The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 208 - 204: Heaven Knows!
Just as Qin Jie and Qin Moran were about to leave, Geng Ruixuan shot to her feet. She cried out to her husband, "Jie, I’ll go with you!"
"Just sit down. You should discuss how to handle this with everyone else; you have a part in this too," Qin Jie said, waving her off with a playful shake of his head.
"Dad!" Qin Moran called out anxiously, not expecting her father to react this way toward her mother.
"Be quiet and listen to your father! Let’s go!"
With a laugh, Qin Jie grabbed Qin Moran’s hand and looked at the family patriarch seated at the head of the table. "Patriarch, we’re leaving now!"
"Off you go!"
As the old man waved them off, Qin Jie strode confidently out, pulling Qin Moran along. His face was full of a complex, mocking expression.
After leaving the Qin family mansion, Qin Jie suddenly stopped under a streetlight. He released Qin Moran’s hand and despondently rubbed his face. "Ask whatever you want," he said.
"Dad, do you think what you said was appropriate?" Qin Moran asked her father directly, frowning without any pretense.
"Appropriate or not, it hardly matters. I just needed to vent," Qin Jie said with a bitter, self-mocking laugh, shaking his head.
"If that’s the case, then why bother? We all live under the same roof. While everyone knows these things, seeing through something and saying it aloud are completely different concepts. After you said those words, it may have created a rift between you and everyone else. Dad, was that really necessary?" Qin Moran asked with grave solemnity.
How could her father, with his emotional intelligence, say things that were sure to create rifts in the family during a meeting? This puzzled her, and she couldn’t figure it out!
"Necessary? Hah, necessary!" With a laugh that was at once self-mocking and filled with bitter helplessness, Qin Jie seemed disinclined to answer. Instead, he changed the subject. "Moran, leave Jiangzhou, leave Lingnan. Go as far away as you can. Even going abroad is fine. Just don’t come back."
"Dad, what do you mean?" Qin Moran exclaimed.
Why would her father, who always looked forward to her return, say something so strange? Telling her to go as far away as possible? Was this because of Qin Fan?
"Because of Qin Fan?" Qin Moran blurted out before Qin Jie could respond.
"A month ago, at my persistent request, a reclusive Feng Shui Master who works for a powerful figure in Beijing came to Jiangzhou. I had intended to invite him to the Qin family mansion for a visit, but he refused to enter after arriving at our front door. He left after uttering a single sentence: ’The Qin family’s fortune has run out.’ I haven’t told anyone else about this," Qin Jie said, pursing his lips after some hesitation, finally revealing a situation almost no one knew about.
What? A Feng Shui Master? The Qin family’s fortune has run out?
Qin Moran was stunned by his words. Staring, she frowned and said, "Dad, you believe something like that? You’d determine the future of the Qin family based on one person’s word?"
"The fact that Feng Shui has survived for thousands of years throughout Huaxia’s history of dynasties rising and falling is proof enough that it isn’t baseless. ’The Prophecies,’ Zhuge Liang, Liu Bowen, Lai Buyi—countless people and events have verified the principles of Feng Shui. Even in modern history, the Grand Ancestor’s belief in Feng Shui far exceeded what ordinary people can imagine. It’s not just him; look at the high-ranking officials in Four-nine City today. Which one of them doesn’t hold Feng Shui in the highest regard? There are far too many examples of families that have risen and fallen because of it!
"After the Grand Ancestor, the great southern leader also revered the art of Feng Shui. Do you really think the South-to-North Water Diversion project was solely for strategic development? And then there’s our own Sea Suppression Tower here in Jiangzhou, which has countless untold secrets behind it. So, Moran, while this world is full of charlatans, you can’t paint them all with the same brush!
"When a true Feng Shui Master makes a pronouncement, it is almost never without basis. Right after that expert declared the Qin family’s fortune was exhausted, Qin Fan appeared, a completely different person from before. I’ve also received some classified information: No.1 Villa was a gift to him from Ma Yunbin; Lai Zhuge, the great titan of the Southern School of Feng Shui, treats him with the utmost deference, addressing him as ’Master’; Ye Jizu bows and scrapes before him; even the patriarch of the Ye family is extremely respectful toward him!
"In the time since his transformation, Zhou Yihang, who was ungrateful to their family, is dead, his corporation is bankrupt, and even his daughter has gone insane. He Zhenjiang, Jiangzhou’s top official, was brought down and sentenced to life imprisonment, while his son, He Haolin, died mysteriously. The Qiao Family from Demon City, despite their close ties with the Lingnan Ye Family, took a surprisingly passive stance after Qiao Xiyuan was left in a state worse than death. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
"Then there’s Qin Shuai being crippled, and your Second Aunt, Zhou Yun, suffering a terrible fate. Do you really think your Second Uncle did nothing? No. That night, he called every single leader in the city and provincial police departments, but not one of them answered. Was that a coincidence? Hah! And there’s more. After He Haolin’s mysterious death, Qin Fan was the prime suspect, yet Wen Yuanjie practically bowed 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 clasped behind his back, Qin Jie walked slowly under the late-night streetlights, having decided against driving. He laid out all the information he had recently gathered for Qin Moran, holding nothing back. His own face was a mask of shock from the weight of his words.
A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old kid... The implications of this series of events were beyond what could be described as mere fantasy. Even a heaven-defying prodigy probably couldn’t manage something like this!
Although she had already seen Qin Fan’s recent file, hearing it all laid out again by her father in such detail made Qin Moran’s delicate body tremble uncontrollably.
She stammered, "Dad, is... is he really just relying on the Ye Family?"
"Relying on the Ye Family? It seems you haven’t been listening to me with a clear head," Qin Jie said, shaking his head grimly.
"Dad!" Qin Moran’s pretty face flushed red.
But before she could continue, Qin Jie spoke first. "The Ye Family is taking their cues from him. The Ye Family reveres him!"
SWISH!
Shocked by Qin Jie’s insane words, Qin Moran’s eyes sharpened as a look of horror spread across her face. "How is that possible?!"
"It’s the truth," Qin Jie said, raising his index finger with his back turned to her.
"But how? How old is he? Dad, you know how massive and powerful the Ye Family is... How... how is that possible?" Qin Moran’s voice trembled.
"Heaven knows," Qin Jie said with a bitter, self-mocking laugh, stopping to gaze up at the night sky.
"Assuming that worst-case scenario is true... then in your opinion, Dad, how will Qin Fan take his revenge on the Qin family?" Qin Moran asked again, her face bloodless and her voice thick with panic.
"Heaven knows."
