C2 Heavenly King Mountain!

Absolutely!

Qin Feng claimed he was the heir to Heavenly King Mountain!

Heavenly King Mountain is one of the world's most enigmatic organizations, boasting numerous powerful members whose wealth rivals that of nations, controlling over half the globe's riches!

At five, he was cast out, thinking he'd severed ties with Heavenly King Mountain for good.

But recently, Old Fu, the butler of Heavenly King Mountain, sought him out, revealing that his years of destitution were actually a test. Having passed, he was now eligible to become the new Heavenly King, wielding a fortune beyond measure!

Yet, he declined.

He was all too aware of the cutthroat nature of high society and wanted no part of it. His desire was simple: to live a tranquil life beside his wife, like any ordinary citizen.

But now, he was on the brink of divorce. If he maintained this 'serene' existence, he'd lose her.

He was out of options.

After hanging up the phone and snuffing out his cigarette, Qin Feng sighed.

"Being a regular guy is just too hard."

The following morning.

As soon as Lee Cuilan woke up, she eagerly prodded Hsu Yunxiao, "Go see Young Master Lee with Ye, quick!"

"Mom, I really don't want to," Hsu Yunxiao lamented, heartbroken.

"Being favored by Young Master Lee is a blessing for our family. Plus, it's for Ye's sake," Lee Cuilan insisted.

"The old lady's given her blessing, aren't you eager to get away from Qin Feng?" she added.

Qin Feng, apron-clad, emerged from the kitchen with a steaming meal, cheerfully announcing, "Wife, dinner's ready."

Hsu Yunxiao, despondent, asked, "Qin Feng, don't you have anything to say?"

She was deeply troubled.

Even now, he remained unflappable.

"Honey," Qin Feng said with a reassuring smile, flashing his pearly whites, "don't worry, good people are rewarded, and the heavens are on my side."

Was he really pinning all his hopes on divine intervention?

"You're such a letdown!" Hsu Yunxiao voiced her frustration.

Just then, Hsu Guosheng, her father-in-law, called out from the living room, "There's been an incident! Come and watch the news!"

The broadcast reported a violent brawl at the Sandstorm Nightclub the previous evening.

A staggering 127 people were injured, all security staff. Lee Shaoxuan, the chairman's son from Lee's Group, was critically hurt. The initial diagnosis was grim: he'd be infertile for life.

Lee Cuilan's bowl crashed to the floor.

She was in a state of shock.

With Young Master Lee in such a condition, was all hope lost?

Hsu Yunxiao froze.

The next news report left them dumbfounded.

"An hour ago, a drugging and assault case was cracked. Sufficient evidence has led to the arrest of a Mr. Hsu for the crime."

Indeed.

That Mr. Hsu was none other than Hsu Changye!

As the news ended, Hsu Yunxiao was speechless.

Young Master Lee battered, Hsu Changye arrested—was it all over just like that?

She had merely slept through it!

Qin Feng, with a shrug and a smile, said, "I told you the heavens would have my back."

Lee Cuilan, overwhelmed and tearless, screamed, "Qin Feng, you're good for nothing! Get over here; I'm going to kill you!"

Her dream of opulence had vanished with a single night's sleep, a devastating blow.

The crisis had passed.

Hsu Yunxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

At least she wouldn't have to marry Young Master Lee.

Then Qin Feng's phone rang.

"Young Lord, I'm at your doorstep. Are you in? I've come to have you sign the Heavenly King Mountain inheritance agreement."

"At the door?"

Qin Feng was startled and quickly replied, "Don't come in, I'll come out!"

He hung up and scrambled for an excuse to leave.

Meanwhile, Hsu Yunxiao's friend called, envious, "Yunxiao, I had no idea you knew someone so formidable. To confront the Lee family head-on—he's incredible!"

"I don't even know who he is!" Hsu Yunxiao was bewildered.

"Rumor has it, the man who turned Sandstorm Nightclub upside down last night mentioned your name. He must be secretly in love with you. You're so lucky."

