The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 127 - 124: Damn Bitch, Scram!

There’s a song lyric that goes: "What’s the point of cherishing something only after you’ve lost it? Yet, some people refuse to forget, unable to let go of those memories."

Indeed. Qin Fan was that person who refused to forget, who couldn’t let go of that part of his past.

In life, many pursue the philosophy of living as they please, but few can truly achieve it—perhaps none at all. If the Elder of the Heavenly Dao hadn’t taken him away in his past life, if he hadn’t endured five hundred years of trials on the Cangqiong Continent before his rebirth, what would have become of him, even with that second chance? Without a doubt, he would have continued to idle away his life, suffering endless humiliation. Most of the time in this world, fighting back isn’t enough to change one’s destiny; life is often decided by the influence of one’s father, grandfather, and family background. Without powerful connections, what good is effort? Hard work might earn a person a place in ordinary circles, but in the circles Qin Fan experienced? His status as an abandoned son doomed him to never have a day of sweet revenge! It was those five hundred years of cultivation on the Cangqiong Continent that gave him the power to live as he pleased after his rebirth. It was that half-millennium foundation that made even the Ye Family and Zhuge treat him with such reverence.

Qin Fan was arrogant, but he also held a grudge. He never spoke of how unbearably Zhou Yihang and his daughter had treated his family, but that didn’t mean he had forgotten. That ingrate Zhou Yihang had selectively forgotten how he got his start. The ignorant Zhou Xueman had repeatedly hired thugs and even Zhao Yuhao to deal with him. Qin Fan had forgotten none of it. He was just letting the debt accumulate, waiting for the day to settle all scores at once. He just hadn’t expected that day to come so soon.

Let Zhou Yihang go? Let Zhou Xueman go? Let the Zhou Group go?

Is that even possible?

Facing Zhou Yihang’s kowtowing and begging, Qin Fan gave a faint, mocking smile. Before he could speak, Qin Chu couldn’t hold back any longer. Even though Wei Shuying was pulling at him, he blurted out, "Fan, what’s going on here?"

"Dad, didn’t you hear what this ingrate said? Ye Jizu dealt with him, so he came running to me to beg for mercy! Heh..." Qin Fan laughed, then turned to look down at Zhou Yihang. "Mr. Zhou, kowtowing and kneeling to me... don’t you find that laughable and shameless?"

"Mr. Qin, I beg you to show mercy!" Zhou Yihang pleaded in an utterly weathered voice, his head bowed low.

He no longer harbored any hope of reconciling with Qin Fan’s family; all he could wish for was that Qin Fan might feel a flicker of compassion and spare him. A single word from Qin Fan now had the power to determine his entire fate.

"Yihang, get up and speak!" Qin Chu said. No matter what, they had been friends and university classmates for four years. And though Zhou Yihang had acted like a complete ingrate afterward, Qin Chu couldn’t bear to see him like this.

"Dad, let him kneel!" Qin Fan interjected sternly.

His expression cooled as he snorted at Zhou Yihang. "Mr. Zhou," he said with contempt, "do you have any idea what your daughter has done to me behind your back?"

What did she do behind his back?

At these words, Zhou Yihang’s eyes widened, and a sudden surge of panic washed over him.

Qin Chu and Wei Shuying felt their hearts jolt. They knew their son’s character; Qin Fan wasn’t one to make baseless accusations.

What on earth had Zhou Xueman done to him?

"Mr. Qin, please tell me!" Zhou Yihang asked, his heart pounding as he swallowed nervously.

"Why don’t you ask her yourself?" Qin Fan said with a playful smile, shaking his head.

"Xueman, what... what have you done behind my back!" At that moment, Zhou Yihang’s breathing grew ragged. He whipped his head around to face his daughter and barked out the question.

"I... I...!" Panic was written all over her face. Zhou Xueman no longer had any of the arrogance she’d displayed on her last visit. As she met Qin Fan’s flippant, mocking gaze, a flash of desperate resolve crossed her panicked eyes. "I haven’t done anything!"

Hearing this, Qin Fan chuckled and gave a leisurely smile. "Fine. If you haven’t done anything, you haven’t done anything. Now go home. Don’t dirty my floor. Hurry up and get lost!"

Pointing down at Zhou Yihang, Qin Fan ordered them out, his voice devoid of emotion.

Get lost? Hearing Qin Fan’s merciless command, Zhou Yihang felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss. Qin Fan was his last straw. If that hope was gone, all that awaited him was the eternal damnation of the Hell Abyss. How could he possibly bear it?

"Mr. Qin, please, let’s just talk this through. If my daughter has done something wrong, please just point it out, alright?" At this moment, Zhou Yihang wished he could cling to Qin Fan’s leg as he trembled in terror.

"I told you to get lost! Are you incapable of understanding human speech? If you know what’s good for you, you can live freely for another week. If not, do you want to bet that even tomorrow’s sunlight will be darkness to you?"

His voice was ice-cold. If his parents weren’t present, would he have even bothered wasting his breath to drive away such a shameless father-daughter duo with mere words?

Suddenly, Zhou Yihang scrambled forward on his knees. He turned to face Qin Chu, and tears streamed down his face as he began to wail, "Qin Chu! Shuying! Help me! Please, help me, I’m begging you!"

What kind of terrible fate could force the chairman of a top 500 Huaxia company to his knees, weeping and begging like this?

At this moment, not only Qin Chu but even Wei Shuying was a little moved.

Feeling Qin Chu’s gaze on her, Wei Shuying’s lips parted slightly. She looked at her son with a frown and asked, "Fan, can you tell us exactly what happened?"

"Fine," Qin Fan said, licking his lips with a smile. "Since we’re on the subject, there’s no need to hide it anymore." He continued, "The great Miss Zhou hired someone to kill me. Twice. The second time, she even went to Zhao Yuhao. Dad, Mom, considering her rich and willful behavior, do you think there’s any reason to forgive her?"

What!

Wei Shuying’s sympathetic expression instantly vanished, replaced by a towering, unconcealed fury.

The entire living room fell silent at Qin Fan’s words, so quiet that you could almost hear everyone’s racing heartbeat.

Qin Chu glanced at his wife’s explosive expression, then cast one last, cold look at the Zhou father and daughter before silently walking into his room.

"Xueman, is what Mr. Qin said true?" Zhou Yihang, who had nearly collapsed from Qin Fan’s revelation, stopped kneeling. He struggled to his feet and pointed a trembling finger at his daughter, his voice full of terror.

Faced with her father’s terrified and panicked expression, even the ignorant Zhou Xueman knew she could no longer hide the truth. Her voice trembling slightly, she confessed, "Dad, I... I just wanted someone to teach him a lesson! I didn’t expect him to get away that time, and then I was blackmailed for ten million. Later... later, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I went to Zhao Yuhao! I... I only asked them to cripple one of his hands, that’s all! I wasn’t going to do anything worse!"

Only cripple one of his hands? Not do anything worse?

Hearing Zhou Xueman’s words, the wildfire of rage in Wei Shuying’s heart detonated like a nuclear bomb.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, she strode forward. Without holding back, she swung her palm and slapped Zhou Xueman hard across the face, roaring, "You damned bitch, get out!"