The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 72 - 71: You’ve been returned, haven’t you?

Chapter 72: Chapter 71: You’ve been returned, haven’t you?

He jumped. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

He really did jump!

He was insane!

Qin Fan had truly gone insane!

Throughout Qi Middle School, aside from a single scream that shook the campus, there was no other sound. Everyone stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"Qin Fan!" a heart-wrenching cry burst from Ji Yuchen’s lips. In that instant, she could no longer control the tears streaming down her face.

Perhaps there wasn’t a deep affection between them, but reflecting on everything they had experienced in the past few days, she had come to treat Qin Fan as a very good friend.

But now, Qin Fan had jumped from the building, pulling Kang Xiaohai down with him.

Is this a final farewell, a separation of life and death?

No!

NO!

Clinging to a final glimmer of hope, she scrambled frantically toward the railing, tears still streaming down her face. She propped herself up with her hands and leaned out.

The tragic scene she had imagined was not there.

When she saw the sight below, she was stunned. Her clear, luminous eyes widened in utter disbelief.

Not only was Qin Fan not dead, but Kang Xiaohai was alive too. The shrubbery in the green area had cushioned their fall.

The moment Ji Yuchen looked down, Qin Fan looked up at her and offered a slight smile, waving a carefree hand. Then he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away with an air of complete nonchalance.

As for Kang Xiaohai, he was utterly petrified. Having lost control of his bladder and bowels, he lay in the bushes with a vacant gaze, his body twitching and trembling uncontrollably. His physical injuries were nothing more than superficial scratches from the branches, but his mind was absolutely shattered.

By now, a crowd of students had rushed to the railing, craning their necks to look down. Seeing the unbelievable scene, they all wore the same stunned expression as Ji Yuchen.

Watching Qin Fan’s receding figure, every student—whether they were the children of officials or the wealthy—felt a bone-chilling dread.

With the cautionary tale of Kang Xiaohai right before their eyes, who would dare provoke such a person? Who would even think of it?

Subconsciously, everyone assumed Qin Fan and Kang Xiaohai had simply been favored by luck. Otherwise, how could they possibly have landed in the bushes? How could they have jumped from the fifth floor and escaped with only minor cuts and bruises?

They were lucky this time, but what about the next? What about the next person Qin Fan decided to pull down with him? Would they also be so lucky?

The mere thought made their souls tremble.

Under the watchful gaze of countless eyes, Qin Fan swaggered out of the school gates, got into his Bentley, and sped toward home.

***

"Xiaofan, why are you back? Didn’t your principal say you were going out of town for a debate competition for a few days?" Wei Shuying asked in surprise, pausing her tidying the moment Qin Fan stepped through the door.

"Ah, that. The other school postponed it. We went, stayed one night, and came right back," Qin Fan lied smoothly, without so much as a blush.

Hmm? Wei Shuying was clearly skeptical. With Qi Middle School’s prestige, how could another school just postpone on them?

"You were sent back, weren’t you?" Wei Shuying couldn’t help but blurt out.

"Of course not! If you don’t believe me, call the principal!" Qin Fan replied instantly, without a second’s thought.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Wei Shuying began to dismiss her suspicions.

Could it really be true? Then again, when she thought about the old Qin Fan, she was content with this change. Whether he was sent back or not, the mere fact that the principal of Qi Middle School had called to praise him was enough to make her proud. She couldn’t ask for more.

"Alright, forget the phone call. Mom just cooked, so go eat while it’s hot," Wei Shuying said with a slight smile, deciding not to dwell on it.

"I’m not hungry yet. Mom, I have something to tell you. Come on, put down what you’re doing and sit here." Walking over to Wei Shuying, Qin Fan put a hand on her shoulder, patted the back of the sofa, and spoke with a serious expression.

Something to discuss?

Seeing his solemn look, Wei Shuying was taken aback. Putting down her mop and untying her apron, she asked, "You didn’t get into trouble, did you?"

"I’m being serious. Come, sit." With that, Qin Fan guided his mother to the sofa.

"What is it? Go on," she said.

"Mom, are you and Dad planning to mortgage the house Grandma left us to get funds to go into real estate?" Qin Fan asked, looking directly into his mother’s eyes.

"How did you know?" Wei Shuying exclaimed instinctively. She and her husband had never mentioned a word of this to him. How could he have known?

Before Qin Fan could reply, she began to explain, "Since you already know, Mom won’t hide it from you. The redevelopment of this urban village is inevitable. Even if we don’t mortgage the house, it will eventually be demolished by the government. As for real estate, yes, it’s true. Back when your dad was still with the Qin family, he made some trustworthy friends in Demon City. They’re willing to give him a hand, but no matter how much help others offer, we still need our own startup capital. So, your dad and I decided the only way was to mortgage the house."

"Mom, will the money from the mortgage be enough?" Qin Fan asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Not even close. But your dad and I plan to start small. We’ll mortgage this old building and try to figure something else out. Maybe we can manage. Oh, why am I telling you all this? Your priority right now is to study hard and get into a good university. Don’t worry about anything else," Wei Shuying said, shaking her head.

"Mom, I have money," Qin Fan said after a pause.

"Stop joking. The little money you have isn’t even enough to buy a few outfits," she chided, playfully smacking his arm. "Alright, that’s enough talk. Mom has to get back to work. Go eat while the food is hot."

She stood up, about to grab her apron again.

But Qin Fan’s next words left her utterly stunned.

"Mom, I’m serious. I have one billion. Not Vietnamese Dong, but RMB. One billion," Qin Fan said, his tone dead serious, without a hint of a joke.

"What did you say? One billion? How is that possible? Where did you get a billion from? What kind of joke is this?" Wei Shuying spun around and plopped back onto the sofa, exclaiming in disbelief.

At this moment, she truly hoped Qin Fan was joking. After all, a sum like one billion... for a student like him, how could it possibly have been obtained through legitimate means? If it was illegal, what would the consequences be? An unbearable anxiety began to grip her.

"It’s real. One billion. And Mom, don’t worry, the money is clean. I won it at the Mountain and Water Manor," Qin Fan said honestly, taking out several top-tier black cards and placing them on the table.

"The Mountain and Water Manor? Ye Jizu’s Mountain and Water Manor?" Wei Shuying’s voice sharpened. "You went there to gamble? And you won a billion?" As she spoke, her face flushed with anger.

Winning a billion at the Mountain and Water Manor was simply impossible! Having spent time in the Qin family, Wei Shuying was all too familiar with the name Ye Jizu. He was a notorious Lingnan tyrant known for devouring people whole. The idea of winning a billion from his manor was pure fantasy. Over the years, she had even heard rumors about corpses floating in the Zhujiang River. If someone really won a billion at the manor, forget taking the money—they wouldn’t leave with their life!

Besides, how could anyone win a billion? A student like Qin Fan, who probably only had a few hundred yuan to his name, what could he possibly have used to win? He had to be lying. Absolutely lying.

Still, looking at the black cards on the table—cards issued only to clients with deposits in the hundreds of millions—Wei Shuying was now convinced that the one billion was real.

But that money had to have come from an illicit source.

"Tell me the truth. Where did you get that money?" A sternness she had never used with him before appeared on Wei Shuying’s face, her eyes filled with endless anxiety and worry.