Hsu Yunxiao was even more astonished.

She didn't know this mysterious man, but it reminded her of something.

Over the past three years, she'd encountered several would-be assailants.

Each time, they were thrashed by an unknown protector.

Who had never revealed himself.

"Could there really be someone out there, secretly safeguarding me all along?"

Hsu Yunxiao mused, her cheeks flushing with the thought.

What girl hasn't fantasized about a hidden hero, secretly adoring and guarding her?

But then she thought of Qin Feng and sighed with disappointment, "Too bad he's such a disappointment."

Qin Feng stepped out of the residential complex to find a sleek black stretch Lincoln with the license plate 88888 waiting curbside. As soon as he climbed in, a gaunt old man with silver hair and dressed in a tuxedo embraced him. "Young Lord, you've seen the light at last! It's truly wonderful," Old Fu exclaimed with emotion.

"Get off me! You're revolting," Qin Feng retorted, shoving him away with distaste.

Old Fu chuckled nervously and produced a contract. "Just sign here, and the vast fortune of Heavenly King Mountain is yours."

"All I asked for was a simple warning to Young Master Lee, and you turn it into this spectacle?" Qin Feng complained, clearly annoyed.

Old Fu blinked with feigned innocence. "A spectacle? I was actually considering wiping the Lee family off the planet. But I restrained myself to honor your request, Young Lord. Rest assured, your identity remains a secret."

Qin Feng was at a loss for words. He hadn't anticipated Heavenly King Mountain's approach to be so domineering. But then again, Young Master Lee was no saint; perhaps this could be seen as a public service. And the bigger the scandal, the more the Lee family would think twice before seeking revenge.

This also served as a stern warning to anyone else eyeing his wife.

"Let's get this signed, Young Lord," Old Fu urged, all smiles.

Qin Feng leaned in, fixing Old Fu with an intense gaze. "I want the truth. What's really going on at Heavenly King Mountain?"

Old Fu squirmed, his eyes darting about.

A cold smirk crossed Qin Feng's face. He wasn't naive enough to believe in free lunches, nor that Heavenly King Mountain would choose a wanderer like him as their heir without good reason. Something was up.

"If you're not going to talk, we're done here," Qin Feng said, feigning a move to leave.

Old Fu grabbed him, desperation in his voice. "It's top-secret, Young Lord. You must swear to keep it confidential."

Qin Feng's frown deepened, followed by a long, measured exhale. "I see. So this windfall isn't as sweet as it seems."

"You have to agree, Young Lord! Without you, Heavenly King Mountain is doomed. You're our only hope!"

"One more condition. My identity stays hidden," Qin Feng declared, settling back into his seat.

"I get it," Old Fu beamed, "You want to stay under the radar to handle other matters. No one would suspect the new ruler of Heavenly King Mountain is actually a son-in-law. Young Lord, your foresight is remarkable! You have my utmost respect."

Qin Feng ignored him, his thoughts elsewhere. He simply wanted to shield his wife from the brutal power struggles for as long as possible.

Old Fu handed him another contract. "Young Lord, it's a little-known fact that Vast Entertainment is a subsidiary of Heavenly King Mountain. You're now the power behind the throne."

"So, Heavenly King Mountain is testing me, seeing if I'm up to the task by putting me in charge of this company?" Qin Feng mused, browsing the contract.

Old Fu coughed awkwardly, fearing Qin Feng's refusal. He reluctantly offered a bank card. "Please, Young Lord, don't make this hard. I'm personally contributing eight hundred million to your cause."

"I never said I wouldn't agree," Qin Feng replied coolly, pocketing the bank card and signing the contract.

They arranged to finalize the company handover in two days.

As Qin Feng opened the car door to leave, he caught sight of his wife, Hsu Yunxiao, emerging from the complex. Their eyes locked, both momentarily frozen.

"What are you doing here?" Hsu Yunxiao asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

Why would a man who was usually homebound be sitting in such a luxurious vehicle?