Divine Doctor Dragon Master

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Hearing Qin Jiang's words, Wen Wu snorted coldly, "Getting anxious already? A poor fucker is still a poor fucker, can't even handle a little provocation? Let me tell you, our grandparents might have called you back to the Wen Family, but that doesn't mean we all agree to it!"

"You think you, a bastard, are worthy of sitting on an equal footing with the legitimate blood of our Wen Family?"

"Ptui!"

Wen Wu, full of disdain, "And you, aunty, shameless, eloping and running away with some poor kid from a small place, you've brought shame to our Wen Family for years! We will not recognize you!"

"Dream on if you think you can come back to the Wen Family to split the inheritance!"

"I advise you, you'd better not go to the Wen Family, or else, you'll be the ones losing face!"

"Slap!" Qin Jiang swung his hand and slapped him so hard that it twisted his mouth. A murderous look danced in his eyes, "If you dare to insult my mom again, I'll tear your fucking mouth apart!"

"You..." Wen Wu, furious, roared as he charged, aiming a punch at Qin Jiang's face.

Qin Jiang grabbed his wrist in one swift motion and twisted!

He immediately howled in pain and collapsed to his knees.

Qin Jiang kicked his face, leaving a clear shoe print stamped on it!

Wen Wu's tears and snot flowed uncontrollably as he did.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody spit.

He looked utterly wretched.

Qin Jiang crouched down, slapping his cheek and said deliberately, "Not only are we going back to the Wen Family, we're going to do it in style. If you have the guts, try blocking the door to stop us from entering the Wen Family's gates, see if I don't beat you to death right there and then."

"You think I would be scared of someone like you?"

After a few more slaps, Wen Wu's face was already swollen and red, he roared in humiliation, red-eyed with fury glaring at Qin Jiang.

"Yes, that's the expression of impotent rage I'm talking about," Qin Jiang smiled, "You now... look just like a dog."

With one kick, Qin Jiang sent him flying out the door, where he lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.

Wen Wenling sighed, "Let's just forget it. There's no point in stooping to his level."

Seeing Wen Wenling speak, Qin Jiang let it go.

Qin Jiang turned to Wen Wenling and said indifferently, "Mom, let's carefully pick a gift."

Wen Wenling nodded, her gaze still wandering over a piece of calligraphy and painting, seemingly tempted.

Qin Jiang whispered a few words into her ear.

Wen Wenling's face immediately showed shock, and only then did she withdraw her gaze.

After Wen Wu had caught his breath, he entered Fengya Residence again. This time, though, he was fearful. He no longer approached Qin Jiang closely, but his mouth was still incredibly cheap, uttering sardonic remarks from time to time.

In the end, he purchased the calligraphy and painting that Wen Wenling had been looking at earlier.

"Heh heh, I told you that your poor family couldn't afford this painting. Over a million, can you come up with that kind of money?" he boasted, flaunting the calligraphy and painting in front of Qin Jiang and the others.

Qin Jiang didn't bother with him and instead focused on a piece of jade.

"How much for this jade?" he asked.

"Sir, this piece of jade is valued at thirty thousand," a female attendant approached cautiously. Stay updated through empire

The dominance and ferocity Qin Jiang demonstrated earlier left a profound impression on her; she was afraid that any argument might result in her getting hit as well!

"Thirty thousand?!" Qin Jiang was surprised. Was this thing really so cheap?

He might not know much about antiques, but he had seen in ancient books that there was a batch of jade specially provided for the royal family during the Tang Dynasty, and it looked just like this.

The quality and age of this jade pendant were authentic.

Theoretically, it should be worth more than this price.

"Alright, I'll take this one," Qin Jiang said.

"You're actually going to present a thirty-thousand gift?" Wen Wu sneered from the side.

"A gift of this caliber, even a dog from our Wen Family could afford it."

Qin Jiang turned to look at him, "From now on, if I hear you say one more word, I'll break one of your fingers. Don't believe me? Try me."

Wen Wu, faced with Qin Jiang's murderous gaze, forced himself to swallow his words.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, until finally, he sent out a message on his phone with a grim face.

"Qin Jiang!"

"This time, I'll make sure you crawl out of here!"

His eyes filled with venom as he screamed inwardly.

Afterward, Qin Jiang spent a hefty sum to purchase an antique vase.

With these two items, he should have enough to make a presentable appearance.

Just as Qin Jiang, his mother, and Qin Sisi were about to leave, a burst of footsteps sounded from outside.

About ten tall men in suits appeared outside.

"Young Master Wen, I've brought people over to back you up," said the leader, a towering young man standing nearly two meters tall, who even in a suit showed off an impressive physique, clearly exhibiting very well-developed muscles.

Wen Wu smirked, "He's inside."

"Is that so? Well, I can wait a bit then. Just make sure you don't shortchange me, Young Master Wen. I skipped my boxing class to come here and fight for justice for you," said the man.

Wen Wu responded indifferently, "I hope you, as a boxing champion, won't disappoint me."

As the two conversed, Qin Jiang stepped out.

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