The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 207 - 203: Innumerable Crimes!_2

After another long speech, Qin Jie stood up and motioned to Qin Moran.

"Dad, I, I, I—!" Stammering, Qin Moran wore a look of struggle.

"Third Brother, what do you mean? At this point, are you the only good person in the Qin family, and the rest of us are worthless?" Qin Jun slammed the table and roared angrily.

"Not at all. I’m just stating what I know and believe to be a fact. If you agree, fine. If not, just assume I’m full of hot air! It’s that simple!" Qin Jie said with a shrug.

"Third Brother, isn’t that a bit too much!" Anger was written all over his face as Qin Jiang spoke, his expression grim.

"Moran, come here. Walk with me! Let them do whatever they want!" Shaking his head with a dismissive smile, Qin Jie motioned to Qin Moran again.

"COUGH, COUGH. Moran, go with your dad. This has nothing to do with you anymore," Old Mr. Qin said, covering his mouth as he coughed dryly.

"Grandpa, what about you—?"

"Grandpa will be fine. Don’t worry. Go, go with your dad."

"Alright!" Gritting her teeth, Qin Moran chose to listen to her father.

Just as Qin Jie and Qin Moran were about to leave, Geng Ruixuan shot to her feet. She yelled at her husband, "Jie, I’m coming with you!"

"Forget it. You just sit there and figure out how to deal with this with everyone else. You have a stake in this, too," Qin Jie said, holding up a hand to stop Geng Ruixuan from following, a playful look on his face.

"Dad!" Qin Moran cried out nervously, shocked that her father would treat her mother this way.

"Quiet! Listen to your old man! Let’s go!" Laughing, Qin Jie grabbed Qin Moran’s hand and looked at Old Mr. Qin sitting in the main seat. "Old Man, I’ll be leaving now, heh!"

"Go on!"

At a wave from Old Man Qin, Qin Jie strode out boldly, leading Qin Moran away. His face was filled with a complex, mocking smile.

Walking out of the Qin family mansion, they were cast in the glow of the streetlights. Qin Jie suddenly stopped, let go of Qin Moran’s hand, and rubbed his face, looking utterly desolate.

"Ask whatever you want," he said.

"Dad, do you think what you said in there was appropriate?" Facing her father, Qin Moran didn’t bother with pretense, asking directly with a frown.

"Appropriate or not, it doesn’t matter much. I was just venting; I had to get it off my chest," Qin Jie said with a self-deprecating shake of his head and a bitter smile.

"If that’s the case, then why bother? We all live under the same roof. Everyone is aware of these things, but seeing through something and saying it out loud are two completely different concepts. Once you said those words, you may have created a rift between you and everyone else. Dad, was that really necessary?" Qin Moran asked gravely.

How could her father, with his emotional intelligence, say things at a family meeting that were guaranteed to create a rift between them? She couldn’t understand or figure it out!

"Necessary? Haha, necessary!" In a tone that was part self-mockery and part bitter helplessness, he let out a few crazed laughs. With no intention of answering her question, Qin Jie changed the subject. "Moran, leave Jiangzhou. Leave Lingnan. Go as far away as you can. Even going abroad is fine. Just don’t ever come back!"

"Dad, what do you mean?" Qin Moran exclaimed in shock.

How could her father, who had always hoped she would return to his side, say such a strange thing? Telling her to go as far away as possible? Could this be because of Qin Fan?

"Because of Qin Fan?" Qin Moran blurted out before Qin Jie could respond.

"A month ago, after my repeated and earnest entreaties, a Feng Shui Master who works for an influential figure in Beijing graced Jiangzhou with a visit. I had planned to invite him to the Qin family mansion, but he abruptly refused to enter when he arrived at our doorstep. He left behind a single sentence—’The Qin family’s fortune has run out’—and departed on his own. I haven’t told anyone about this," Qin Jie said, pursing his lips. After some hesitation, he finally revealed this secret.

What? A Feng Shui Master? The Qin family’s fortune has run out?

Hearing this, Qin Moran was stunned. Her eyes widened as she frowned, "Dad, you believe such a thing? You’d determine the Qin family’s future based on a single sentence?"

"The fact that Feng Shui has endured through thousands of years of Huaxia’s history, through all its rises and falls, proves it’s not unfounded. Figures and events like the *Tui Bei Tu*, Zhuge Liang, Liu Bowen, and Lai Buyi all serve as proof of its existence. In modern times, just look at the powerful figures in Four-nine City. Is there a single one who doesn’t hold Feng Shui in the highest regard? Besides, there are countless stories of families who rose and fell because of it!

"When a true Feng Shui Master makes a pronouncement, nine times out of ten, it is not baseless! And right after that expert declared the Qin family’s fortune was spent, Qin Fan burst onto the scene, a completely changed person. I’ve also received some secret information. No. 1 Villa was a gift to him from Ma Yunbin. Lai Zhuge, the grandmaster of the southern school of Feng Shui, treats him with the utmost reverence, calling him ’Master’. Ye Jizu kowtows to him, and even Old Mr. Ye of the Ye Family treats him with immense respect!

"During his transformation, Zhou Yihang, who ungratefully turned his back on Qin Fan’s family, died. His corporation went bankrupt, and his daughter went insane. He Zhenjiang fell from power and was sentenced to life in prison. His son, He Haolin, died under mysterious circumstances. And the Qiao Family from Shanghai, who have close ties with the Lingnan Ye Family, chose to simply let the matter drop after Qiao Xiyuan suffered a fate worse than death.

"Then, Qin Shuai was crippled, and your Second Aunt, Zhou Yun, also met a terrible fate. Do you really think your Second Uncle did nothing? No. That night, he called every single leader in the municipal and provincial departments, but none of them answered. Do you think that was a coincidence? Heh. And another thing, during the investigation into He Haolin’s mysterious death, Qin Fan was a prime suspect. But in the end, a terrified Wen Yuanjie personally escorted him out of the interrogation room!

"When you put all of these things together, what kind of picture does it paint? What does it all mean? Think about it carefully!"

With his hands behind his back, Qin Jie walked slowly under the late-night streetlights, forgoing a car as he laid out all the information he had recently gathered for Qin Moran. His own words seemed to thoroughly shock him.

For a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, the implications of this chain of events were beyond fantastical! Even a heaven-defying prodigy probably couldn’t manage all this!

Although she had previously reviewed Qin Fan’s recent file, hearing it all laid out again by her father in much greater detail, Qin Moran couldn’t help but shudder.

"Dad," she said, "is he... is he really just relying on the Ye Family?"

"Relying on the Ye Family? It seems you haven’t been able to listen to me calmly," Qin Jie said gravely, shaking his head.

"Dad!" Qin Moran’s face instantly flushed.

But before she could continue, Qin Jie interjected, "The Ye Family acts according to his cues. They hold him in the highest esteem!"

Stunned by her father’s wild words, Qin Moran’s eyes sharpened in alarm. A look of horror spread across her face. "How is that possible!"

"It’s the truth!" With his back to Qin Moran, Qin Jie raised his index finger.

"But on what basis? He’s so young! Dad, you know how huge and powerful the Ye Family is... How is this possible!" Qin Moran stammered, trembling.

"Heaven knows!" Qin Jie laughed with bitter self-deprecation, stopping in his tracks to look up at the night sky.

"Assuming the worst... if we accept that’s true, then in your opinion, Dad, how will Qin Fan take revenge on the Qin family?" Qin Moran asked again, her face pale and her voice surging with panic.

"Heaven knows."