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That night.
The air was thick with a sense of oppression, like the foreboding before a storm.
The wind howled in his ears, like a mad and frenzied lion.
Qin Xian stood alone on the rooftop, enveloped in silence and solitude.
“Qin Xian, you deserve this…”
The words echoed over and over, as if a gluttonous beast in the darkness was declaring war on him.
His breaths grew heavier, the anger that had just subsided flaring up again, rising uncontrollably.
His fists clenched tightly, desperately resisting the monster that sought to invade his heart's defenses, dominating his thoughts and self-control.
Yet.
There was nothing he could do.
It broke through the door, cutting through all obstacles.
With absolute force, it directly invaded his reason.
It reminded him time and again of how his parents had died.
At that time, he was still in his senior year of high school, surrounded by a group of wealthy friends, indulging in what they called youthful recklessness and brotherhood. For them, the looming college entrance exam and future were merely trifles that could be brushed aside with a few words or some money from their parents.
However, as the college entrance examination approached, the Qin Group's finances seemed to reveal a loophole.
At that time, he thought it was just some minor mistakes that inevitably occur in economics, and he didn't understand or care much about it.
But his grandfather was sensitive and seemed to sense something unusual.
In a hurry, he insisted on sending him abroad to study. At that time, he refused to cooperate; who would want to go alone to the distant United States, especially since he had not yet found the girl who had captured his heart?
Yet his grandfather was undeterred, decisively arranging all the necessary procedures and dragging him onto a plane the day before the exam. With a stern attitude, he said, "Qin Xian, put away that aimless attitude of yours. The men of the Qin Family are not like this. Look at your father, then look at yourself—what a disgrace."
Suddenly remembering that he was still young, his tone softened. "Go abroad to gain some experience, drink in some foreign knowledge, see the outside world, learn more. Don't forget that the future of the Qin Family is still waiting for you."
After saying this, he walked towards the exit without looking back.
Qin Xian watched his grandfather's retreating figure as he walked unsteadily. The wind at the exit was strong, stirring his lungs, and a faint cough echoed ahead.
Though aged, his grandfather stood tall, just like his character and spirit—unyielding and unaging.
That was the spirit of the Qin Family.
In that moment, a surge of determination welled up within him, and he resolutely set off on his journey to America.
In his second year studying in America, Qin Xian completed twelve courses.
Meanwhile, back home, the Qin Family's economy began to experience a slight decline.
The stock market has experienced another limit down after a few days, causing turmoil and complaints among investors.
In the third year, Qin Xian received an email from his friend Teng Chuan in the country, with the subject line reading: "Look what I found on a friend's phone."
Curious, he opened the email.
Inside was a photo.
In the photo, a girl was smiling brightly, her eyes crescent-shaped, sparkling like stars and the sea, clean and transparent.
Her smile brought him a sense of warmth in the lonely and indifferent foreign land.
She was the girl he had fallen in love with at first sight and could not forget for a long time.
He pressed Teng Chuan for more information: Who is she? Where is she? What is her contact information?
The answer he received was unknown.
"I don't know; I just found it on a friend's phone. He can't remember the details either."
Qin Xian felt a bit disappointed and disheartened.
He regretted countless times not having approached her when he first met her.
But at least now he had her photo.
After returning to the country, there was still hope of finding her.
This was a small comfort.
While he was feeling a mix of emotions from gaining and losing, the Qin Family was facing a series of bad news.
The most profitable real estate business under the Qin Family had made headlines multiple times in just a month. There were incidents of construction sites resulting in fatalities, and rumors of supernatural occurrences related to Qin properties were rampant. Even several employees from the Qin Group subtly acknowledged these events on social media.
The situation caused widespread panic.
The Qin Family was not foolish; they quickly realized that there were hidden forces at play, and many unidentified individuals had infiltrated the Qin Group.
Old Qin and Qin Feng, father and son, joined forces to take command.
Gradually, the Qin Family began to recover, and the economy started to function again.
Unfortunately, trouble arose unexpectedly.
The head matriarch of the Qin Family, Shen Xinyi, was abducted during an outing.
For a full 24 hours, there was no news.
Qin Feng was frantic, mobilizing all personnel and utilizing every connection to search for her.
He spent a sleepless night.
Finally, he found her in a dilapidated thatched cottage in the countryside.
However, it was a cold corpse.
Her eyes were still open, a painful expression twisted on her face. Her body was covered in scars, and her snow-white skin was marred with glaring red marks, as if telling the story of the immense suffering she had endured.
Qin Feng collapsed on the spot, kneeling on the ground, crying out in anguish. Hot tears rolled down his face, and his voice was hoarse and torn.
The pain of losing a wife.
However,
the more devastating blow came when someone sent a disc to Qin Feng.
The content of the disc showed a woman with her hands bound, forced to endure humiliation and abuse from one man after another, ultimately struggling to death in agony.
This video lasted only a little over ten minutes, but its impact was explosive.
It was enough to bring a strong man to his knees.
In just one night, he noticed a few strands of white hair appearing at his temples.
Enduring the pain, he held his beloved wife's funeral, feeling as if he had aged ten years, completely devoid of spirit.
Illness struck like a mountain collapsing.
A strong man, who could fall at a moment's notice, lay in bed day after day, his eye sockets growing deeper and darker with each passing day.
Old Qin tried every possible means, both soft and hard, to help him regain his strength.
But a single statement from the doctor completely shattered his hopes.
"Mr. Qin, he has no will to live."
Old Qin's eyes filled with tears.
Finally, after holding on for a week, the time came when a white-haired person sent off a black-haired one.
How tragic.
Old Qin did his best to suppress the news, not wanting the young Qin Xian, who was far away abroad, to know. At this moment, for such an inexperienced young man to return would be like seeking his own death.
However, those behind the scenes would not let go of this opportunity to capture everything in one fell swoop.
A copy of the video that defeated Qin Feng was made and sent across the ocean.
Sure enough, Qin Xian hurriedly arranged for his return to the country.
However, he was interrupted by a phone call from Old Qin.
"Qin Xian, listen to me. No matter how upset or angry you are right now, you are not allowed to come back!"
"What’s the point of coming back now that everything has happened?"
"What you need to do now is to focus on your studies, learn your skills, and build up your resources so that you can stand up to others."
"When the time comes, if you want to come back, I will never stop you."
On the other end of the phone, there was a choked sob, and after a while, the tone turned somewhat pitiful: "I have already lost my son and daughter-in-law; I cannot lose my grandson as well."
At this moment, Qin Xian seemed like a different person.
Gone was the youthful ignorance and impulsiveness.
What emerged from the cocoon was a new him.
The power of a single disc could destroy a person, but it could also make one.
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