Chapter Fifty-Three: Villa Number One

"Yao Xingye, I had no intention of stooping to argue with the likes of you, but since you keep calling me a kept man, why don't you come with me to Villa No.1? I happen to be heading there now." Lin Feng spoke calmly, turned, and prepared to leave for Villa No.1.

At that moment, Yao Qianqian suddenly burst out, her eyes brimming with tears as she cried hysterically, "Lin Feng! Can't you stop this nonsense? Is your pride really that important? Just how childish are you, to go to such lengths time and again for the sake of your so-called dignity?"

"How much longer are you going to drag me down with you?"

Seven years of striving, all her sweat and effort, meant nothing to her grandfather compared to the humiliation Lin Feng brought at the birthday banquet. Yao Qianqian was utterly hopeless, powerless to defy her grandfather, and could only vent all her resentment on Lin Feng.

Why couldn't you just accept being a nobody? Why must you keep propping yourself up with borrowed strength, pretending to be someone you're not?

Clearly, Yao Qianqian wholeheartedly agreed with Yao Xingye's claim that Lin Feng was merely a gigolo for the Tang family's heiress. After all, that's how she had always seen him.

"Heh. Yao Qianqian, if you don't believe me, you can see for yourself. Let's see whether I, Lin Feng, am really what others say I am!"

Lin Feng could not be bothered to explain further. Such people were like frogs at the bottom of a well, their vision limited, yet convinced that the entire world was as small as what they could see.

Shrugging off Yao Qianqian's grip, Lin Feng turned resolutely and left.

The Yao family was full of busybodies, all eager not to miss the moment Lin Feng's boasting would be exposed. Even Old Master Yao intended to go.

And so, one by one, the entire Yao family followed behind Yao Xingye and Lin Feng, heading for Villa No.1 in the Longhua estate, ready to witness the spectacle.

With so many people, whispered discussions quickly broke out, all directed at Lin Feng.

"Our Old Master’s Villa No.69 already cost a hundred and ten million. This No.1 Villa is the most luxurious and best-located in all of Longhua—must be at least three hundred million!"

"Exactly! Lin Feng brags without even thinking. I can't wait to see him get his face slapped when the truth comes out."

"I think Lin Feng has gone mad for attention—he’s willing to do anything just to save face!"

And so on.

Lin Feng paid no heed to the chatter of these nobodies, instead quickening his pace.

After more than ten minutes, the group finally arrived in front of Villa No.1. Parked outside was a luxury Lincoln, which Lin Feng recognized at once as Wang Haiyang’s car. Clearly, Wang Jisheng had already arrived.

He drew out the keys and prepared to open the door.

But as this was his first visit, he wasn’t familiar with the locking mechanism, and so it took him longer than usual. Even this brief delay was enough for Yao Xingye to seize the opportunity for mockery.

He raised his voice deliberately, wanting everyone to witness Lin Feng’s embarrassment, and sneered, "What’s wrong, Lin Feng? Can’t open the door? Without Tang Yunyun, you wouldn’t even know how to get in! Don’t worry, I’ll call property management right now. They’re very professional here—neither thieves nor frauds like you can get away with it!"

He ostentatiously pulled out his phone, intent on calling property management to expose Lin Feng and make him face the consequences.

The Yao family members behind Yao Xingye joined in with jeers and taunts:

"Lin Feng, don’t go breaking their lock—can you afford to pay for it?"

"People should be honest. Faking it to save face just gets you humiliated in the end!"

"Isn’t this the perfect negative example, right here in front of us?"

Some ridiculed maliciously, others feigned to offer moral lessons, but not one believed that Villa No.1 belonged to Lin Feng.

Just as Yao Xingye and the others smirked and mocked Lin Feng, the villa door suddenly opened.

"Master Lin, you’re finally here! My father and I have been waiting for you for quite a while!"

It was Wang Haiyang, who had seen Lin Feng at the door and come out to greet him.

"It’s nothing, I was delayed by some matters. Let’s go in."

"Of course! You wouldn’t believe how lively the auction was today—ten jade talismans sold for a total of two billion! The most sought-after Longevity Talisman alone fetched five hundred million!"

"But Wang Qianhe from Tianhai City drove a hard bargain, demanding all ten talismans in exchange for the millennium sea pearl. My father agreed on his own accord—I hope you won’t mind."

"It’s fine. Talismans can be made again; such a pearl is a once-in-a-century find. You did well; tonight’s profits will be your reward—split it between you and your father."

Lin Feng spoke indifferently, disposing of a profit of two billion as if it were nothing.

Wang Haiyang’s face flushed with excitement. He raised his thumb in admiration, "Master Lin, that’s mighty generous! On behalf of my father, thank you!"

Though Wang Haiyang was a notorious figure in Binhai’s underworld, he had never seen such casual extravagance as Lin Feng’s—tossing away two billion as if it were nothing!

That’s two billion! Enough to fill a truck with gold!

His resolve to cling tightly to Lin Feng only grew stronger.

Lin Feng didn’t want to waste time and was about to go in and set up the Three Pure Spirits Gathering Array.

But Yao Xingye refused to let it go. He stepped forward, blocked Lin Feng, and pointed at Wang Haiyang, "You must be an actor Lin Feng hired! Snuck into Villa No.1 and opened the door for him, pretending he's the owner? I advise you to get out now—when property management arrives, you won't be able to leave!"

He was convinced Wang Haiyang was a hired stooge, playing the part of a rich young man, and turned to Lin Feng with a mocking smile, "Nice act, Lin Feng. Must’ve cost you a pretty penny! Don’t be in a hurry to leave—wait until the property managers get here."

"Master Lin, who is this idiot? Should I—" Wang Haiyang inquired respectfully, careful not to offend what he assumed was one of Lin Feng’s close friends or relatives.

"It’s nothing—just an ignorant ant," Lin Feng replied.

"Ah, I see."

Wang Haiyang, who had always been the one to bully others, wasn’t about to let someone trample on him. Without hesitation, he slapped Yao Xingye hard across the face.

Smack—

"I don’t care who you are. Disrespect Master Lin, and you’re going against me, Wang Haiyang. Believe me, I can crush you in an instant!"

Bullying was second nature to Wang Haiyang, and his aura and actions were not something a pampered brat like Yao Xingye could withstand.

"You…who…who are you…" Yao Xingye’s legs went weak, his haughty demeanor vanished—he was on the verge of begging for mercy.

At that moment, several property management staff in sharp suits approached, intent on restoring order.

Yao Xingye, as if seeing his saviors, rushed over and loudly accused, "It’s them! They sneaked into the villa and are pretending to be the owners. Call the police and arrest them!"

"Pretending to be the owners?"

Hearing this, the property managers frowned and hurried over, ready to reprimand the intruders—only to stop in shock when they recognized Wang Haiyang.

Their legs nearly gave out. Wang Haiyang, the infamous young master of Binhai—who would dare offend him?

"Young Master Wang! We never imagined it would be you—this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

The property staff smiled apologetically, sweat beading on their foreheads as they trod carefully, inwardly cursing Yao Xingye for his reckless accusations.