One person: Go talk to my Rumble-Rumble Fruit!

A glint appeared in Wang Bing's eyes.

He was the last male heir of the Wang family.

So, he wants revenge!

Even if they can't kill Lin Shen.

We should also disgust him.

We'll take a piece of his flesh too!

But his family members are just ordinary people, aren't they...?

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Chapter 104 Going to Wang Ye's House

Meanwhile, after returning to Beijing, Lin Shen only met with Lin Yuliang once.

The impact Lin Shen caused this time was more severe than imagined. After all, the Wang family is not only one of the four great families in the world of supernatural beings, but also one of the aristocratic families that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Lin Yuliang said to Lin Shen, "You can go anywhere, but you can't leave Beijing. You'll have to stay in Beijing for the time being!"

Lin Shen: "Oh."

I think Wang Ye's family is also in Beijing...

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The hustle and bustle of Wangfujing was shut out by the vermilion gate.

Lin Shen stood before the ebony gate that exuded an air of wealth and nobility, his knuckles tapping on the cold brass animal-head door knocker, producing a soft, resonant sound.

He was dressed in a simple dark tracksuit, looking travel-worn and out of place in this ornate, heavily guarded mansion.

The door opened a crack, revealing a sleepy-eyed, unshaven face.

When Wang Ye's eyes, which always seemed a little dazed and lazy, focused on Lin Shen, they instantly shone with unbelievable brilliance.

"Holy crap! Lin Shen?!"

Wang Ye flung open the door, his voice rising with undisguised elation, like a man dying of thirst in the desert seeing an oasis, "Is it really you?! What are you doing in Beijing? Come in, come in!"

He grabbed Lin Shen's wrist with astonishing force and pulled him in without saying a word.

Passing through the hanging flower gate and around the exquisite screen wall, a bright and open view suddenly appears before you.

A typical Beijing-style mansion, with covered corridors connecting the grand main house and side rooms.

As soon as I entered the lobby, a slightly shrill female voice drifted over, filled with impatience and scrutiny:

"Hey Wang Ye, where did you pick this 'friend' from? I've told you so many times, not just anyone can be brought into our house. These days you can only know a person's face, not their heart. Bringing back some shady characters, what if..."

The speaker was a young woman dressed in silk loungewear with exquisite makeup, who was leaning against a mahogany armchair applying nail polish without even lifting her eyelids.

This is Wang Ye's sister-in-law.

The man sitting on the sofa next to him, Wang Yi, Wang Ye's older brother, put down his tablet computer, his brows furrowing as usual. His gaze swept over Lin Shen several times like a searchlight, from his simple sneakers to the worn backpack on his shoulder, his disdain and indifference almost overflowing.

"Tsk," Wang Yi snorted, his tone icy. "Third brother, you're not getting any younger. You're always so irresponsible. You should consider the social standing of your friends. Don't bring just any Tom, Dick, or Harry home. This isn't a shelter. Dad's health has just improved recently, so don't upset him."

He picked up the blue-and-white porcelain bowl and slowly skimmed off the foam, his posture perfectly controlled.

Wang Ye's joy was instantly overshadowed by a shadow. He tightened his grip on Lin Shen's wrist, about to retort, but Lin Shen gently patted the back of his hand, signaling him to calm down.

“Brother, sister-in-law,” Wang Ye took a deep breath, his voice not loud, but clearly drowning out the soft click of the nail polish bottle cap and the clinking of the porcelain bowl. He pointed to Lin Shen beside him, a faint, slightly mischievous smile playing on his lips. “This person is no ordinary nobody.” He paused deliberately, noticing the impatient looks from his brother and sister-in-law, and then uttered the name that carried immense weight in the world of supernatural beings:

"He is Lin Shen, the successor of the Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

However, they didn't care about the Celestial Master's Mansion or anything like that.

Wang Yi said, "What do you mean by Celestial Master's Mansion? I don't care. What happens in your circle is your own business. Don't bring trouble home."

Wang Ye seemed to have lost all his tricks and said, "Okay, his father is Lin Yuliang."

The three characters “Lin Yuliang” are like three pebbles thrown into a deep pool.

Wang Yi lost his grip on the blue-and-white porcelain bowl, and the lid fell directly onto the expensive Persian carpet, rolling twice.

The scalding tea splashed all over his hand, but he didn't even notice. He suddenly stood up from the sofa, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Lin Shen, as if trying to see a flower bloom on his face.

"Oh my god!" Wang Ye's sister-in-law exclaimed even more dramatically. With a tremor of her hand, the bottle of bright red nail polish slipped from her grasp and smashed onto the smooth teak floor, leaving a small, glaring red mark.

She didn't care anymore, and hurriedly stood up. The slight harshness and impatience on her face were instantly replaced by an almost fawning, extremely eager smile. Her ability to change her expression so quickly was truly remarkable.

"Oh dear! Look at my loose tongue! I deserve a beating!" The sister-in-law rushed forward, her face beaming with a smile that could bloom on its own, her voice sickeningly sweet, "So you're Secretary Lin's son! Oh dear, look at this, it's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple, we're family members who don't recognize each other! I'm so sorry for the neglect! Please, have a seat! Please, have a seat of honor!"

As she spoke, she glared at the nanny who was still standing there in a daze: "What are you standing there for! Hurry up and get out that jar of pre-Qingming Longjing tea that my dad treasures! Use that Ding kiln white porcelain cup to brew it! And go and bring over the almond milk and pea flour cake that were just made in the kitchen! The best of them!" The nanny trembled at the shout and quickly ran off.

