The School Beauty’s Super Rogue
Chapter 325: 323: Qin Langya Takes Action

Chapter 325: Chapter 323: Qin Langya Takes Action

The duel that Song Changqing mentioned naturally refers to the one at Moon Lake’s lakeside, under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers that day. After all, the Xiao Family’s master couldn’t even withstand a single round against Qin Langya. Such overwhelming strength greatly challenged Song Changqing’s understanding.

Therefore, Song Changqing was almost certain at this moment that with such immense power, Qin Langya must have held back during the duel, which is why Qin Hao found it so easy.

However, upon hearing this, Qin Langya smiled knowingly.

He turned back to glance at Qin Hao once more and then said, “Song Changqing, you’re wrong. You have no idea how powerful my grandson, Qin Hao, truly is, nor do you know how severely injured he is right now!”

“If today he still had one-tenth of his strength, none of you would even have the right to stand here and speak.”

As Qin Langya spoke, his expression was filled with undeniable pride.

Once, he was wrong. But now, he will absolutely not be wrong again.

Qin Hao is not the shame of the Qin Family but the greatest pride of the Qin Family!!

Upon hearing this, Song Changqing’s face turned exceedingly sullen, yet he was helpless.

The strongest master sent by the Xiao Family to assist was instantly defeated by Qin Langya. As for the remaining people, they were only good for boosting morale and padding the numbers. If it came to a real fight, they would be toothless against this elite force of the Qin Family.

Helpless, Song Changqing knew he could only throw out a few more harsh words before retreating with his men.

Seeing the crisis at hand resolved, Qin Hao breathed a long sigh of relief. At this moment, Qin Langya also turned his head, and the grandfather and grandson locked eyes again in private.

Qin Hao opened his mouth, just about to say something, but then his vision went dark, and a dizzy spell came over him again.

His strained nerves could no longer hold, and he fainted.

Qin Langya quickly took a step forward, catching Qin Hao in his arms. Watching his now unconscious grandson, Qin Langya suddenly realized that this seemed to be the closest contact the two had in years.

A strange mixture of sorrow and guilt filled Qin Langya’s heart.

He sighed softly, then murmured to himself:

“All these years, you have suffered. I, your father, and the entire Qin Family owe you an apology!”

After saying this, his expression became resolute once more. He quickly commanded the people behind him, “Arrange enough guards while the others retreat at once!”

With that, an off-road vehicle that had been prepared in advance drove up to the alley. Qin Langya got in with Qin Hao and sped back to the Qin Family.

Meanwhile, at Song Family’s residence, Song Changqing’s study.

Face still grim, Song Changqing rushed back at the first moment after his plan was foiled by Qin Langya. He shut himself in the study and began to write furiously.

The desk was covered with a piece of letter paper, already filled to the brim with writing. In this information age, communication between the Song Family and the Xiao Family still maintained the habit of letter writing.

A handwritten letter from Song Changqing signified solemnity and respect.

After writing, he hurriedly had someone deliver the letter posthaste to the Provincial Government, into the hands of Xiao Yu from the Xiao Family.

Five hours later, Xiao Yu closed the letter with a sullen expression, then shouted loudly towards the door, “Prepare the car, I need to see my father.”

Currently, Xiao Yu’s injuries had improved somewhat; the broken arm and leg injuries had stabilized.

However, Xiao Yu’s good mood was doused by the contents of this letter.

Soon, the car was ready. Xiao Yu left his private vacation villa and went directly to the main residence of the Xiao Family.

This place was an even more luxurious villa area. The main residence of the Xiao Family covered an area of over 5,000 square meters. In this province, where every inch of land was as precious as gold, it was almost unimaginable.

The life savings of ordinary people couldn’t even afford a utility room in the Xiao Family.

Upon entering, Xiao Yu’s personal butler pushed his wheelchair inside to report and then took him to the dining room on the first floor.

In the dining room, two young maids stood quietly to the side, ready to serve at any moment, not daring to take even a deep breath.

They had been well-educated in etiquette from a young age, and their looks and temperament were top-notch. Out in the world, these young women in their early twenties would quickly become admired internet celebrities, queen bees of campuses.

But here, they had been specially trained to serve as dedicated maids for a prestigious family like the Xiao Family.

Sitting at the dining table was a man in a suit. His brows were sharp as swords, his demeanor imposing, his gaze deep.

He was Xiao Jintian, elegantly picking up a wine glass and sipping the red wine within. He glanced at Xiao Yu, then said:

“Xiao Yu, go and get the Sprite next to you.”

Xiao Yu nodded, then used one hand to maneuver his wheelchair, taking quite a while just to cross the spacious dining room and retrieve a can of chilled Sprite from a side fridge, handing it to Xiao Jintian.

Xiao Jintian accepted it, calmly popped the can open with a ‘pop,’ and poured the Sprite, with beads of condensation still clinging to it, into the red wine amid a foamy froth.

If anyone else saw this scene, they would be flabbergasted. However, Xiao Yu just sat quietly across from his father, as if accustomed to it.

After mixing the Sprite, the wine glass, now veiled with a layer of mist due to the cold Sprite poured in, was taken up by Xiao Jintian, who cheerfully drank it all down.

“Ah, refreshing!”

He finished, exhaled a long breath, set down his glass, and leisurely cut a piece of steak on his plate, savoring it as he chewed.

“Europeans spent hundreds of years trying to refine the sugars out of red wine and finally created the purest dry red.”

“But do you know what? I absolutely loathe this taste. Clearly, it’s bitter to the point of being undrinkable, yet in various social settings, we have to pretend as if we’re greatly enjoying it.”

Xiao Jintian swallowed the steak in his mouth, then spoke to Xiao Yu. Hearing this, Xiao Yu nodded quietly and patiently continued to listen.

“Why should there absolutely be no sugar in wine? Of course, those elegant gentlemen would give us a thousand reasons. No matter how far-fetched the reasons are, as long as they’re sitting on their golden mountain, whatever they say, their underlings have to patiently listen and must regard them as law.”

“Delicious is delicious, liking it is liking it. That’s not the hardest part. The hardest part is that you won’t even know whether you truly like it or find it delicious.”

Finished speaking, Xiao Jintian gestured gently, and a young maid stepped forward, removing the plate in front of him. A large, expensive steak had only been cut a small piece and had already cooled.

The steak would be taken to the kitchen, the head chef for today would be dismissed immediately, and the next to take over would ponder whether it should be cooked medium or medium rare next time.

Xiao Yu, listening to Xiao Jintian’s words, felt greatly relieved, as he most despised these strange monologues his father would deliver whenever possible—nonsensical words he could hardly understand.

But in fear of Xiao Jintian’s authority, every time he had to feign great willingness, sincerely listening to every lesson.

After finishing with the plate, Xiao Jintian gently wiped his mouth and said to Xiao Yu, “Speak, what is it?”