C144 Even Your Father Has to Kneel Down!

"What? You're saying you want to buy the most expensive necklace?" Lu Wei eyed Lin Yin with a look of contempt. "Do you even have that kind of money? Do you have any idea how much the priciest necklace here costs?"

"Haha, are you trying to kill me with laughter? You think a nobody like you can afford the most expensive necklace?" Qin Fei mocked with a sneer.

Just then, a sales associate dressed in professional attire approached. Assessing Lin Yin, he inquired, "Sir, are you serious? Our most expensive necklace is valued at tens of millions. It requires a reservation and proof of financial capability before I can schedule an appointment with our manager."

"Ah, why even bother booking it for him?" Qin Fei said with a sneer. "Look at him; does he look like he can afford it? I bet I know what he's thinking. Isn't it just the old trick of making a reservation, pretending to be wealthy, and then returning the goods? They're both in the jewelry business; it's not like this tactic is a secret."

Qin Fei gave Lin Yin a sly look and questioned, "Be honest, is that your plan? To make a reservation in person and then find someone to pay a few thousand to cancel the order?"

"There's such a tactic?" Lu Wei asked.

Qin Fei laughed mockingly, "Oh, Lu Wei, you've got to watch out for that. It's a classic move used by the worst of men. They have no money or skills, so they go to high-end luxury stores, spend a little cash to place an order, and pretend to be wealthy heirs to impress women."

"This kind of lowlife strategy is all too common; you've got to stay alert," Qin Fei said, clicking his tongue as he scrutinized Lin Yin.

"What are you even talking about? Qin Fei, what does our purchase have to do with you?" Zhang Qimo retorted angrily, clearly offended by the baseless speculation.

"What am I saying? Isn't it obvious?" Qin Fei exaggerated, "Zhang Qimo, why so upset? Didn't this loser, Lin Yin, use that same trick to woo you? Having regrets now?"

"Is that really how it happened? Sister Qimo, you should tell us the whole story. We'll find a way to support you and drive away a lowlife like Lin Yin," Lu Wei said sarcastically.

"What's so impressive about you? It's just a necklace," Zhang Qimo snapped back, her patience worn thin. She turned to the cashier and demanded, "Could you please bring me a necklace that's worth 300,000 yuan?"

Everyone has their moments of temper, and Zhang Qimo was no exception. Recently, she had racked up a considerable amount of bonuses at her company, making it seem absurd that she couldn't afford certain luxuries.

"Step back for now," Qin Fei commanded the female cashier with an air of authority.

"Yes, Young Master Qin," the cashier replied, retreating two steps with a fearful expression, no longer daring to engage in business with Zhang Qimo.

Just then, a young man dressed in a suit approached with a respectful demeanor and a smile. He was about to greet Lin Yin when he caught sight of Qin Fei and hesitated momentarily.

Qin Fei boasted, "Zhang Qimo, don't fool yourself into thinking that just because you have money, you can buy anything. Let me tell you both something—I'm a major shareholder here. The Qin Family has stakes in this place. Here's a rule for you: our shop's necklaces are not for sale to dogs, Lin Yin, or Zhang Qimo!"

"Ha! Qimo, see that? Merely having a bit of money is useless. You can't buy what you want even if you try," Lu Wei gloated, feeling incredibly smug and reveling in the attention she was getting in front of Zhang Qimo.

"What are you saying? That's too much!" Zhang Qimo protested, stomping her foot in frustration, her face etched with a sense of injustice.

Lin Yin remained stoic, turning his gaze to the man standing behind Qin Fei.

Had this man not arrived, Lin Yin might have taken matters into his own hands with Qin Fei. But now that there was an audience, he decided to give the newcomer a chance to make an impression, rather than dirty his own hands.

"Qin Fei!" a voice thundered, filled with rage. The man in the suit, his forehead lined with bulging veins, marched over.

"Eh? Brother Yu, what brings you here? What a coincidence," Qin Fei said, forcing a smile as he turned to the approaching man in the suit.

"Come here, Wei, let me introduce you. This is my cousin, Qin Yu. In Qingyun City, he's quite the figure—known as the Qin Patriarch of North City, Qin Fugui's son. You've heard of my elder uncle, right?" Qin Fei said, swelling with pride as he made the introductions.

Within the Qin Family, Qin Yu was a standout among his peers. His father, Qin Fugui, had recently aligned with Jiang Qi, a tycoon of Qingyun City, which had significantly boosted their wealth and standing. Now a prominent figure in the Qin Family, Qin Fugui was someone Qin Fei and his father depended on for their livelihood.

"Hello, Brother Yu," Lu Wei said, her face painted with flattery. She was well aware of Qin Fugui's renown in Qingyun City.

"Lin Yin, have you finally accepted your defeat? You seemed quite skilled at fighting back at Mingbao House. How dare you slap me!" Qin Fei spat out angrily. "Brother Yu, this loser had the audacity to slap me just because he's trained in martial arts. Call some people over; let's teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

Qin Yu's face turned ashen as he caught Lin Yin's icy gaze. His heart pounded wildly. How had he gotten himself into this mess again?

And Qin Fei, was he seriously addressing him after what happened?

The last incident at Snow Dragon Villa, where he had left Wu Chuyu looking like a swollen mess, had been enough to please Master Lin. Now, thanks to his imbecilic partner, he was in hot water once more. Was this guy trying to get him killed?

With a resounding smack, Qin Yu didn't hesitate to deliver a fierce slap across Qin Fei's face, leaving him dazed and confused.

"You fool, kneel down!" Qin Yu demanded furiously.

"What? Brother Yu, why would you hit me?" Qin Fei's face was a mix of hurt and indignation, yet he dared not express his anger. As a playboy accustomed to a life of luxury, he couldn't match Qin Yu's clout.

"Did I stutter when I told you to kneel?" Qin Yu barked, delivering a sharp kick to Qin Fei's knee.

"Brother Yu, isn't this a bit much? Why should I kneel without any reason?" Qin Fei protested, his pride wounded.

"You still dare to talk back?" Qin Yu's rage flared. With Master Lin present, his own reputation was at stake, and he felt as though his life hung in the balance.

Charging at Qin Fei, Qin Yu unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, swiftly bringing him to his knees. He pressed Qin Fei's head down in the direction of Zhang Qimo and Lin Yin.

"How dare you insult General Zhang and Director Lin? Do you have a death wish? You worthless trash! Apologize to General Zhang and Director Lin now! Do you understand?" Qin Yu bellowed, his forehead slick with sweat and veins throbbing.

"Apologize to them? Why should I? Brother Yu, you know them. Why on earth would you side with two strangers over your own cousin?" Qin Fei's face was a picture of disbelief. He had just insulted Lin Yin, and now he was being forced to kneel and bow his head in apology? The insult was more than he could bear.

How did these two come to know Qin Yu? And even if they did, why would they go to such lengths to help him? Qin Fei's mind was completely baffled.

"Why? Even if your father showed up today, he'd still have to kneel and kowtow!" Qin Yu viciously kicked Qin Fei in the head, seized him by the skull, and repeatedly slammed it against the ground.