Live-in Son-in-law

Bang!

The brick made a solid and intimate contact with the old man's face.

The old man let out a piercing cry, his whole body tumbling through the air, flying straight out the door.

Everyone was taken aback. It was too fast. Qin Yi's speed was simply unimaginable, almost like teleportation.

Qin Ankang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, realizing that if that brick were thrown at him, he wouldn't have been able to dodge either.

The two middle-aged men tensed up, so frightened that their hairs stood on end.

"Relax. Every grievance has its perpetrator, every debt has its debtor. Although you two are a bit ugly, you still have some decency. I won't lay a hand on you."

Qin Yi walked out holding the brick, while the old man lay on the ground outside like a toad, clutching his face and wailing, blood flowing between his fingers.

Qin Yi's brick was too brutal, it directly shattered the old man's nasal bone, causing most of his teeth to fall out—a miserable sight.

Others came out, and upon seeing the old man's miserable state, they all gasped in shock.

"Damn it, you come into my house to act wildly, break things, and I can't even say a word about it? What's the deal." Qin Yi's face was full of hostility.

The old man broke down in tears, swearing he was talking about Qin Ankang, not Qin Yi... Thinking this made him cry even harder; it was a disaster that came out of nowhere.

"Stop the ghostly wailing, you're annoying people. Hurry up, pay for the damages and get lost." Qin Yi frowned, saying in annoyance.

Dare to act arrogantly and wildly in front of him, don't blame him for being merciless.

"Master Qin, may I ask how much are those items? We'll compensate." One of the middle-aged men asked with a smiling face.

"So, the Nan Family still has people who can talk. If Nan Zaitian had sent you two, things wouldn't have become like this."

Both men wore smiles, but they seemed very uneasy.

"You all know the story of Jing Ke attempting to assassinate the King of Qin, right?"

Everyone was puzzled. They all knew the story, but didn't understand why Qin Yi suddenly mentioned it?

"Haven't you heard it before?" Qin Yi asked.

Both men hurriedly nodded.

Of course, they had heard it, but Qin Yi wouldn't mention it without reason. There must be some purpose, but they just couldn't figure it out.

"Good you know, otherwise if I were to tell you the story, I'd have to charge you."

Both men chuckled dryly, inwardly despising it, thinking, are you stuck in money?

"Back then, when Jing Ke attempted to assassinate the King of Qin, did you know which set of tea utensils the King used to entertain Jing Ke?"

Everyone was baffled, how would they know?

Duan Xinyuan, Liu Yiren, and Qin Ankang were thinking, did the King of Qin really entertain Jing Ke back then? Even if he did, according to customs, it should have been wine, not tea, right?

But the two middle-aged men's faces changed. Could it be that Qin Yi was implying the set of tea utensils they just broke was that one?

Qin Yi clapped his hands, looking at the two men, "Looks like you two have already guessed it. Indeed, you are knowledgeable and insightful. You guessed right, it was indeed the set you just broke."

"Sigh, this set of tea utensils cost me great effort to acquire. Let's not talk about how much money I spent—money doesn't matter to me. I've never been interested in money. What truly pains me is its historical value. It's one of a kind in the world, a unique treasure, and now it's ruined. My heart is bleeding."

The corners of the two middle-aged men's mouths twitched. You don't like money? The word 'money' made up half of what you just said.

Qin Yi lamented bitterly, "A unique treasure, hard to find anywhere in the world. And it's been destroyed just like that, my heart is shattered like dumpling fillings. Aren't you heartbroken too?"

The two middle-aged men were of course heartbroken—heartbroken to the point of death, knowing well that Qin Yi was blackmailing them, and ruthlessly so.

When something is associated with words like unique and hard to find, it means it's priceless, because rarity increases value. In short, very expensive.

"Ah, I'm really not someone who loves money. No matter how precious this thing is, it's still just an object. But I did put a lot of effort into it, and this hardship compensation..."

Qin Yi didn't finish, but anyone could tell what he meant.

The two middle-aged men exchanged looks, their smiles uglier than cries. One of them said, "Master Qin, indeed it's our fault. We apologize. Breaking it means we have to compensate. Name your price."

Qin Yi's eyes lit up, "Let's be clear, I'm not blackmailing you. If it were really blackmail, you couldn't afford it. I just want a little emotional damage fee, to comfort my wounded heart."

"Master Qin is magnanimous and understanding, we admire that." One of the middle-aged men said, with a fake smile that he struggled to maintain.

The saddest thing in the world is being blatantly extorted, yet you have to wear a smile and play along, the frustration inside is indescribable.

"Master Qin, just name a price?"

"I really am not in it for the money," Qin Yi said with a troubled expression, stretching out both hands, palms open.

The two middle-aged men paused, exchanged a look. One cautiously asked, "A hundred thousand?"

Both heaved a sigh of relief, as a hundred thousand was nothing to them.

Qin Yi suddenly wore a pained expression, clutching his chest, "My heart, it hurts..."

The two middle-aged men immediately understood, it was too little.

"Master Qin, the heart is on the left side." One reminded. Qin Yi holding the right side of his chest claiming heartache—could you be any more fake?

"Thank you!" Qin Yi shamelessly shifted his hand to the left side.

The two men's mouths twitched, and the muscles by their eyes twitched like they were having a seizure. Inwardly they thought: Never seen anyone so brazenly shameless.

"Master Qin, do you mean a million?"

Qin Yi clutched his chest without speaking, full of agony on his face.

"Ten million?"

Qin Yi remained silent.

The two men's faces changed, was this too greedy? Could it be that he wanted a hundred million?

"Master Qin, how about fifty million?" one of them asked cautiously.

Qin Yi's expression turned stern, his hands steadied, his heart no longer pained, pointing at their noses, he cursed, "Damn it, isn't the Nan Family supposed to be as rich as a nation? Why does giving a little seem like it's costing you your lives? Adding a few dimes at a time, I'm embarrassed for you."

"If I were you, I'd just boldly say ten billion. That way, everyone would be pleased."

The two middle-aged men's faces drastically changed, ten billion is no small sum.

"Did you just say ten billion for compensation?" Qin Yi asked while rolling up his sleeves.

The two men's knees trembled, the hairs on their backs stood up.

However, ten billion isn't a small number, neither of them could decide.

Qin Yi looked at them, "Since you said ten billion, although it's a bit low, I'm soft-hearted and reluctantly agree. So, will you be paying by card or transfer?"

The two men were almost crying, when did we ever say ten billion? It's you, the shameless one, who said it, okay?

"Although it's a bit low, don't be embarrassed, don't pay more, I'll get mad if you pay more. When I'm mad, I like to get physical. If I accidentally break your arms and legs or twist off your heads, I'd be really sorry, and then I'd owe you an apology." Qin Yi said generously, waving his hand.