Chapter Nineteen: Move Out Immediately

The four titans stood with hands respectfully at their sides, not daring to move, yet every word was heard clearly by them. For a moment, all four were consumed by fury. These reckless ants actually dared to insult the War Emperor? Were they not afraid of their entire family being executed?

Jiang Qin, aside from anger, was filled with confusion. How could things turn out like this? And what about my villa...?

Amidst the stunned gazes, Old Master Chu suddenly struck his cane to the floor in anguish and roared, "Enough, enough! Stop arguing! Are you not ashamed enough already? Now that the truth is clear, let today’s matter end here. Second son, when you return, discipline your precious daughter and son-in-law well. To think he would commit such an act of impersonation—does he even count as a human? Fortunately, the four honored guests are generous, and because of Ling Zheng's reputation, he survived. Otherwise, he’d be dead."

Ling Zheng straightened his suit. "Let it be. With my status, would I bother arguing with a worthless person? Let him get out of here quickly. No need for kowtowing—I am magnanimous."

"Grandfather, I repeat, you cannot blame Ling Feng for this. Everything was just Aunt’s speculation. No one saw Ling Feng deliberately impersonate anyone."

The four, I know you are powerful and esteemed. For someone like me to speak to you is to risk my life. But please, speak with conscience—my husband, Ling Feng, is he really so despicable as to impersonate Mr. Ling before you? If that is truly the case, I will answer to the family and apologize to everyone. But if not, I hope you, as great men, will grant him a clean name," Chu Biyue said, her eyes reddened.

"No, no, you overstate things," Sun the Lame replied, ashamed.

"A heroine among women."

"I... am deeply impressed."

"No, I dare not accept such praise..."

The four titans were deeply moved by Chu Biyue’s words. Their hearts were full of admiration. Who would have thought that their master would lower himself so much for the Ba Tian Plan of Nine Streets?

They felt that having such a profound and mysterious master in their lifetime was worth dying a thousand times. And to have such a wise and responsible mistress—what luck!

"I, Jiang Qin, can attest that this young man did not impersonate anyone. It was merely our own blindness."

"My eyesight wasn’t good today," Huo Du licked his lips.

"I forgot my contact lenses—what a coincidence, haha," Sun the Lame added.

Chen Black-and-White snapped, "Impersonate? He’s my own driver, how could he impersonate someone else? Do you take me for a blind man? I warn you, if any of you dare bully my driver again, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Jiang, Sun, Huo, are you not leaving? Waiting for someone to invite you to dinner? How can anyone eat after all this?"

"Wait!" At that moment, Huo Du strode up to Old Master Chu and said, "Old man, return our things. We gave them to the wrong person."

What? Return them? Gifts once given can be taken back?

That can’t be right—they didn’t give them to the wrong person.

Old Master Chu was reluctant to let nearly a hundred million in gifts go, and was momentarily stunned, his throat grumbling, "But, gentlemen, hasn’t the matter been clarified? You didn’t give them to the wrong person—the real Mr. Ling has been identified. Besides, I will certainly punish this son-in-law. Don’t be angry over such a person. Surely you’re not asking me to kill him right now?"

He looked at Ling Feng and Chu Biyue, then gritted his teeth. Judging by his expression, to keep the gifts, he would not hesitate to destroy Ling Feng if necessary.

To treat our War Emperor as a servant?

With that, the gifts were even less likely to be given to that old bastard.

Huo Du couldn’t even be bothered to address him respectfully anymore.

At this moment, Ma Zheng and Fang Jingmei walked over to support Ling Zheng. "That’s right, Jiang, you didn’t give the gifts to the wrong person. This is the genuine Mr. Ling. The gifts you asked us to deliver, we handed to him. As for the imposter, he couldn’t escape my sharp eyes. That idiot son-in-law even claimed my necklace was fake. I was about to kill his whole family."

"What? Damn!"

"You—you’re saying you gave my BMW and jewelry to that idiot?"

"And you wanted to kill Ling’s family?"

Fang Jingmei and Ma Zheng exchanged glances. "Yes, no need for you to worry about such trivial matters. I’ll make sure that penniless son-in-law suffers endless misery."

Ma Zheng coughed, "Jiang, you were the one who told us to give the gifts to the owner of the villa."

"Owner of the villa! Are you saying this fool is the owner?" Jiang Qin’s mind reeled. He finally began to understand, nearly bursting into tears. Damn, he thought others were suffering losses today, but it turned out he was the greatest fool.

