Jinling, the Shen family villa.
When Shen Fei opened his eyes, a massive flood of memories that didn't belong to him surged into his mind.
The Shen family, the number one wealthy family in Jinling.
Their industries spanned real estate, finance, medicine, and military manufacturing, with conservative estimates placing their assets at over three hundred billion.
They had total control over both the legitimate and underground worlds.
And he, Shen Fei, was the sole heir to the Shen family, the most beloved grandson of Old Master Shen, and the undisputed crown prince of Jinling.
A soul transmigrated from the twenty-first century had directly occupied a top-tier body.
Sitting on the leather sofa, before Shen Fei even had time to digest this information, the main doors to the living room were pushed open from the outside.
The clicking of high heels against the marble floor rang out, crisp and cold.
A woman walked in.
Wearing a black professional skirt that highlighted her slender waist and long, straight legs, her facial features were as exquisite as a magazine cover.
She was as cold as frost, looking straight ahead, radiating an aura that screamed strangers keep away.
Su Qingxue.
President of the Su Group, and the universally acknowledged iceberg goddess of Jinling.
She was also Shen Fei's fiancee.
To be precise, it was an arranged marriage set up by the previous generation of the Shen and Su families since they were children.
And at this moment, a man was following behind Su Qingxue.
Around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, he had a cold face and a tall, straight posture, his eyes revealing an untamed and rebellious sharpness.
He wore a set of old clothes washed until they were faded white, but just standing there, his imposing aura somehow overpowered the luxurious decor of the entire villa.
The memories told Shen Fei that this person was named Ye Chen.
Su Qingxue had encountered danger in the mountains some time ago and was saved by this Ye Chen. The two spent half a month together day and night, and Su Qingxue had come to trust him deeply, bringing him along directly as her personal bodyguard.
And today, Su Qingxue had come to the Shen family for only one purpose.
To break off the engagement.
Shen Fei.
Su Qingxue stood in the center of the living room, her tone as flat as if she were discussing a soon-to-be-terminated business deal.
I came today to make things clear to you. The engagement between you and me ends here.
When she said this, she didn't even spare Shen Fei a single glance.
It was as if the crown prince of Jinling sitting on the sofa was just an irrelevant stranger.
Ye Chen stood beside Su Qingxue, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. With his arms crossed over his chest, he sized Shen Fei up with a condescending gaze.
That look was filled with one clear message.
Utter disdain.
You are Shen Fei?
Ye Chen finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an uncomfortable arrogance.
To be honest, I'm quite disappointed. The heir to the number one wealthy family in Jinling, I thought you'd be someone impressive, but you're nothing much.
Shen Fei leaned back against the sofa, saying nothing.
Ye Chen took a step forward, his gaze growing sharper.
Qingxue is not suited for you. So what if your Shen family has money? Could you save her life? Can you protect her and keep her safe?
His voice rose a pitch.
When we encountered a venomous snake in the mountains, it was I who tore the snake apart with my bare hands. When she had a high fever, it was I who pulled her back from the gates of hell with my silver needles!
And you? You were drinking tea in this mansion?
Ye Chen approached step by step, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes.
I, Ye Chen, have cultivated in the Kunlun Mountains since childhood, peerless in both medicine and martial arts. My master is an elder of the Profound Heaven Sect. With a single silver needle I can determine life and death, and with my fists I can shatter metal and stone!
Your Shen family's money is worse than scrap paper in my eyes.
After he finished speaking, he stood with his hands behind his back, his chin raised slightly.
This posture was exactly that of a genius who had just come down from the mountain, believing the whole world should kneel at his feet.
Su Qingxue did not stop Ye Chen's insolent remarks, and a flash of agreement even crossed her eyes.
Clearly, in her heart, Ye Chen had saved her life, whereas Shen Fei was merely a strange fiance arranged by her family.
The superiority and inferiority were immediately apparent.
The living room was quiet for a few seconds.
Shen Fei never stood up.
He simply sat on the sofa, looking at the man and woman in front of him.
Suddenly, he smiled.
It wasn't an angry sneer, nor a stifled, bitter smile.
But a genuine, relaxed smile from the bottom of his heart.
As if he had seen something amusing.
Break off the engagement?
Shen Fei finally spoke.
Su Qingxue frowned slightly, and Ye Chen's gaze focused.
Shen Fei picked up his teacup, took a slow, unhurried sip, and then set it down.
Sure.
As soon as this word left his mouth, Su Qingxue's pupils quivered slightly.
Ye Chen was also taken aback for a moment.
They had imagined many different scenarios.
Shen Fei flying into a rage, Shen Fei making threats, Shen Fei using his family's power to pressure them, or even Shen Fei attacking on the spot.
The only thing they hadn't expected was for him to agree so straightforwardly.
I agree to break off the engagement.
Shen Fei stood up and adjusted his cuffs.
He was 1.85 meters tall, with a slender build and a face so handsome it was almost unreal. The moment he stood up straight, an innate nobility naturally radiated from him.
