Chapter 105: Do You Want to Make Me Feel Utterly Humiliated?

“Qin Mu, are you really going to hang her name when Baidi City opens?” Fu Bing asked.

Though not entirely certain, it was easy to deduce from Qin Mu’s age.

Qin Mu was the son cradled in the arms of that enchanting beauty who was driven to despair and ultimately leapt to her death under the coercion of the Jiang Alliance.

Fu Bing had even inquired with Luo Song to uncover Qin Mu’s true identity.

But Luo Song remained tight-lipped, shaking his head in silence.

It was clear that Qin Mu’s status was likely far higher than anyone she had encountered.

Otherwise, he would never openly inform the Xie family, daring to challenge the Jiang Alliance’s deepest taboos.

“Baidi City has always belonged to her; now it’s simply returning to its rightful owner,” Qin Mu said, toying with the jade pendant in his hand—a relic he had won at auction long ago from several Jiang Alliance factions.

After his mother’s tragic passing twenty years prior, most of her possessions had been destroyed to erase all traces. This jade pendant was one of the few remnants left.

Fu Bing gazed at Qin Mu, his sharply defined features, bright eyes, and radiant smile all exuding an imposing presence.

With such a charismatic heir, she imagined that the beauty envied by the heavens in the past must have been truly unparalleled.

As they spoke, the car arrived at the Fu family estate.

“Since this involves the Jiang Alliance, if your family feels pressured, you need not participate,” Qin Mu said.

He never liked dragging others into trouble.

The opening of Baidi City would inevitably trigger a fierce confrontation between him and the Jiang Alliance.

And with Fu Yuantou’s recent recovery from injury, joining in now would be a considerable risk.

“No, we will definitely be there on opening day,” Fu Bing promised.

After seeing Qin Mu off, Fu Bing hurried upstairs to discuss matters with Fu Yuantou.

Yet upon entering the main room, she found the sickbed empty.

Inquiring with the doctor, she learned that Fu Yuantou had somehow left the bed and was now in the courtyard.

Luo Song followed closely behind, and together they went outside.

The courtyard was lush and vibrant, a place that naturally calmed the mind and eased the spirit.

Fu Yuantou had withstood Xu Feng’s poison palm for over a decade.

This nourishing environment had certainly aided his recovery.

“Grandfather, you’ve just begun to recover—why aren’t you resting in bed? Why are you down here practicing your fists?” Fu Bing scolded, stomping her foot.

Fu Yuantou stood barefoot on the grass, executing a series of martial moves.

Though sweat beaded on his forehead, his strikes were fierce and vigorous, flowing with ease and confidence.

“Haha, this old man has lain in bed for over ten years; my bones have stiffened. Now that I’m better, how could I not stretch my muscles a bit?” Fu Yuantou said, taking a towel from Luo Song as he wiped his face, clearly exhilarated.

“But you should still rest for a while. You just took your medicine—what if an old injury flares up?” Fu Bing worried.

Fu Yuantou waved dismissively, “Bing’er, do you still not trust Qin’s medicine?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“All right, all right. You came rushing here for a reason, didn’t you?” Fu Yuantou immediately saw through Fu Bing’s expression.

Fu Bing steadied herself and said, “Qin Mu’s Baidi City will open in a few days, and the owner’s name will bear that woman’s name.”

“On your way back, I heard from Luo Song,” Fu Yuantou nodded, then asked casually, “What is your attitude about this, Bing’er?”

“I feel that if the Fu family does not show up on opening day, it would be tantamount to bowing to the Xie family and the Jiang Alliance,” Fu Bing said earnestly.

“Whether because of the Jiang Alliance’s past disgrace or my personal wishes, I choose to stand with Qin Mu.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Yuantou laughed heartily, throwing his head back.

“Hahaha! That’s my granddaughter! The true spirit of the Fu family!”

He waved his hand solemnly, the aura of a seasoned general and leader from decades past still unmistakable.

“Luo Song, order a plaque for me. On the day of the opening, I will personally deliver it to Baidi City!”

“I want to see how Xie Donglin plans to outmatch me, Fu Yuantou!”

…

Meanwhile, the warning issued by Xie Donglin spread throughout Jiang City.

Everyone knew Baidi City was about to open.

Given that Baidi City occupied the most central commercial district in Jiang City, everyone wanted to bring gifts and pay their respects.

If they could curry favor with the new owner and secure a shopfront, their family fortunes would be assured for generations.

But suddenly, the Xie family and the Jiang Alliance issued a stern warning.

Anyone who dared to attend the opening to offer congratulations would be deemed an enemy of the Xie family and the entire Jiang Alliance.

For a moment, the city fell silent.

This was the Jiang Alliance—the undisputed first power in Jiang City.

No one was foolish enough to provoke their taboo.

No one would jeopardize their standing over a mere Baidi City.

Some even prepared to watch the spectacle unfold, expecting no one to show up on opening day.

Yet Qin Mu, unfazed by the shifting tides, leisurely returned to his old neighborhood.

He paid no mind to the external turmoil.

Upon arriving home, Luo Shui rushed to the door and pulled Qin Mu into the dining room.

Qin Mu looked at Luo Shui, who wore an apron with flour dusted across her face, embodying the image of a homemaker.

“Dummy, come quick, try the new dish Aunt Qiu and I learned to make,” Luo Shui said, placing a colorful and aromatic plate before Qin Mu, her face full of eager anticipation, as if waiting for his praise.

“So you can cook,” Qin Mu said, sitting at the table and taking a bite.

Indeed, it was good—not some culinary disaster.

“You say that as if I pretended not to know how to cook before just to mooch your meals!” Luo Shui laughed.

“Isn’t that true?” Qin Mu teased.

Luo Shui paused, realizing there was some truth to it.

After a few bites, Qin Mu asked, “By the way, will you attend Baidi City’s opening?”

Without hesitation, Luo Shui replied, “Of course! When is it?”

“In two days,” Qin Mu said.

Luo Shui cupped Qin Mu’s face, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly kissed his cheek.

She smiled brightly, “Then this lady will dress up nicely and help my dummy hold the fort.”

“All right,” Qin Mu agreed.

With a stunning beauty like Luo Shui by his side, none could compare—truly the envy of all.

…

Time passed swiftly.

Xie Donglin’s warning also rapidly took hold.

Two days later, early morning.

Baidi City.

Opening ceremony.

Countless media gathered outside, but no one dared approach within a hundred meters of the entrance.

They had come expecting to witness Baidi City’s downfall.

Many journalists had already drafted articles to sensationalize the event.

A grand Baidi City, on its opening day, with not a single visitor.

After waiting tens of minutes, finally a Bugatti Veyron rolled into the venue.

A young man in formal attire stepped out, white gloves on his hands, his posture as straight and sharp as a silver spear.