Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 137: Is the Green Phoenix Vine in the Imperial Capital?
"Mr. Huang Sr., Mr. Lin Fan and Miss Yuan are not who they used to be. According to rumors, they’ve already partnered with the Wang and Fang families, along with the other nine major pharmaceutical companies."
At this moment, in the courtyard of the Huang family’s luxurious standalone villa, a tall, thin middle-aged steward stood in the living room. Looking perplexed, he tried to persuade Huang Jiacheng.
"Although they are young, they’ve already achieved extraordinary things. It’s not worth it for our Huang family to have a public falling-out with them."
"Hmph, what do you know? Their visit is just a pretense. They really want that rare Green Phoenix Vine," Huang Jiacheng snorted, his expression grim.
"That old coot, Wang Tianchuan, sold me the Green Phoenix Vine for a sky-high price years ago, and he promised he’d never reveal my identity as the buyer to another soul." As he spoke, the old man grew visibly angrier, downing a large gulp from his teacup. "In any case, my family’s business is completely unrelated to them. Even if we have a falling out, what can they possibly do to me?"
Recalling the scenes from that morning at the International Convention and Exhibition Center, Huang Jiacheng’s face burned with shame, and his heart churned with vexation. At the time, he had been planning to stay neutral and just watch the tigers fight from the mountain. Who would have thought that Wen Zheyang and Iguchi Tama would step forward to openly support Wang Tianchuan, clearly siding with Su Mengqing? After a brief hesitation, he was somehow bewitched and chose their side. The result was that Su Mengqing, that worthless oaf, was utterly crushed by Lin Fan, powerless to fight back! He even staged a drama of being deserted by everyone in front of a crowd of high-society figures! Not only did it leave Wang Tianchuan and the others completely disgraced, but he also lost a great deal of face and was nearly left in an impossible situation. To top it off, that old bastard Yuan Tianguang seized the opportunity to mock him relentlessly!
Now, with Lin Fan and the others at his door, Huang Jiacheng felt a mix of dislike and embarrassment at the thought of facing them.
Back then, he couldn’t even stand to watch the entire new drug launch conference and had to slip away quietly. As a result, when rumors later spread about Lin Fan’s battle with Iguchi Tama and his annihilation of dozens of martial arts experts from the Sakura Country, Huang Jiacheng had dismissed them with scorn.
"This is bad! The guards at the gate have lost their minds—they let Lin Fan’s group through!"
Just then, the middle-aged steward stared at his phone, his face draining of color.
What? Lin Fan and his group broke through?
CRASH!
Huang Jiacheng’s eyes flew open. He violently slammed his teacup onto the floor, shattering it to pieces.
"Quick! Activate the estate’s security system! You must stop them!" The old man was on the verge of a frenzy, grinding his teeth so hard they audibly clicked.
I’d already given them the cold shoulder, yet they still managed to force their way in. If word of this gets out, the Huang family’s prestige will become a laughingstock!
"Mr. Huang Sr., we... we probably can’t stop them!" a lean man in a black suit with a wireless Bluetooth earpiece said as he walked over, his expression pained.
His name was Ah Qiang, and he was the head of the Huang family villa’s security team. Having survived years of life-and-death combat as a mercenary, he was an ultra-powerful soldier king who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. However, even this fierce individual was so intimidated by Lin Fan’s fearsome reputation as the "God of Killing" that he didn’t dare to stand in their way.
"Ah Qiang, what are you talking about? The Huang family spends over a hundred million on security every year, and this is how you repay me?" Seeing this, Huang Jiacheng’s eyes twitched, so furious he felt his nose was crooked.
Damn it! We haven’t even made a move, and you lot, who are usually so unbearably arrogant, have already chickened out?
"Mr. Huang Sr., I have a friend who was on duty at the convention center. He just showed me a video of Lin Fan’s fight with those dozens of martial arts experts from the Sakura Country," Ah Qiang explained, swallowing hard as a look of deep reverence filled his eyes. "With his bare fists, Lin Fan moved through them as if they weren’t even there, unleashing an overwhelming slaughter upon the group from the Sakura Country. He is undoubtedly a peak martial arts expert, the likes of which are rarely seen in this world! Forget about us! Even a squad of a hundred elite soldiers wouldn’t be enough for him to chew on!"
