Chapter Twenty-Five: The Villa Has a New Master

After hearing what Chen Yang said, Jiang Tao’s face darkened to the color of an eggplant. Although he was angry inside, the man before him, Mr. Chen, was someone his father had personally warned him never to offend—a person not to be trifled with. Jiang Tao felt a bitterness in his heart and tried to negotiate with Chen Yang, “Mr. Chen, this was my mistake. I promise I won’t come again. Isn’t that enough?”

Han Qin watched the scene unfold, feeling blocked up inside. Her mind was always simple; she never thought deeply about things and didn’t consider why Jiang Tao would suddenly treat Chen Yang with such respect. All she saw was Jiang Tao speaking to Chen Yang in a submissive tone, which left her dissatisfied. She said to Jiang Tao, “Little Jiang, just go home. Don’t listen to his nonsense.”

Jiang Tao replied softly, “Thank you, Aunt Han.” He hurried to leave, wanting to escape this place of trouble, and got into his car.

But Chen Yang stopped him, “Wait.”

Jiang Tao’s expression changed, inwardly wondering what new trouble might arise.

Chen Yang picked up a rock and smashed it onto the hood of Jiang Tao’s Ferrari, then lifted another rock and struck the roof. After Chen Yang’s assault, the car was left misshapen and unrecognizable.

Jiang Tao’s heart ached beyond measure, but he dared not protest, wishing only to leave as quickly as possible.

In truth, Chen Yang’s actions were entirely meant for his mother-in-law, Han Qin. Wasn’t she so fond of Jiang Tao? Then he would destroy Jiang Tao’s car for her to see.

Han Qin and Qin Muxue were both dumbfounded by the spectacle.

Wild—utterly wild.

Qin Muxue suddenly felt a strange unfamiliarity, just as she had before. The Chen Yang before her was nothing like the man she once knew; he had become a stranger.

Facing Han Qin, Chen Yang asked Jiang Tao, “I smashed your car—do you accept it?”

Jiang Tao, with a bitter face, nodded, “I accept.”

“And when I tell you to get lost, do you accept?” Chen Yang pressed.

“I accept, I accept!” Jiang Tao nodded vigorously.

At home, Jiang Tao feared and respected his father, Jiang Yuan, above all. His father had instructed him to obtain Mr. Chen’s forgiveness, and now Jiang Tao only prayed for Chen Yang’s pardon.

“Since you’re so obedient, then get lost,” Chen Yang said.

Jiang Tao quickly drove away.

Once Jiang Tao left, Han Qin was left feeling utterly disgruntled. Jiang Tao’s submission before her to Chen Yang was a slap in her face.

“Useless good-for-nothing!” Han Qin cursed in anger, deeply disappointed in Jiang Tao.

Chen Yang strode up to Han Qin, smiling, “Mom, the man you found to take Muxue from me? He’s far too weak.”

Han Qin shot him a cold look, turned in anger, and went back inside.

Chen Yang then turned to Qin Muxue, smiling, “Wife, did I scare you just now?”

“A little,” Qin Muxue eyed him thoughtfully.

Chen Yang scratched his head and grinned, “That’s how it should be. Honestly, I almost died of anger because of Mom today.”

“Answer me first—why did Jiang Tao suddenly seem so afraid of you?” Qin Muxue asked, looking at him.

Chen Yang smiled, “I caught him by the tail, that’s all.”

“By the tail?” Qin Muxue looked skeptical, not quite believing him.

Chen Yang explained, “President Shen has connections everywhere. If he wants to find dirt on Jiang Tao, it’s a trivial matter.”

“So you asked President Shen for help again?” Qin Muxue asked.

“Yes,” Chen Yang laughed.

He didn’t want to continue discussing the topic—it held no interest for him. He said to Qin Muxue, “Enough about this. Later, talk to Mom and tell her not to do such immoral things again. Otherwise, she’ll only suffer.”

“Mm, I understand.”

Qin Muxue nodded gently.

Although what Chen Yang said about her mother was harsh, Qin Muxue agreed that introducing her to a new suitor during her marriage was inappropriate. She was fair-minded and said nothing more.

Later, the family gathered around the dining table. Chen Yang ate heartily, while Han Qin drank a bowl of porridge and ate nothing else. Chen Yang knew Han Qin was angry about what had happened and felt she had brought it upon herself.

After dinner, Chen Yang went upstairs, took out his phone, and called Han Xiang.

He knew that the person who had orchestrated the introduction of a new suitor for Qin Muxue was her aunt, Han Xiang. Chen Yang wanted to have words with her.

Soon, Han Xiang answered, sounding puzzled, “Chen Yang, why are you calling me?”

Chen Yang said, “In the future, could you mind your own business and stop meddling in my family affairs? Who told you to introduce Muxue to another man? What are you trying to do?”

On the other end, Han Xiang was astonished. She never expected that the timid deliveryman Chen Yang would dare to reprimand her.

