In Qin Feng’s heart, there was a feeling he couldn’t quite put into words. For more than a decade, family ties had been deeply buried in the deepest part of his soul. He had imagined countless times what it would be like to reunite with his parents. Yet he had never imagined that he would have a younger brother—someone who shared the same father but a different mother. It was difficult for him to accept, especially since his parents were no longer alive, making this brother his only remaining family connection. Though it’s often said that blood is thicker than water, Qin Feng still found himself unable to transfer the deep-seated affection he had nurtured over the years to this brother he had never met. That was the unspoken, lingering sensation he felt. Moreover, from Hou Bao’s words, he sensed that the young man named Qin Yu was a typical indulged, well-off son, and Cheng Mei wasn’t exactly a quiet, efficient one either. Cheng Mei had joined Cheng Wei at the very beginning of his entrepreneurial journey. At that time, she was a civil servant in a government department, and through her personal connections and family influence, she had helped open several doors for Cheng Wei. They had been together for a short time because Cheng Mei was pregnant, so they married quickly and gave birth to Qin Yu that same year. In a standalone villa located at the central position of the upscale community in the southeast of the city, Cheng Mei pointed at Mei Hui, her voice sharp, shouting, "What are you saying? You found Wei's son? How is that possible? He's been missing for fifteen years! Where did he come from? It must be a fake. Mei—don't think I don't know! You and Hou are both white-wolf types, always resenting the fact that I and Xiao Yu are inheriting Wei's legacy. You both have ulterior motives!" Such fierce words left Mei Hui stunned. Hou Bao and Mei Hui were the two pillars of Qin Group. Whether in the early, mid, or later stages of the company's development, Hou Bao had always been a key figure. Without him, the group's assets would have shrunk by at least half. Mei Hui's capabilities truly came to light after Qin Wei's passing. Under her efforts, the company's performance did not decline, and the stock price remained stable. To her peers, this was simply unthinkable. For the sake of the company's interests, Mei Hui and Hou Bao worked tirelessly, sacrificing so much, yet they were constantly criticized for having selfish ambitions—how could she not be angry? "Ms. Cheng, I hope you pay more attention to your words when speaking!" Mei Hui said, biting her lower lip. "If you're merely pretending, you don't need to say a word—I'll certainly not make it past my father-in-law. Let me be honest: last night, we completed a DNA comparison, confirming that the child is indeed Qin Feng. If you don't believe me, go find any authority institution of your choice and have them verify it again." Mei Hui's composure stemmed from the truth—she was confident that the truth would silence Cheng Mei. Before Qin Wei passed away, he had not made a will. Though he didn't say anything explicitly, Hou Bao, who had served under him for over a decade, was quite certain that he intended to leave a portion of his estate to his missing eldest son, rather than hand it all over to Cheng Mei and her daughter. Cheng Mei is a petty and easily frustrated woman—indeed, one could describe her as more of a hindrance than an asset. Qin Yu, on the other hand, is a typical indulgent, well-off second-generation heir. When the company reached its mid-stage development, Qin Wei had already stopped involving Cheng Mei in management, and this decision proved to be wise. Qin Wei knew well that if the company were entrusted to Cheng Mei and her son, it would inevitably be depleted within three years. Thus, during his final illness, he gradually transferred authority to Hou Bao and Mei Hui. With no clear will in place and the existence of a missing son, this became the justification that enabled them to block Cheng Mei and Qin Yu from inheriting the company's assets. "As for Mei's family, don't worry—I'll definitely investigate and find out the truth!" "Cheng Mei is a woman who's stubborn and unreasonable, standing tall with a haughty tone and saying, 'If the boy's DNA doesn't match Awai's, you and Old Hou will have to wait for court action—I'll sue you both.' Lincoln stops steadily at the entrance of the villa. Fang Fang turns to Qin Feng and says, 'I'll just stay here—I'm just a visitor, and this is truly your family matter, so it might be inconvenient for me.' Qin Feng nods and steps down with Hou Bao. In the living room, the atmosphere is tense, with both women turning their heads away to avoid eye contact. Hou Bao smiles and introduces to Cheng Mei, 'Madam Cheng, this is Qin Feng, Awai's son who has been separated from him for many years...' 'Don't make it so definite,' Cheng Mei interrupts him with a lack of courtesy, her tone sharp, saying, 'I even thought he was just some random kid you picked up from the street!' Qin Feng unconsciously clenched his fists. The term "wild-born" deeply rankled him. If this woman hadn't once been Qin Wei's wife, he would have already been beheaded. Hou Bao's face changed: "Madam Cheng, I have a paternity report here. Xiao Feng is indeed Qin Wei's son—this is beyond dispute!" Cheng Mei sneered, "Can a paternity report be forged? Mr. Hou, do you really think a few sheets of paper can transform a wild-born into Qin Wei's son? He's been missing for over a decade—long gone, even his bones are likely to have disappeared entirely." Qin Feng grew furious. You refuse to acknowledge my identity, suspecting me of being a pretender—your sharp words are understandable. But you cannot claim that Qin Wei's missing son is also a wild-born. "Ugh, you woman! I've tolerated you for so long!" Mei Hui erupted first, pointing directly at Cheng Mei. "You want to inherit Qin's estate? That's just a dream! Even if we don't find Xiao Feng, you won't have a chance. Now, you'll never get one." Cheng Mei leapt up from the sofa: "Little fool, do you think you have any say in this? Don't think I don't know that when you were working as Assistant to Ah Wei, you courted him—otherwise, how would you have climbed all the way to the position of Executive Chairman? As for Hou Lao, he's stubborn to the end, still clinging to the title of 'godfather'—what's the relationship between a godfather and his goddaughter nowadays? By my reckoning, you're clearly out to seize our Qin family's assets. Now you're just bringing in someone else to impersonate, claiming they're the rightful heirs. Tell me, I Cheng Mei am not someone easily intimidated!" "Bro, I'm finally hitting the scene tonight—going to bed with four girls. I've got to stay upright, otherwise I'll be crushed by them!" This kid doesn't look like a 14-year-old at all. Standing at 1.75 meters tall with a pale complexion, he'd confidently claim to be 18, and no one would question it. "Mei-sister's here too—why don't we get together for a little bedtime session? I really love mature ladies like you, hey!" The young man first scanned Mei Hui with an unusually bold gaze, then turned to Qin Feng, "Who are you? A new security guard or a driver? Shouldn't you be heading out of here? You're not quite welcome here, are you?"