HISS...
At these words, the middle-aged steward stared, utterly dumbfounded. Huang Jiacheng’s expression flickered between pale and grim, and he quietly sucked in a breath of cold air.
That son of a bitch is really that ferocious? If I truly enrage Lin Fan, who in this entire estate could protect my old life?
"...Forget it. After all, we’re all part of the Haicheng Business Community, constantly bumping into each other. It’s not good to completely tear things apart." After a long moment of hesitation, Huang Jiacheng took a deep breath, forcing down his anger and unease. He turned away and, steeling himself, waved his hand, signaling the steward to show them in.
A moment later, with a conflicted expression, the steward led Lin Fan and his two companions into the living room.
"Mr. Huang Sr., my apologies for the unannounced visit," Yuan Youwei said with a smile, greeting Huang Jiacheng, who was seated on the sofa. When she noticed the old man’s sour expression, the curve of her red lips deepened, and her smile widened.
"I know why you’re here. There’s no need for pleasantries," Huang Jiacheng said. He picked up a fresh cup of tea and leisurely blew on the scalding surface, speaking without even looking up. "Director Lin, it’s not that I’m unwilling to part with it, but... my little granddaughter has already consumed that Green Phoenix Vine."
What? It’s already been consumed?
Yuan Youwei’s smile froze. She exchanged a look with Mrs. Xue, both of them clearly skeptical.
"Mr. Huang Sr., I heard you bought that Green Phoenix Vine for feng shui purposes," Lin Fan said, silently frowning as he patiently tried to persuade him. "If you are willing to part with it, I, Lin Fan, may not have much else, but my medical skills are respectable. I will treat members of the Huang family three times."
"I appreciate the offer, but you’re a step too late. The herb has been used, and I don’t have another." Huang Jiacheng took a sip of tea, a flash of vengeful satisfaction in his eyes.
Hmph, so what if you’re the great Lin Fan? I, Huang Jiacheng, the land king of Haicheng, am no pushover. I can send you packing with just a few casual words!
"It’s getting late. I won’t keep you. Lai Fu, see our guests out!"
"You... you...!" Yuan Youwei’s lovely face turned ugly. Just as she was about to speak, Lin Fan raised a hand to stop her.
If the other party refuses to show any respect, there’s no point in forcing it. Staying any longer would just be more humiliating...
Lin Fan’s eyes flickered. He took one last, deep look at the secretly smug Huang Jiacheng, then turned to leave.
"The three of you, this way please," the middle-aged steward known as Lai Fu said, forcing a smile as he gestured toward the door.
After they left the living room, Yuan Youwei caught up to Lin Fan, her beautiful eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. "Are we just leaving like this? What about the poison in your body?"
"We’ll find a way to make Mr. Huang Sr. talk," Lin Fan said, then looked at Yuan Youwei with some surprise. "Why do I feel like you’re more anxious than I am?"
"You... Get away from me! I’m just... I’m worried about your health!" Yuan Youwei’s face flushed red as she gave him an adorable eye-roll.
How could I not be anxious? The situation in Sha Country is about to stabilize, which means that Crown Princess Adele might be back soon. By that time, if I still haven’t managed to get Lin Fan into bed...
Yuan Youwei bit her red lip. Flustered and annoyed, she couldn’t stop herself from giving Lin Fan a light punch.
"Ahem! Miss, where are we heading now?" Mrs. Xue coughed pointedly, indicating that the Huang family’s steward was still following them. She wanted Yuan Youwei to be more mindful of her actions and not flirt so openly with Lin Fan.
Before Yuan Youwei could respond, the middle-aged Huang family steward stepped forward, a hesitant look on his face. "...Mr. Lin, could we talk alone?" he whispered.
Seeing the man’s expression, Lin Fan’s mind stirred. "You two go wait in the car," he told Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue.
After watching the two women walk away with puzzled expressions, the steward led Lin Fan behind a rockery and fountain. He glanced around nervously to make sure they weren’t being watched, then gritted his teeth and continued in a low voice.
"Mr. Lin, in truth, the Green Phoenix Vine is still alive and well. The old master’s granddaughter didn’t consume it! I’m sure of it. The Green Phoenix Vine was taken to the Imperial Capital. It’s planted in the Third Miss’s private chambers!"
