The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 32:

Qin Fei peeked through the crack in the door and saw that only Zhang Hua and Yang Ruoxi were inside the hospital room. His father-in-law and mother-in-law had probably gone to visit a neighboring ward; otherwise, Zhang Hua wouldn’t have the audacity to openly pester Yang Ruoxi.

Still up to no good!

Qin Fei clicked his tongue. He had initially wanted to rush in and smash Zhang Hua with a trash can, but he realized that this man was as shameless as a dead pig unafraid of boiling water. Even after being humiliated at Wang Houding’s villa, he still dared to appear before Yang Ruoxi.

Instead of dealing with him directly, Qin Fei thought it might be more interesting to play a different game. He shrugged and walked away, trusting that Yang Ruoxi wouldn’t be swayed by Zhang Hua’s sweet talk, nor was he worried that Zhang Hua would take advantage of her. After all, she was a seasoned criminal investigator; ordinary men were no match for her.

A few minutes later, Qin Fei returned to the ward’s entrance. Zhang Hua was still there, blocking the doorway like a persistent pest, preventing Yang Ruoxi from leaving. He kept pestering her, saying, “Ruoxi, you know this Xisui Pill is worth more than a hundred million. I managed to steal it while Li Meimei was asleep. Just come with me to the Maldives for a week, okay? Just one week, and I’ll give you this pill. I promise to divorce that fat pig. Trust me, with my abilities, making money is effortless. Following me will definitely be better than sticking with that useless husband of yours!”

“Zhang Hua, that’s enough. Don’t you have any shame? Even if your Xisui Pill were some kind of divine elixir, I wouldn’t take it. Besides, my husband is far more capable than you, at least a hundred times better. Now move aside, or I won’t be polite!” Yang Ruoxi’s cold voice came from inside.

“Ruoxi, I really love you. If you ever change your mind, come find me, okay?” Zhang Hua said before pulling open the door and stepping out.

However, instead of the empty hallway he expected, he was greeted by Qin Fei’s smirking face—and another face full of hostility.

Zhang Hua’s heart sank, but before he could react, his wife, Li Meimei, grabbed him by the hair.

SMACK! SMACK! Two loud slaps landed across his face. “Great! You stole my pill and want to divorce me? Fine! I’ll make it happen. We’ll go for a divorce right now. Now that I’ve taken the Xisui Pill and can become young and beautiful again, why would I need a scumbag like you? Oh, and don’t think about staying on as the internal medicine director—wasn’t it my brother who got you that position? You’re just a worthless piece of trash! How dare you run around seducing other women? I’ll beat you to death!”

Under Li Meimei’s furious punches, Zhang Hua cowered like a chick under an eagle’s talons, unable to resist. Soon, his face was bruised and swollen, and she even spat at him twice.

Without hesitation, Li Meimei snatched the Xisui Pill from him, swallowed it, and huffed, “Tomorrow morning, I’ll be waiting for you at the civil affairs bureau!”

Deep down, Li Meimei had long been aware of Zhang Hua’s philandering ways, but she had been too insecure to divorce him due to her weight and appearance. Now that she had the Xisui Pill, she was confident she could transform into a beautiful woman and find a man who truly cared for her.

Afterward, Qin Fei and Yang Ruoxi found Yang Guoming and Li Meifang and left the hospital together, returning to the villa.

“Dad, this is for you.” Qin Fei opened a box, revealing a radiant, smooth Xisui Pill that emitted a faint glow.

“Xiaofei, what’s this?” Yang Guoming examined the pill and was certain it was far superior to the ones Wang Houding had previously given him.

“Hehe, just a Xisui Pill. Dad, take it first. I’ll ask Elder Wang to get you a few more later,” Qin Fei said casually, not considering the pill to be of much value.

To the true elite families, Xisui Pills were like candy. Their younger generations would take them around the age of ten to ensure they developed superior intelligence and physical capabilities—qualities necessary to uphold the family’s prestige.

Yang Guoming, having served as a bureau chief, had been exposed to high society. He once attended an auction hosted by a prominent family where a similar Xisui Pill had sold for ten million.

Now, seeing his son-in-law casually present such a pill, he was both excited and worried. “Xiaofei, how much did you spend on this?”

“It didn’t cost me much. Elder Wang gave it to me,” Qin Fei replied with a smile.

“What exactly is your relationship with Elder Wang? Why is he so good to you?” Li Meifang asked in confusion.

Qin Fei had already prepared an explanation with Wang Houding. They decided to claim that Qin Fei had become Wang Houding’s apprentice, listed under his name as a registered disciple. This would provide a reasonable cover whenever people questioned his sudden connection with such an influential figure.

Hearing this, Yang Guoming felt reassured and beamed with pride. “Xiaofei, you’ve finally made it! Now certain people can stop nagging me all the time!”

“I was only hoping Xiaofei would achieve something and bring glory to our family!” Li Meifang said, now looking at Qin Fei with newfound appreciation, as if he were her own son.

Just then, Yang Ruoxi returned with groceries and announced, “Dad, Mom, look who’s here!”

“Auntie, Uncle Yang!” A cheerful voice came from the door. A young girl dressed in a white T-shirt and denim shorts peeked in, smiling brightly.

Why her?

Qin Fei smiled wryly. Having inherited the original Qin Fei’s memories, he immediately recognized the girl—Yuan Jiaojiao, Yang Ruoxi’s cousin.

In the past, Yuan Jiaojiao had often pranked Qin Fei whenever she visited. Whenever she came over, Qin Yifei would lock himself in his study, too afraid to come out. To him, she was a little devil.

Now, however, Qin Fei saw her as nothing more than a playful, energetic cousin.

Following Yuan Jiaojiao into the house were Yang Ruoxi’s uncle and aunt, who were warmly greeted. After a brief exchange, Yang Guoming handed Qin Fei a gift box and instructed, “Put this in my study.”

“Brother-in-law, I’ll go with you. Your legs aren’t that great; don’t trip!” Yuan Jiaojiao grinned mischievously. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, clearly planning to mess with him again.

“Alright, thanks.” Qin Fei smiled, not minding at all. He thought to himself that the original Qin Yifei had been rather unlucky to be bullied by a girl. But now, things were different—it was his turn to turn the tables.

Upstairs, inside the study, Yuan Jiaojiao shut the door and suggested, “Brother-in-law, let’s play a hand-slapping game like old times!”

“I’d rather not. I’m slow, and I can’t beat you,” Qin Fei shook his head, seeing her as an immature child not worth his effort.

“If you don’t play, I’ll go downstairs and tell my cousin you touched my butt!” she pouted.

“Alright, just a couple of rounds,” Qin Fei agreed, smiling.

They placed their hands together, and as Yuan Jiaojiao prepared to strike, Qin Fei swiftly dodged, making her slap the desk instead.

“Ouch! Why did you dodge?” she whined.

“Isn’t that the game’s rule?” Qin Fei grinned.

“Fine, your turn!” Yuan Jiaojiao braced herself, but Qin Fei moved quickly and slapped her hand before she could react.

“Oww! You idiot, you hit so hard!” she fumed, rubbing her reddened hand.

“Not my fault you didn’t dodge,” Qin Fei shrugged.

“Hmph! I’m done playing. You must have been secretly practicing!” Yuan Jiaojiao huffed and stormed out, already plotting her next prank.