Chapter 470: Temporary Patron_1
Chapter 470: Temporary Patron_1
Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Temporary Patron_1
However, Qin Haowen was completely different; he simply didn’t think that much, nor did he even consider that perspective.
As a wastrel heir who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry, if he didn’t have the identity of the second young master of the Qin Family, he would be no better than dog shit.
Consequently, Qin Dongyue had been disappointed a long time ago and didn’t plan to let him participate too much in family matters, so Qin Haowen, waiting here, only knew that important guests were arriving, nothing more.
Therefore, Qin Haowen didn’t take it seriously at all.
If it weren’t for the fact that his second uncle and older brother were both present, he would have probably made his escape long ago.
The scene was silent, and out of sheer boredom, Qin Haowen leaned against a stone lion. He rested his right leg over his left, absentmindedly fiddling and joking in a carefree tone, “Uncle, brother, why don’t we call and ask when they’ll arrive? It’s been almost half an hour. I bet they’ve encountered an accident on the road. I might as well leave first. After all, with you two here, you can receive any guest perfectly well.”
“Just let me go, will you? You don’t know, but these past few days in confinement have been unbearable, even my hormones are protesting. If I don’t get out soon, I might just burst.”
Because of the Blood Bodhi robbery incident, Qin Haowen was grounded at home, silent for many days.
If it weren’t for the important guests visiting, Qin Dongyue probably would’ve continued the house arrest. Unfortunately, Qin Haowen was like mud that couldn’t be shaped. He had no desire to deal with the family matters and only wanted to indulge in wine and pleasure.
“Shut your mouth,” said Qin Haowu with a frown, turning around to scold.
Seeing this, Qin Haowen stopped jabbering out of fear.
Of all the people in the Qin Family, Qin Haowu was the one he feared the most.
The family members always indulged Qin Haowen, pampered him to excess, which led to his arrogant and indulgent character.
But Qin Haowu didn’t pamper him at all. If he found dissent, he would correct it; if he felt Qin Haowen needed discipline, he wouldn’t hesitate to punish him harshly.
And Qin Haowen was helpless against him because not only was the other the eldest son, he was also very outstanding, receiving even more attention than himself. Even if he got beaten up, he had nowhere to voice his grievances.
Seeing that Qin Haowen had quieted down, Qin Haowu warned again, “The guests arriving this time are very important to the family. Stand properly and keep quiet. If you ruin anything, I will not take it lightly.”
The burly man who had driven was the second to get out; his face formidable and hostile, he was not one to be easily approached. Even when seated, his head reached the car roof, and his stomach nearly touched the steering wheel, hinting at his immense build. Close to two meters tall with a stature like a black bear, he exuded a suffocating presence as if one punch from him could send an adult flying, and one kick could kill a ferocious wolf. His wrists were wrapped in leather bands studded with sharp iron spikes, and his fingers were covered with knuckle-dusters, suggesting his martial skills lay in his fists.
Descending from the back seat were two slow-moving, stooped old men with remarkably identical features—a pair of conjoined twins. Judging by their age, they were at least sixty, giving the impression of being all skin and bones and appearing light, yet their eyes twinkled with a sword-like sharpness, radiating with electricity, and exuding a chilling breath.
Despite their sunken cheeks, the temples on either side protruded significantly. With breathing that carried a unique rhythm and a demeanor that scattered majesty in all directions, they did not convey a sense of frail old age; on the contrary, they were vigorous as dragons and fierce as tigers. Both dressed in faded long frock coats, they wore white long hair tied atop their heads and carried their longswords slung across their backs, like old swordsmen from ancient times wandering the world, starkly out of step with the modern era.
Upon seeing the tall woman’s face, Qin Haowen’s eyes gleamed with lustful light, and he felt a heat in his lower belly, quickening his pace as he walked.
The tall woman scanned the surroundings, then her gaze fell on the four men who had come to greet her and she spoke lightly, “Who is Qin Xiyue?”
“I am,” Qin Xiyue responded, his brow creased as he stepped forward.
Accustomed to being high and mighty, he was not used to someone speaking to him with such a tone. But considering the guest was from Yanjing and his older brother had emphasized the need for warm hospitality and no neglect, lest he would have already lost his temper.
Moreover, judging by the interactions, it seemed that among the four, the woman was the most respected.
The tall woman ignored Qin Xiyue’s dissatisfaction, speaking quickly and matter-of-factly, “Firstly, my name is Lei Fei, the hefty one is Bao Yuan, and these two elders are the Qian and Kun Elders.”
She paused, then continued, “Currently, we four will temporarily become patrons of your Qin Family. We are here in Zhonghai to handle a matter, you are aware of that, right?” Her tone was authoritative, brooking no argument, and somewhat commanding.
Qin Xiyue observed the four’s expressions. Bao Yuan gave a barely noticeable nod in acknowledgment, but the Qian and Kun Elders did not even lift an eyelid. Squinting their eyes, they leaned against the car door, completely disregarding the Qin Family members.
Fighting back his anger, Qin Xiyue nodded to show he understood.
Since they were only borrowing the status of patrons to handle matters, there was no need for conflict; he would have to endure this period.
However, Chou Jiukun was not willing to let it slide.
As the Qin Family’s top martial artist, accustomed to lofty treatment, he was used to being addressed as Lord Chou or Mr. Chou.
But the arrival of these four threatened his status significantly, and what was more infuriating was their attitude: looking down from on high as if they were above mere mortals, giving the impression that they viewed the Qin Family as mere ants.
Unable to bear such an insult, boiling with indignation, he decided to assert dominance and reclaim face by teaching the newcomers a lesson.
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