The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 33:

Qin Fei walked downstairs and saw that Yuan Jiaojiao had already transformed into an obedient and well-mannered girl, chatting warmly with Yang Guoming and Li Meifang. However, she secretly flashed a middle finger at Qin Fei, as if to say, Just you wait.

Qin Fei didn’t take it to heart. After all, she was just a spoiled little girl—what could she possibly do to him?

Yang Guoming, seeing Qin Fei coming down, laughed heartily and said, “Zhenghua, since you’re a health bureau official, today I’ll show you something special.”

Although they were relatives, a bit of competition among family members was normal. Back when Yang Guoming decided to marry Yang Ruoxi to Qin Fei, he had faced a lot of criticism. Many people even thought he was senile for marrying off his beautiful daughter to a so-called “idiot.”

Yuan Zhenghua chuckled and nodded, “Brother-in-law, what good stuff do you have? Don’t tell me you went treasure-hunting again and brought back some counterfeit paintings?”

Everyone in the family knew that Yang Guoming’s biggest hobby was shopping at flea markets. Unfortunately, every time he brought something back, it turned out to be fake, and he had been ridiculed more than once.

“I’ve given that up. Your sister won’t let me do it anymore. What I’m about to show you today is something money can’t buy,” Yang Guoming said proudly as he opened the box and pushed it toward Yuan Zhenghua with a big smile. “Take your time and appreciate it. This thing is rare, something you might not see in ten years.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. High-quality pills were monopolized by elite families. The ones available for purchase were often second-rate and sold at sky-high prices. Ordinary people wouldn’t get to see such an item, not even once in their lifetime.

Yuan Zhenghua let out a surprised “Oh” as he examined the contents of the box. He couldn’t identify what it was, but the rich fragrance alone told him it was something extraordinary.

“Where did you get this?” Yuan Zhenghua asked after a moment of observation, unable to determine its origin.

“Hehe, Xiaofei gave it to me. I heard that today, Lingyu Pavilion auctioned one off for 1.1 billion. Now, can you guess what it is?” Yang Guoming’s face beamed with pride, feeling that Qin Fei had truly brought honor to the family.

“You mean this is a Xisui Pill?” Yuan Zhenghua was astonished. He had heard about Lingyu Pavilion’s new product launch today. Several of his friends had attended and later messaged him on WeChat, expressing regret that they had missed out on the single Xisui Pill auctioned off for 1.1 billion, which was bought by a wealthy lady.

“Exactly, the real deal!” Yang Guoming said smugly.

“Heh, brother-in-law, not to doubt you, but you’re a bureau chief—shouldn’t you think this through more? Does your son-in-law look like someone who could afford a billion-dollar pill? If you had said Elder Wang gifted it to him, it might be believable. But let’s be honest, people like us can’t even get close to Elder Wang, let alone your son-in-law,” Yuan Zhenghua said with a skeptical smile, pushing the pill box back.

Even though the pill smelled impressive, modern counterfeiting technology was advanced—if they could make fake currency, what was stopping them from making a fake pill?

Seeing Yuan Zhenghua’s disbelief, Yang Guoming turned to Qin Fei anxiously. “Xiaofei, explain to your uncle where this pill came from!”

“Uncle, it was indeed a gift from Elder Wang. I didn’t spend a dime. If I had to buy it, I wouldn’t be able to afford it,” Qin Fei said with a calm smile.

“Xiaofei, listen to me,” Yuan Zhenghua said with a frown. “You’re not young anymore. Why don’t you just get a stable job instead of following bad influences? You might fool your father-in-law, but do you think you can fool me? My friends told me that Lingyu Pavilion only sold one pill today, and it’s already been bought. How could Elder Wang have given you another one? Do you think we’re that gullible?”

“Hehe, Uncle Yang, could it be that my brother-in-law bought some candy pills from Pinduoduo and is pretending they’re Xisui Pills? I know him too well. He never even wins when playing games with me. How could Elder Wang possibly give him something so valuable? Unless his brain got slammed in a door?” Yuan Jiaojiao teased, rolling her eyes.

“Exactly. I think Zhenghua is right. You guys should worry about getting him a real job. He’s already an adult, yet he lazes around all day. It’s embarrassing for all of us,” Yuan Zhenghua’s wife chimed in.

In their social circle, it was well known that Yang Guoming had made the “absurd” decision to marry his daughter to an “idiot,” and people often mocked them for it. Seeing Qin Fei trying to pass off a pill as something valuable only made them feel insulted.

Qin Fei didn’t care much and patiently waited for them to finish before saying, “I’ve become Elder Wang’s registered disciple. It’s only natural for him to give me a Xisui Pill as a gift.”

“Hahaha, Elder Wang’s registered disciple? Who do you think you are? Countless young talents in Jiangcheng fought tooth and nail for that spot, and somehow he picked you? What did he like about you—your stupidity?” Yuan Jiaojiao burst into laughter, pointing at Qin Fei mockingly.

Even Yuan Zhenghua sighed, feeling that his nephew-in-law was becoming more and more unreliable. If he wanted to lie, he should at least come up with a believable story. Did he really think becoming Elder Wang’s disciple was so easy?

Seeing the disbelief on their faces, Yang Guoming became anxious and said, “Xiaofei, call Elder Wang and prove yourself!”

“Dad, I can’t call him now. Elder Wang has likely gone to bed,” Qin Fei said, knowing Elder Wang’s daily routine well. It was nearly 8 PM, and he would have turned off his phone by now.

“I’ll call,” Yuan Jiaojiao said confidently. “I know someone who’s actually Elder Wang’s disciple. We’ll find out if my brother-in-law is lying.”

She called a wealthy second-generation heir named Xia Ke, who had spent nearly 30 million just to become Elder Wang’s disciple. The goal was to learn some medical skills and climb the social ladder.

Putting the phone on speaker, she smirked at Qin Fei and asked, “Xia Ke, I have a question for you.”

“What is it, Jiaojiao?” came a young man’s voice from the other end.

“You’re Elder Wang’s registered disciple, right?”

“Of course, everyone in Jiangcheng knows that,” Xia Ke replied proudly.

“Tell me, do you have a junior named Qin Fei?” Yuan Jiaojiao asked, glancing at Qin Fei with a triumphant look.

“Qin Fei? Never heard of him. If there were a new disciple, we’d have held an induction ceremony, and I would have known,” Xia Ke said with certainty.

“Okay, thanks,” Yuan Jiaojiao hung up and sneered. “Brother-in-law, is lying fun for you? Do you think we’re all idiots?”

Yang Guoming’s expression darkened. He had been hospitalized and didn’t know about recent events, but now he looked at Qin Fei with disappointment.

“Dad, actions speak louder than words. Why don’t you try the pill and see for yourself?” Qin Fei suggested.

“Nonsense! You can’t just take unknown pills!” Yuan Zhenghua scolded.

“That’s right! Everything is clear now—do you still believe this liar?” Li Meifang added in frustration.

“Dad, trust me,” Qin Fei said sincerely.

“Alright, I trust you.” Yang Guoming swallowed the pill, and soon, his body felt a refreshing energy flowing through his veins. Moments later, he coughed up a mouthful of black, foul-smelling blood and collapsed onto the sofa.

Yuan Jiaojiao screamed in panic, “You idiot! You’ve killed him! Call an ambulance!”