Han Xiang, enraged, was about to argue.

But Chen Yang gave her no chance, coldly saying, “Just look after your own family. Stay out of mine, or you’ll get burned.”

With that, Chen Yang hung up and turned off his phone.

Han Xiang was furious, never imagining that she would one day be scolded by Chen Yang. She was indignant and vowed to return to Linhai City on her next break and give Chen Yang a good tongue-lashing.

In the blink of an eye, night passed.

Early the next morning, Chen Yang awoke with a thought: he must secure a house and find an opportunity to move in with Muxue.

He had two reasons. First, his mother-in-law, Han Qin, was not easy to live with. If they continued to live together, friction and bigger conflicts were inevitable. Better to live separately. Second, Chen Yang knew that Qin Muxue had always wanted her own new home. So he might as well seize the chance to give her one.

Thus, around eight in the morning, as soon as Chen Yang arrived at the Huading Company office, he called in Shen Donghua and asked him to arrange for a house in the Imperial Pavilion villa community.

Of course, the payment would not come from the company funds but from his own pocket. A villa in Imperial Pavilion cost only two or three million—such a sum was nothing to Chen Yang. Merely a drizzle.

Soon, Shen Donghua completed all the purchase contracts and procedures for Chen Yang.

Moreover, Imperial Pavilion was developed and operated by Huading Company, so Shen Donghua gave Chen Yang the top villa with the best feng shui in the community—the Number One Heaven villa, worth over four million.

This Number One Heaven villa was the best in Imperial Pavilion, both in feng shui and scenery. Around it were artificial mountains and streams; stepping out the door, one would find a lotus pond, with rockery and bridges—an elegant retreat.

Chen Yang looked at photos of the Number One Heaven villa on Shen Donghua’s phone and was thoroughly satisfied. He paid the full sum—four hundred and fifty thousand—without a second thought. That amount was mere pocket change to him.

At noon, feeling cheerful, Chen Yang went to Imperial Pavilion to see the real scenery around the Number One Heaven villa.

As he walked through the community, unexpectedly, he ran into three girls.

Each was youthful and beautiful, but the one in the middle, dressed in a purple top and light blue jeans, with a slightly baby-faced look, was none other than Qin Yan.

The girls on either side were also members of the Qin family, childhood companions of Qin Muxue.

Qin Yan spotted Chen Yang, and he saw her as well.

Qin Yan stared at him for a while, a cold smile appearing in her eyes.

When they met, everyone stopped. A slender-faced girl laughed, “Isn’t this our great deliveryman, Brother Chen Yang? What are you doing here?”

Chen Yang didn’t hide anything, smiling, “Looking at houses. What about you?”

“What did you say? Say it again?” The slender-faced girl looked at him with disdain.

Chen Yang shook his head, not bothering to reply.

“Chen Yang, aren’t you ashamed?” As he was about to leave, unwilling to waste words on them, Qin Yan suddenly mocked him, “You come here to deliver food, but insist you’re here to look at houses. Isn’t that embarrassing?”

“Exactly, Yan. It’s hilarious. I heard this guy’s been bragging a lot lately, acting a bit crazy,” the slender-faced girl snickered.

The round-faced girl chimed in, “Maybe the pressure of food delivery is too much?”

“Shouldn’t be that stressful,” the slender-faced girl replied, deliberately.

“How could it not be?” Qin Yan seized the chance to ridicule, “Delivery work is the most stressful. Think about it: first, you get tons of orders every day. Second, you can’t be late, or the customers complain. Isn’t that a lot of pressure?”

“Definitely, it’s huge,” the slender-faced girl giggled, covering her mouth.

Chen Yang listened to their ridicule, shook his head helplessly, “Say whatever you like.”

He strode away.

The slender-faced girl wouldn’t let up, laughing, “Shall we follow and see which house our great deliveryman is delivering to?”

The round-faced girl immediately agreed, “Good idea!”

Qin Yan smiled, “We’re free anyway.”

The three girls followed Chen Yang, chatting and laughing, occasionally whispering insults about him.

Chen Yang ignored them.

Soon, he crossed a stone bridge over the lotus pond and arrived at the door of the Number One Heaven villa.

Qin Yan raised her eyebrows and laughed, “Chen Yang, don’t make us laugh. This villa hasn’t been sold—it’s too expensive. Who would buy it? What are you doing here? No one lives here. Are you delivering to the air?”

“Hahaha!”

The other two girls burst out laughing.

Chen Yang’s lips curled in a smile. He took out the keys from his pocket, opened the villa door, and said calmly, “I don’t know what you’re thinking. If I were delivering food, where’s my lunchbox? What would I deliver with?”

“And besides, you said this villa hasn’t been sold, which was true before. But now, it has an owner.”

With that, Chen Yang opened the door to Number One Heaven and walked inside.