper, just regaining consciousness, almost fainted again upon hearing this. When had she ever said such a thing?

“Of course, you can refuse. I’ll leave right now. Let your non-blood-related son marry into the Su family instead,” Qin Yang said with a grin.

“You think you can just leave?” Qin Weiye said coldly.

“You think anyone can stop me, old man?” Qin Yang said leisurely.

Qin Weiye’s eyes burned with rage.

This unfilial bastard was utterly lawless.

However, glancing at the shattered marble floor, Qin Weiye’s heart faltered.

“Dad, I don’t want to marry that woman. I don’t want to become a live-in son-in-law. Please agree to Brother’s request,” Qin Li said nervously.

Marrying a crippled and disfigured woman was worse than death.

Initially, it was her status in the Su family that attracted them, but now, with her injuries and ruined appearance, inheriting the Su family’s fortune wasn’t going to be easy.

If Qin Li married in, he’d end up with nothing. He naturally didn’t want that.

But the marriage contract couldn’t be broken. Qin Yang had to go.

Qin Weiye’s face darkened, and after a long while, he finally said, “Fine, I agree.”

“Old man, transfer the money now. My bank account number is ***********,” Qin Yang said immediately.

“I already agreed. You think I’d go back on my word?” Qin Weiye said, gritting his teeth.

Qin Yang grinned and said, “You never know. White Cloud Temple is only a dozen kilometers from here. In twenty years, you never came to find me. But when you needed someone to replace your non-blood-related son in marriage, you suddenly found me. I don’t have much faith in your integrity.”

Qin Weiye and the others looked embarrassed.

“Enough. Old man, are you transferring the money or not? If not, I’ll leave now,” Qin Yang urged.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Weiye said coldly, “I’ll transfer it now.”

Soon, three million yuan was deposited.

“There’s a banquet tonight. You must attend and be introduced to everyone, but not as the true young master—only as an adopted son. I don’t want your presence damaging Qin Li’s reputation,” Jiang Wanrou said.

“I’ll definitely attend the banquet,” Qin Yang said cheerfully.

“Good that you understand.”

Qin Weiye’s expression slightly eased.

He sneered inwardly.

Once Qin Yang married into the Su family, with his temper and Su Nuanyue’s violent personality post-accident, she would surely torment him.

By then, he could sit back and enjoy the show.

Thinking of this, Qin Weiye’s eyes flashed with satisfaction.