Chapter 701 - 652: Young Master is Angry! (1)
Qin Fan couldn’t be bothered with He Xinyi’s fate. He knew Ye Jizu’s methods would provide him with the perfect resolution. A mere ant, so insignificant he could barely recall its face, wasn’t worth making a fuss over. He bid farewell to Ye Congjun and the others.
Under the night sky, Qin Fan drove his Bentley back home.
Back at the brightly lit No.1 Villa, Qin Fan walked in with a wide smile, only to find no sign of his parents or Yinuo.
"Dad, Mom, Yinuo!" he called out tentatively.
But there was no response.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
Hasty footsteps sounded from the staircase. Qin Fan turned to look, only to see the housekeeper, Mrs. Wang, hurrying down.
"Young Master!" Mrs. Wang said frantically when she saw him return.
"Mrs. Wang, where are my parents?" Qin Fan asked, not immediately reacting to her panicked state.
"Young Master, the Madam and Miss Jiang went shopping, and Mr. Qin went out to meet someone!" Mrs. Wang replied, flustered.
Shopping and meeting people?
Qin Fan smiled genuinely at her answer and thought no more of it. He nodded and turned to head upstairs.
"Ah—Young Master, are you hungry? I can make you some sweet soup!" Mrs. Wang called out hastily, seeing him head for the stairs.
"There’s no need, I’m not hungry," Qin Fan said with a dismissive wave and a faint smile. "Mrs. Wang, if there’s nothing else, please go get some rest."
"Ah—Young Master, would you like to see the flowers in the manor? I’ve been taking care of them. You can see if they’re to your satisfaction," Mrs. Wang said, rushing to stop him from going upstairs so quickly.
Hmm? At this, Qin Fan sensed something was amiss. He slowly turned to face Mrs. Wang without a word.
Under his direct gaze, she became visibly agitated. A pale panic spread across her weathered, wrinkled face, and her eyes darted about nervously.
"Mrs. Wang, what’s the matter?" Qin Fan asked with a frown, certain that something was wrong.
"N-no, nothing!" Mrs. Wang stammered, her words evasive and her expression panicked.
Nothing? As a monster who had lived for several hundred years, how could he fail to see through such obvious panic? Anyone could tell something was wrong.
He shook his head and chuckled. "Mrs. Wang, you’ve been with our family for several months now. Don’t you know what kind of people we are? Speak up!"
"Young Master, I, I, I—!"
At his words, Mrs. Wang’s panic only grew, and she could only stutter.
Qin Fan didn’t scowl or try to force her. Instead, he simply waited with a faint smile for her answer.
After a moment, Mrs. Wang bit her lip in terror. Her face was a mask of fear as she choked out, "Young Master, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"
As she spoke, her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed.
Qin Fan quickly steadied her. "What are you apologizing for?"
"Young Master, my... my son asked to borrow No.1 Villa for something called a livestream! I-I refused at first, but then he said he would just film the scenery and promised not to make a mess or get anything dirty. He also said he could make a lot of money by streaming from No.1 Villa, and I couldn’t resist his pestering, so I agreed!
"I called him over while you were all out! He’s upstairs right now doing that livestream thing! Young Master, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me, don’t fire me, I know I was wrong! I’ll tell him to leave right now, right this instant!"
Mrs. Wang was on the verge of tears.
Did the Qin family treat her well? Yes, so well that she woke up smiling from her dreams! Her monthly salary was ten thousand yuan for simply tending to the flowers, cooking, and cleaning. She lived in comfort here. Mr. and Mrs. Qin were so down-to-earth and never put on the airs of the wealthy; they had never once raised their voice or scolded her. Living at No.1 Villa with such a high salary made her the envy of countless people!
Yet now she had secretly brought her son into the house behind the family’s back, and Young Master Qin had returned unexpectedly and sensed something was wrong. She couldn’t remain calm.
What if the Qin family fired her for this?
The thought alone made her entire body go weak.
A livestream? Using No.1 Villa for a livestream?
Hearing this, Qin Fan’s brows furrowed. His first emotion was a surge of anger. If this person had malicious intent, the consequences would be unthinkable. Even though it was Mrs. Wang’s son, who could say what his character was really like?
Sensing the chill emanating from Qin Fan, Mrs. Wang’s face turned white as a sheet.
The Young Master is angry! The Young Master is angry! The Young Master is angry!
The words exploded in her mind.
Letting out a long breath, Qin Fan quickly composed himself and suppressed the anger on his face. He smiled and said, "Mrs. Wang, don’t panic! It’s not such a big deal, no need to be like this! Come, sit on the sofa and rest for a bit. I’ll go up and take a look."
With that, before Mrs. Wang could protest, Qin Fan helped her to the sofa.
"Young Master, I—" Her panic had yet to subside.
But before she could finish, Qin Fan interrupted her gently. "Mrs. Wang, listen to me, calm down. It’s alright. Since he’s your son, he isn’t a complete stranger. You just sit here. I’ll go have a look."
Then, Qin Fan turned and headed up the stairs.
Watching his figure disappear from view, Mrs. Wang was filled with anxiety. At this moment, there was nothing she could do but silently pray that her son hadn’t done anything too outrageous.
「On the rooftop of No.1 Villa.」
A young man in his twenties was wearing a headset and holding a smartphone. The phone’s camera was pointed at his face as he spoke into it. "This is it, the legendary No.1 Villa in Jiangzhou! A manor so exclusive even the richest man in the city can only dream of it! It’s not about money, it’s about status! Tsk, tsk, guys, how insane is this?! If you’re blown away, let’s see those gifts fly!"
"Holy crap! Thanks to my man Da Fei for the luxury yacht! Thanks! Alright, everyone, spam those 666s for Da Fei! Da Fei, you’re a legend, an absolute boss!"
"Whoa, Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou’s Crown Graffiti! Thank you, thank you, my girl Xiaoyou! Everybody, if you aren’t following her, go hit that follow button for Xiaoyou right now!"
"What?! There’s more? Oh—no! Xiaoyou, you actually sent a Yacht Graffiti! I’m losing my mind, I’m going nuts! Guys, I’m all fired up, what do I do?! Should I promise you my hand in marriage as repayment? My savior, Xiaoyou! In this cold winter, your Yacht Graffiti has warmed my body and filled my heart! Guys, I’m so touched, I think I’m actually gonna cry!"
"What? A voice chat request? Xiaoyou wants to join me on the call? Alright, everyone, if you want me to accept Xiaoyou’s request, spam the number one in chat!"
"The whole screen is full of ones? You got it! Come on, Xiaoyou, let’s do this!"