And now it seemed this whole mess stemmed from him. He had set a trap for the War Emperor—how was he supposed to live with that?

Jiang Qin realized that if he hadn’t caused such a colossal misunderstanding, the War Emperor wouldn’t have suffered such humiliation. He had dug his own grave.

"Damn it."

What was worse, his subordinate Fang Jingmei had apparently threatened the War Emperor, saying she would kill his whole family. With the War Emperor’s ruthlessness, who knew what torment awaited her? Jiang Qin was truly doomed.

"Smack!"

"You ruined me, ruined me! I’ll show you what you’ve done to me!" Jiang Qin suddenly slapped Fang Jingmei hard, sending her flying, then stomped fiercely on her face several times, panting, "You all, take this idiotic woman away! I never want to see her again. She wants me dead, so I’ll let her die first. Damn you, you ruined me! Sell her off to the Southeast Region; let whoever wants her, have her. Go!"

"Jiang, you really needn’t be so angry. The necklace must have been that useless fool slandering Director Fang. Mr. Ling can vouch for her."

"Also, I haven’t yet thanked you for sending my father’s villa keys personally. I’ll notify my father." As he spoke, Ling Zheng proudly extended his hand to Jiang Qin.

At such a moment, Ling Zheng, the fool, was still determined to claim he was Mr. Ling, shamelessly coming out to vouch for Fang Jingmei.

Because Fang Jingmei had just vouched for him—it was only fair to return the favor.

Your father!

Who the hell is your father? Which idiot gave you a villa?

No matter how wealthy I am, I wouldn’t be so insane as to give a villa to such a fool.

"Thank you for nothing!" Jiang Qin, fuming, terrified, and ashamed, slapped Ling Zheng’s hand away, his face dark as thunder. "If you dare say another word, I’ll shoot you!"

"This..."

"You move out. You have one hour."

"Jiang, how can you take back what you’ve given? Besides, wasn’t it Zheng’s father, Ling Zhengming, who gave the villa? You have no right to reclaim it," Liu Xiangyun, truly afraid of Jiang Qin, but more afraid of losing the villa, risked death by refusing to return it.

"Half an hour!"

Jiang Qin, baffled and trembling, roared, "Are you all insane? Ling Zhengming—who’s that penniless fool? The villa was given to Mr. Ling by me. What has it got to do with Ling Zhengming? Am I mad, giving things to you paupers? You don’t deserve it!"

Jiang Qin didn’t know Ling Zhengming, nor had he even heard the name. It wasn’t surprising; families like Ling Zhengming’s, third-rate or worse, couldn’t even get in touch with people like Jiang Qin, let alone Chen Ming, Li Ji, or the others.

"Even if you gave it to Mr. Ling, I am Mr. Ling! You didn’t give it to the wrong person; the villa is meant for me," Ling Zheng said, clueless.

At least he now understood—the villa wasn’t given by his father, but by Jiang Qin.

"Ten minutes!"

"Jiang, you didn’t say that when you gave it..." Liu Xiangyun tried to argue.

"Damn it, move out! Move out now! If you don’t clear out in ten minutes, I’ll kill you!" With that, the four titans strode out together.

"No, please..." Old Master Chu was nearly frightened into unconsciousness.

"Old fool, our things—I’ll send someone to collect them soon. If you don’t hand them over, you can wait for death," Huo Du threatened as he left.

Old Master, Sir, Old Grandpa, Old fool—since their arrival, Old Master Chu had been lifted high, then dropped four ranks in succession. The fall was steep.

What was supposed to be a joyful housewarming had instead turned into public humiliation, followed by a forced eviction. The shame was unbearable.

Never in his life had Old Master Chu suffered such disgrace. He nearly couldn’t catch his breath, almost succumbing to a heart attack.

"Ling Zheng, Ling Zheng, think of something! What do we do? The four titans didn’t recognize you. Call your father!"

"Call him? What’s the point? Do you think I, Mr. Ling of Jiangzhou, need this shabby villa? If those four seek death, do you think I’ll stop them? Let’s move as they demand. That way, my father will hate them even more—do you understand?"

At this moment, Ling Zheng regained his composure, his face proud and angry.

He was, after all, the genuine Mr. Ling. What was there to fear? It was the four titans who should be afraid. Did they think that the illustrious Mr. Ling of Jiangzhou would covet their pathetic villa? He had only accepted it to give them face; now, he wouldn’t even grant them that opportunity. When they regret it, it will already be too late.