Even Ye Chen couldn't help but take half a step back.
Shen Fei looked at Su Qingxue, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
However, it's not because you want to cancel it.
It's because you are unworthy.
These words, like a knife, stabbed directly into Su Qingxue's self-esteem.
Su Qingxue's expression changed drastically!
She was the universally acknowledged strong woman of Jinling. It had always been her rejecting others; when had anyone ever told her she was unworthy?
What did you say? Su Qingxue's voice turned cold.
Shen Fei ignored her. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed a number right in front of them.
Old Zhou, notify the finance department that all of the Shen family's investments in the Su Group are to be withdrawn immediately. All cooperative projects are to be terminated by the end of today.
The other end of the line was silent for a second.
Young Master, the Su Group currently has three projects relying on our funding, totaling over three hundred million. If we withdraw our capital now, the Su Group will...
Do my words require your questioning?
Shen Fei's tone was calm, but the person on the other end instantly fell silent.
Yes! Young Master! Executing immediately!
The call hung up.
The icy facade on Su Qingxue's face finally shattered, replaced by an obvious trace of panic.
Three hundred million!
The Shen family's investments accounted for nearly forty percent of the Su Group's operating capital. Once the funds were withdrawn, the Su Group would immediately face a broken capital chain!
Right at this moment, Su Qingxue's phone started vibrating crazily.
She looked down, and her expression completely changed.
Father Su was calling.
The Chief Financial Officer was calling.
Business partners were calling.
Message after message popped up.
President Su, the Shen family has notified us to terminate our cooperation!
Qingxue, something terrible has happened, the funds for all three projects have been frozen!
The Su Group's stock price has plummeted by forty percent in ten minutes!
The hand Su Qingxue used to hold her phone was trembling.
She jerked her head up to look at Shen Fei, a trace of wavering and regret finally appearing in her eyes.
But Shen Fei was no longer looking at her.
He turned around, his back to the two of them, his voice utterly indifferent.
The door is behind you. I won't see you out.
Ye Chen's face darkened to the extreme.
He never expected that this playboy crown prince he completely looked down upon would act so decisively and ruthlessly, without even a single second of hesitation!
You!
Ye Chen clenched his fists, the true qi within his body beginning to surge.
A Grandmaster-level aura suddenly erupted, making the teacups in the living room tremble slightly.
He was preparing to attack.
However, in the next second, Ye Chen's pupils shrank violently!
Four silhouettes appeared out of thin air in the four corners of the living room.
Clad in black and masked, their auras were concealed to the point of being nearly imperceptible. But the moment they unleashed their killing intent in unison, Ye Chen felt his scalp tingle, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up instantly!
Shadow guards!
And every single one of them was no weaker than him!
Ye Chen's fist froze in mid-air, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
Shen Fei never even turned his head.
"You want to make a move?"
His voice drifted over from the front, casual and understated.
"I advise you to think it through. This is the Shen family estate, not a place for you to run wild."
Ye Chen clenched his jaw, slowly lowering his fist.
He wasn't scared.
Rather, he knew full well that if he started a fight here today, he alone could never defeat four shadow guards.
Su Qingxue grabbed Ye Chen's arm, her face pale as she shook her head.
Ultimately, the two of them left the Shen family villa one after the other in a sorry state.
The moment the front doors closed, Shen Fei turned around.
There was not a shred of anger in his eyes; there was only the calm composure of a hunter watching his prey.
Just then, a cold, electronic voice exploded in his mind without warning.
[Ding!]
[Destined Villain System Activated!]
[Detecting that the host is in the core storyline of the Son of Fortune, Ye Chen. Identity assigned: Destined Villain.]
[Unlocking system functions...]
[Eye of Fortune: Enabled.]
[Villain Store: Enabled.]
[First Blood Mission Issued!]
Shen Fei raised an eyebrow slightly.
A translucent panel appeared in his line of sight.
On it was clearly written:
[First Blood Mission: Hunt down the Son of Fortune, Ye Chen]
[Mission Requirements: Deplete Ye Chen's Fortune Value to zero and kill him within 30 days.]
[Ye Chen's Current Fortune Value: 8888 (SSS-Rank)]
[Mission Rewards: Marrow-Cleansing Pill x1, Grandmaster Medical Inheritance x1, Golden Dragon of Fortune x1]
[Failure Penalty: System retrieval, Host obliteration.]
Looking at the staggeringly high number of 8888 on the panel, the corners of Shen Fei's mouth slowly curled up into a smirk.
An SSS-Rank Son of Fortune?
It certainly sounded intimidating.
But in Shen Fei's eyes, this was no invincible Chosen One.
This was a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
The higher the fortune, the richer the rewards.
Shen Fei walked to the window, gazing in the direction Su Qingxue and Ye Chen had left. He couldn't help but laugh inwardly as he spoke softly.
"Ye Chen? Heh."
"Being a villain doesn't seem like a bad idea after all..."
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