Chapter Twenty: He Wants to Kill Us

"That's right, when Ling Zhen's father finally shows his strength, even if they send us ten more villas, we won't care, even if they kneel to us for a whole day and night, we won't accept it—we'll just watch how they fall," Liu Xiangyun suddenly nodded vigorously, feeling that her son-in-law's backbone and confidence had restored a great deal of their dignity.

Indeed, the relatives and friends of the Chu family secretly admired Ling Zhen's imposing presence once more, reaffirming his extraordinary status in their minds. At the same time, they thought to themselves: the Four Great Magnates may be powerful, but now, having knelt to the wrong person and incurred his wrath, they have offended such a wise and formidable Mr. Ling—surely this will bring endless trouble in the future.

Ling Zhen himself had his own calculations. He mainly didn't want Ling Zhengming to know about this incident, believing that if his father learned he'd bungled things, he'd lose respect in his eyes. That was why he hadn't called.

Whether the Chu family moved was their own matter, but in Jiangzhou, the local overlord, Old Jiang, had already ordered the place cleared in ten minutes. No one else dared to risk it, and as they spoke, the crowd dispersed in panic.

In an instant, the once bustling Chu household was left deserted, the scene strewn with chaos and desolation.

Outside the gates, Jiang Qin felt a pang of loss—his Maybach, his peerless beauty, his grand villa—all gone to waste, and he'd offended Mr. Ling.

No, he thought, I must get them back...

Chu Biyue originally had a BYD, but it was seized by the court's enforcement office, so today they had arrived in Qian Zuwen's Honda business van.

By the time they reached the entrance, many relatives and friends had already fled in their cars.

Who would dare linger? Right now, the Chu household was a place of calamity, with Jiang Qin's intimidating authority looming; sticking around could mean disaster.

Chu Yang's family all climbed into their car with grim faces; Chu Yaoyu especially looked displeased.

As Ling Feng was about to board last, Chu Yaoyu suddenly glared at him and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm getting a ride home," he replied.

"After causing such a mess, behaving so shamelessly, you still have the nerve to ride in our car? Sorry, there's no room for you—take the bus," she sneered.

Incredibly, she claimed the twelve-seat van was full.

Ling Feng pointed at the empty seats, "There seems to be plenty of space, how is there no room?"

"Don't you understand plain speech? Yaoyu means there's no place for you here. I just spent a million yuan on this Honda—such a fine car. Do you really think you belong in it? Do you even know your own status?" Qian Zuwen scoffed from behind the wheel.

"Exactly. Cars reflect status; everyone should ride what's appropriate. You'd better hurry and take the bus," Chu Dongmei said with a mocking tilt of her chin.

"Dongmei, don't be too hard on your brother-in-law. He's ridden luxury cars before—though he had to open the door for others, bow and scrape, ha ha," Chu Yaoyu laughed.

"Oh, I forgot—my brother-in-law is now Chen Heibai's driver. That's an honor, isn't it? And not just opening car doors—he probably has to cover the doorframe with his hand when guests get in and out. I've seen it on TV. Ha ha," laughter erupted in the van.

"All the more reason not to let you ride in my car—you'd surely feel aggrieved. You should ride in Mr. Chen's Rolls-Royce. Farewell," Qian Zuwen said with contempt.

Just a mere driver, making at most five thousand yuan a month, Qian Zuwen had never taken Ling Feng seriously. And after today's events, Ling Feng's continued employment with Chen Heibai was uncertain.

Chen Heibai's earlier words were just for appearances; once away from here, who knows what he'd really say.

After all, even ordinary people don't like associating with a live-in son-in-law living off his wife's family. Chen Heibai simply didn't know his background before; now everything was exposed. Such a prominent Mr. Chen surely wouldn't want to lose face.

"Enough, Mom, Dad, you go ahead. I'll take the bus with Ling Feng. This van is too cramped—I'm not used to it," Chu Biyue said expressionlessly, stepping out of the car and walking away without a backward glance.

Ling Feng smiled calmly and hurried after her.

"Mom, Biyue is really being unreasonable—siding with an outsider against us. If that's how it's going to be, I won't care about her or her husband anymore. Let her spend her days with that useless man. Her lawsuit isn't over yet—she'll need our help. Can she really rely on a loser? Without us running around, she'd have gone to jail already."

But in truth, throughout Chu Biyue's ordeal, her family hadn't lifted a finger to help; Chu Yaoyu, least of all, acted as if nothing had happened.

