How touching—mother and son truly harmonious! Qin Feng stared at this odd pair with a cold gaze, utterly unable to comprehend how his dead-pan father could tolerate them. As the saying goes, "A father's fault when his child is not properly educated." Even if busy with work, one should always find time to educate one's children, right? Qin Wei was absolutely no stranger to child-rearing—look at Qin Feng, and you'd see that. Could it be that motherhood brings about a different outcome altogether? That seems quite plausible. Cheng Mei, a woman of graceful appearance and well-maintained looks, appears barely over thirty, yet her face carries an unappealing, even repulsive quality. He fixed his eyes on Qin Yu and said firmly, "Son, if you don't want to die, you'd better apologize right now!" Facing such a mother-son duo, no one, regardless of their patience, could remain polite. Under Qin Feng's gaze, Qin Yu felt a deep chill seep into his bones, his legs giving way and nearly collapsing to the ground. After all, this was his home turf—he bristled, shouting, "Who are you? Do you know where we are? I've never once apologized to anyone in my life!" Cheng Mei immediately gave him a thumbs-up: "Son, that's exactly right. He's just some wilder kid pretending to be your brother—there's no need to be polite to him." "Ha! Another pretender!" Qin Yu didn't even glance at him, instead turning to Hou Bao and barking orders: "Old man, are you deaf? Did you miss what I just said? I need another few bottles of the medicine from last time—I'm in a hurry… ah—" Puff! With a gasp of pain, Qin Yu clutched his crotch and collapsed to the floor, his pale face twisted in agony, breathing like a wild beast. No one could see exactly how Qin Feng had moved—only that he'd kicked Qin Yu squarely in the crotch. Of course, this kick was no accident—it wouldn't knock him out completely, yet he certainly wouldn't be back to his former self within two months. At such a young age, you haven't learned your lessons yet, and still dream of getting Mei Hui into bed. This is your brother's welcome gift—bear with it, then. "Son, how is he?" When Cheng Mei saw her precious son drenched in sweat, barely able to speak from the pain, she rushed straight to Qin Feng, "Little fool! You dare hit my son? I'll fight you to the death!" Crack! With a resounding slap, Cheng Mei was sent flying, landing hard on the sofa beside her, her hair disheveled, a trickle of blood at her mouth, looking utterly frantic. Hou Bao hadn't expected Qin Feng to rise so fiercely. Given Qin Feng's composure last night, Hou Bao had assumed he would choose patience, holding his ground until he had fully secured power within the Qin family before taking action. Indeed, Hou Bao had hoped for just such a character—only by truly understanding and practicing patience could one achieve great things. Especially for young, spirited individuals, the art of endurance was essential. "Xiao Feng, you?" Hou Bao looked at him with an inquiring gaze. Qin Feng withdrew his hand from Cheng Mei and said coldly, "I am fighting against them on behalf of my late father, Lord Hou. Shouldn't that be the case?" Hou Bao's eyes sparkled, and his thoughts immediately shifted. With excitement, he said, "Right—you are Awai's eldest son. Upon your father's passing, the eldest son should shoulder the responsibility of the family. You are absolutely right. I fully support you!" Mei Hui, who had been slightly agitated by Cheng Mei earlier, stepped forward: "Xiao Feng, I also support you!" With both leaders of Qin Group publicly backing Qin Feng, Cheng Mei—no matter how much she might struggle—could no longer halt the clear trend of Qin Feng assuming control. "Turned around! All of you have turned around! Where are the bodyguards? Where have they gone? Bring them out and eliminate this upstart!" Cheng Mei screamed hysterically. Several people in black coats entered one after another, each holding a police baton or similar weapon. But when they saw Hou Bao and Mei Hui also present, they hesitated, unsure of what to do. Cheng Mei, in a frenzy, shouted, "Are you all made of wood? What are you waiting for? That boy dared to hit me and the young lord—kill him now!" Upon hearing that they weren't targeting Hou Bao and Mei Hui, the bodyguards lost their hesitation and moved in. "Who dares to move? I'll make sure he dies in agony!" Hou Bao shouted, then pointed at Qin Feng and said, "He is the eldest son of Awai, the legitimate heir of the Qin Group." The bodyguards were once again at a loss—now which of them should they listen to? "Don't listen to this old fool—he's just pretending!" Cheng Mei immediately countered. "Whomever of you kills him, I'll pay five million, and they won't even have to face legal liability! Anyone who dares not to act—just pack up and leave!" Under such generous rewards, there truly are brave men. If there hadn't been five million, the bodyguards might have hesitated, weighing which of them to follow—now, it's definitely money that holds the sway. "You dare!" Hou Bao lifted a floral vase from the coffee table, standing resolutely as if fiercely loyal to his charge. "Hou Bo, don't worry—these rotten sweet potatoes and stinking egg dishes? They're nothing to me!" Qin Feng took a single step forward, stepping into the role of both protector and protector of others. A police baton rushed toward his head with a rushing wind. Unreasonable! Qin Feng moved faster, lifting his leg and delivering a solid kick to the bodyguard's jaw, striking before the guard even reached him. The bodyguard and the baton were both sent flying, knocking down two more behind. With powerful punches, swift kicks, and agile, unpredictable footwork, the bodyguards quickly fell to the ground. For those who had been actively aiding the enemy, Qin Feng had no need to spare them. Everyone was injured—some with broken arms, others with broken legs, or fractured ribs. In short, no one had a single intact bone. These dozen bodyguards were all veterans; usually, one could handle two or three at a time. But against Qin Feng, even ten couldn't stand a chance. Cheng Mei was terrified—she relied solely on these bodyguards at home. Qin Feng spoke coldly as he approached her, "Madwoman, you weren't always so bold, were you? Keep being bold!" "Young upstart, I'm Qin Wei's legally recognized wife. You can't hit me. Even if you're his son, you must call me 'mother.' If you dare harm me, Qin Wei's spirit in heaven will surely not rest until you're punished." Cheng Mei stammered, panicked. She had kicked over Qin Yu in a fit of rage the first time she used the word 'wild youth'—the third time, she had truly lost her composure. Now, she used it again, and there was no saving her. Crack! A sharp slap sent Cheng Mei reeling, her head spinning, blood gushing from her mouth, three of her teeth embedded in it. Qin Feng stepped down and pressed his foot firmly onto her neck, "Stupid woman. Every time you utter the words 'wild youth,' I'll hit you once." Don't think just because a woman once married my father she's entitled to be considered senior to me—you don't qualify!" Mei Hui felt deeply satisfied, eager to personally kick the Cheng family right in the chest. Over the past half-year, incidents like false accusations and scathing criticisms had piled up, far beyond just a few. Hou Bao stepped forward to soothe her: "Little Feng, after all, you're family—let's call it a day." Only then did Qin Feng withdraw his foot, and the Cheng mother and son were so startled they couldn't even breathe.