Mr. Lin, you don’t have to rush your response. Stay at my place for a few days to get a feel for the atmosphere,” the old man said, attempting to hand Lin Feng the Supreme Card.
Lin Feng raised his hand, interrupting him unceremoniously: “Although I’m very curious about how the wealthy live and would love to experience the ambiance of high society, I stand by what I said. I have my own life, and I will never do anything against my conscience for material gain.”
The old man’s actions for his daughter’s happiness were so grand that Lin Feng felt a profound shock. Despite viewing the gesture as somewhat extreme, he couldn’t help but respect the old man, even developing a slight fondness for him.
All Lin Feng had to do was nod, and he would gain both wealth and beauty, indulge in the life of a high-society billionaire, and travel the world with countless benefits at his fingertips. Yet, Lin Feng still refused. It wasn’t that he was unmoved; it was just that matters of principle could not be compromised. He had to bear the pain of rejection.
To soothe the old man’s feelings, Lin Feng softened his tone towards the end. He believed he had shown enough sincerity, though he indeed longed for power and money, he disdained to acquire them through such means.
What Lin Feng hadn’t anticipated was that before he could finish speaking, the old man erupted into a frenzied roar. “I can give everything I have!” The old man slammed his hand on the table, sending the Supreme Card flying towards Lin Feng.
Seeing the old man lose all semblance of his earlier composure and shout wildly, his voice so loud that it nearly made Lin Feng jump, Lin Feng quickly placed the card back on the table and withdrew his hand to show he had no interest in it. However, the brief moment the card was in his hand left him somewhat dazed. The card felt substantial, and its symbols matched those in his memory, items often locked away by major families. Yet, here was this old man, Lan, tossing it around like a common bank card, which seemed overly generous.
“A fake? Impossible! I can give everything I have!” The old man didn’t even glance at the so-called Supreme Card, tossing his cane aside in agitation, stumbling around the table to clutch at Lin Feng.
“Please, just agree to this one request, and I can give everything I have!” Lin Feng saw him teetering and quickly supported him.
“I can give everything,” the old man repeated, shaking and holding onto Lin Feng as if afraid he might run away. He repeated his words loudly, his eyes wild with desperation, as if he truly meant to give up everything.
“Just agree to be by my daughter’s side, to accompany her through these last three months of her life, just three months! Each month, you only need to spend three days with her, just three days! If you agree, my estate, my company, all the assets of the Lan family, everything I, Lancelot, own, I will transfer to you!”
The old man had lost control entirely, ignoring his butler A San’s attempts to stop him. He pushed Lin Feng away, grabbed a special phone nearby, and said, “I’ll call my lawyer right now, have him come over, and I’ll sign the documents to transfer my property to you!”
A San, the butler, tried to calm his master but was rudely pushed to the ground by the old man. A San shot Lin Feng a resentful look before quickly getting up and running off.
Lin Feng was now thoroughly bewildered. The situation was becoming increasingly bizarre. This old man was offering more and more incentives just for Lin Feng to agree to spend three months as a close attendant to his daughter, even willing to give everything he had.
Truth be told, Lin Feng didn’t think he had that much charm. There were plenty of good-looking men out there, not to mention the billionaire status (Lin Feng guessed the old man’s wealth was in billions). Even without a penny, there would be men willing to serve Lan Yu, treating her like a queen. Why were they so desperately seeking him out?
Could it be that Lan Yu was so infatuated with him that she would abandon all her pride and dignity to have him? After multiple failed attempts at seduction, was she now resorting to using wealth and power? She was indeed making a grand gesture!
The entire fortune of the Yu Shan Lan family?! What kind of existence was the Yu Shan Lan family? Such a super-family with wealth rivaling nations, and now all that wealth was to be handed over because of one woman’s wild fantasy?
Or was this all just a prank by an insane old man? With all this wealth, he could hire the world’s best doctors for his daughter, even find a hundred volunteers to donate organs if needed, and still have money left over.
Lin Feng remained skeptical of the old man’s wild proposal, keeping his guard up. Just as he was about to decline again, a well-dressed middle-aged man burst into the room, with the elusive butler A San cautiously following behind, shouting from afar, “Dad! Are you really going to change your will and give away all our family’s wealth?”
The situation was getting more interesting. Lin Feng watched the father-son drama unfold with a sideways glance, his eyes cold.
The old man, holding the phone, was furious: “How dare you! What are you doing barging in here? You have no right to speak, get out now!”
The middle-aged man fell to his knees with a thud: “Dad!”
“But I am your real son, Lan Yu, she, she’s only been here for a few days, whether she is really my sister is still up in the air, and for her, you’re actually willing to give away all our family’s wealth to outsiders!” The middle-aged man looked quite amiable. Lin Feng suddenly remembered, isn’t this the famous local entrepreneur, the chairman of Lans Group, Lan Jianren? He often saw him on TV news and newspaper headlines, but he never thought he’d meet him in person today. What was even more unexpected was that this billionaire, Chairman Lan, was now kneeling in front of his father, crying out in distress like a bullied child. And all this, just because his entire fortune might be transferred to someone else the next moment, and the root of all this trouble, according to his cries, was merely due to the sudden appearance of Lan Yu, this uncertainly acknowledged illegitimate daughter! This was truly an explosive family feud. It was almost too bizarre to believe! Lin Feng pinched himself secretly to confirm he wasn’t dreaming. An idea struck him, and while everyone was distracted, he subtly moved his left hand on the table, and the quiet, unmoving King of Cards was swiftly pocketed into his storage space. It’s only polite to return a favor; Lin Feng increasingly felt he had been dragged into a disaster out of nowhere. Since the main characters seemed so disdainful of this so-called Supreme King of Cards, their so-called family feud probably had more to it than met the eye.
Lan Jianren wailed and pleaded, but the old man had made up his mind not to respond. After a few words into the phone, he shakily bent down to pick up his cane, tapping it on the ground as he turned and walked away. At that moment, the old man seemed to have forgotten Lin Feng’s existence. The butler, Ah San, seemed to have some sort of secret deal with Lan Jianren; he quietly tapped Lan Jianren’s back while he was still crying on the ground, then hurriedly followed the old man. Just as the old man’s figure disappeared, Lan Jianren stopped his cries, standing up calmly from the ground. There was no trace of his previous tears, still maintaining the demeanor of a wealthy, composed, and dignified businessman.
Lan Jianren glanced at Lin Feng: “You don’t want the property of the Lan family?” From his tone, it seemed as if he wished Lin Feng had accepted the old man’s generous offer. Lin Feng smiled but said nothing; he truly had no interest in getting involved in such a nonsensical family feud.