Lin Fang was still shaken and didn't say much, just muttering an affirmation and turning to look out the window.

But what she saw startled her—she gasped as a row of luxury cars suddenly pulled up beside Chu Biyue and Ling Feng, and the Four Great Magnates stepped out.

"Damn, I knew the Four Magnates wouldn't let that loser off easily—now they're going to settle accounts."

"Are they going to kidnap Biyue too?"

Lin Fen had just heard Jiang Qin, with a single word, sell off the illustrious jewelry association president, Fang Jingmei, to the Southeast region.

If he could do that to Fang Jingmei, wouldn't her own daughter be in even greater danger?

"What should we do, Zuwen, think of something!" Chu Yang said anxiously, "They won't really do something to Biyue, will they?"

Qian Zuwen was just a mid-level manager at a financial company, which had recently been acquired by Chen Heibai—he didn't dare provoke the Four Magnates.

He swallowed nervously, "Mom, Dad, what can I do? Our only hope is Ling Zhen. But that loser just made enemies of the Four Magnates—what now?"

"This...this..."

Only now did Chu Yang's family realize that despite their dissatisfaction with their elder brother's family, when real trouble struck, they still needed their help. They felt uncomfortable about it.

Lin Fang, meanwhile, quietly blamed her son-in-law for his incompetence.

But as they flailed helplessly, an even more astonishing scene unfolded: Chen Heibai suddenly bent down, opened the door of a Rolls-Royce Phantom, respectfully placed his hand on the doorframe, and invited Ling Feng and his wife to sit in the back seat.

They noticed as well that after closing the door, Chen Heibai himself took the driver's seat.

"This..." Chu Yang's family was dumbfounded.

Qian Zuwen, Chu Dongmei, and Chu Yaoyu's faces flushed deep red, as if they'd just been slapped hard. They hadn't forgotten their earlier words: "People ride the car that suits their status—a driver must open the car door..."

"Damn!"

After a long silence, Qian Zuwen suddenly slapped his forehead in panic, "Mom, Dad, we're doomed. That loser will get our whole family killed."

"What do you mean?" Lin Fang asked in surprise.

"You don't know—people like the Four Magnates have no clean backgrounds. From their rise to power, who knows how many major crimes they've committed? I've heard they often make their drivers take the fall."

"In the workplace, we call those who take the blame 'white gloves.'"

"At first, the boss treats the chosen scapegoat very well, promises to look after their family and so on. But in the end, to silence them, it often turns into a massacre!"

"This situation matches the legend of the white gloves exactly."

"Ah!"

After Qian Zuwen's analysis, Chu Yang and Lin Fang both drew in sharp breaths, feeling that the Chu family was truly at the brink of life and death.

Otherwise, why would Chen Heibai personally open the car door and drive for a mere driver?

Moreover, Chen Heibai had just publicly declared that no one was to bully his driver from now on.

At present, only Qian Zuwen's explanation seemed plausible.

With his years of workplace experience, Qian Zuwen had unique insight and held considerable sway in the Chu Yang household; his words could not be ignored.

"Mom, Dad, what are we going to do? I don't want to die—I'm still young. That damned loser, what is he thinking? Is he an idiot?" Chu Dongmei said, frightened.

Chu Dongmei's husband, Wang Xu, was an agent at a small entertainment company called Dongyang Entertainment. He had barely spoken all day but now sent several WeChat messages before finally raising his head, "Don't worry, everyone. Our boss recently returned from abroad. He and Biyue were college classmates—I think he might be able to help."

Qian Zuwen waved his hand, "Your company is too small—it can't take on the Four Magnates."

"Ha, brother-in-law, you only know half the story. Our boss, Yuan Dongyang, is the heir of the Yuan family in Jiangzhou—the only son. He will inherit everything. And, he has always secretly pursued Biyue, knowing she's still single. He played a big part in helping her beat the lawsuit."

The Yuan family of Jiangzhou!

One of the Five Halls, Three Associations, and Four Great Families.

Their influence rivaled that of the Four Magnates.

With that revelation, the situation changed entirely.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fang's eyes lit up. She had just worried about her family's survival, but now her concerns vanished like clouds swept away.

She believed that with the Yuan family involved, the Four Magnates would have to show respect.

Lin Fang was overjoyed. She had always worried her daughter wouldn't date and stayed single while her elder brother's family stole the spotlight. She never imagined her daughter had already made plans—and now, she had caught herself a genuine golden bachelor.