Wang Yi finally came to his senses. The arrogance on his face had vanished without a trace, leaving only embarrassment and a hint of barely perceptible awe.

Ignoring his scalded hands and the fallen tea lid, he forced an extremely unnatural smile and even bowed slightly: "Master Lin... Master Lin, my apologies! I'm so sorry! It's really too impolite! Third brother, really, why didn't you give us a heads-up before you came? We could have made some preparations... Please, have a seat!"

He hurriedly straightened the cushions on the sofa and then wiped the already spotless armrests with his sleeve.

The atmosphere in the lobby instantly shifted from cold indifference to near-boiling enthusiasm and cautiousness.

As Wang Ye watched this dramatic scene unfold, the mockery in the curve of his lips deepened.

He pulled Lin Shen to sit down on the main sofa in the center, then plopped down beside him, reverting to his lazy demeanor, as if the person who had just been so overjoyed to have dragged him in was someone else entirely.

The nanny quickly brought tea and snacks. The tea in the Ding kiln white porcelain cups was clear and bright, with a lingering fragrance.

Exquisite plates of pastries filled the small table. The elder brother and sister-in-law stood to one side, smiling and racking their brains to find topics to talk about, from polite conversation about the weather in Beijing to the prestige of the Celestial Master's Mansion. The atmosphere was so warm it was almost fake.

Lin Shen remained calm, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and neither flattered nor ignored his brother and sister-in-law's deliberate attempts to please him, but simply nodded slightly.

His gaze occasionally swept over Wang Ye, with a questioning look in his eyes.

While his brother and sister-in-law were busy directing the nanny to add tea and water and arrange the snacks, Wang Ye leaned slightly towards Lin Shen, speaking rapidly in a whisper that only the two of them could hear. His previously nonchalant and lazy demeanor vanished, replaced by deep worry and icy anger:

"Lin Shen, do me a favor. Someone's coming to my house."

Lin Shen's fingers, holding the teacup, paused almost imperceptibly. His eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the sharp, cold glint that flashed in his eyes.

He calmly and gently placed the teacup back onto the gilded saucer, making a soft clinking sound, as if he had simply been listening more attentively.

"It's fine if you mess with me," Wang Ye's voice was even lower, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling undertone of having his bottom line crossed. "Martial arts feuds are settled by skill, and I, Wang Ye, will accept them. But messing with my family..."

His hands, resting on his knees, had knuckles that were slightly white from the force he was exerting.

He raised his eyes, his gaze quickly sweeping over his brother and sister-in-law, who were still busily greeting him, before confirming that their attention was temporarily drawn to the busy nanny. He continued in a breathy, hurried voice, "Things haven't been peaceful at home lately. Dad suddenly fainted a while ago, and the hospital couldn't find anything wrong. He just won't wake up; he's like a living dead. The other night, my brother came back from a business dinner, and his car inexplicably went out of control on the side road, almost crashing into the median. The driver said the steering wheel felt frozen; he couldn't turn it at all! My sister-in-law... she went to the beauty salon yesterday, and the serum she was trying suddenly turned into a strong acid. If she hadn't had a small cut on her hand that day and cried out in pain when it got on her, half her face would have been ruined!"

Wang Ye's speech quickened, and bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes: "It's not a coincidence. I can feel something lurking in the shadows, very sinister and cold, like... a venomous snake hiding in the grass, specifically targeting their 'life force'! The methods are extremely vicious, not like killing them, but more like... torture, slowly suffocating them!"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and looked at Lin Shen with unprecedented earnestness and determination: "I've investigated myself, but the other party is too well hidden, and... I'm worried it's a diversionary tactic. I need a helper, someone who can keep things under control and expose that rat hiding in the gutter! Lin Shen, I know you've just gone through the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, and I shouldn't trouble you at this time, but..."

Wang Ye's voice choked for a moment, and he didn't finish speaking, but the anxiety in his eyes and the heavy entrustment he was carrying said it all.

In this seemingly prosperous and peaceful mansion, an invisible dark cloud has long been looming, and deadly fangs are quietly approaching his most cherished family.

Lin Shen listened quietly, his face remaining calm and undisturbed.

But as he picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips again, an extremely subtle, leaping blue-white arc of electricity flashed almost imperceptibly across the surface of the clear tea, disappearing in an instant, so fast that it seemed like an illusion of light and shadow.

He put down the teacup, the bottom of the cup touching the saucer with a crisp, steady sound.

He didn't look at Wang Ye; his gaze seemed to fall casually on an ancient, leafy locust tree in the courtyard outside the window. His voice was calm and even, yet it clearly reached Wang Ye's ears, carrying a reassuring and steady strength.

"Okay. Where to begin?"

Wang Ye's tense body relaxed almost imperceptibly, and his tightly clenched fist quietly loosened.

He picked up the cup of tea in front of him, which had long since gone cold, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp, as if trying to suppress the dryness in his throat and the turmoil in his heart.

When he put the cup down again, his usual lazy smile returned to his face, but deep in his eyes, a cold and sharp edge, like a drawn sword, was no longer concealed.

"No rush," Wang Ye's voice returned to its normal tone, even carrying a hint of a smile, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Have some tea first. Your sister-in-law's almond milk is quite good, you should try it."

He picked up a delicate pastry and handed it to Lin Shen, as if the heavy plea for help concerning his family's lives had never happened.

Lin Shen took the pastries, but his gaze seemed to casually sweep over the valuable Patek Philippe watch on Wang Yi's wrist, then over the dazzling diamond necklace around his sister-in-law's neck, and finally settled on a seemingly inconspicuous, slightly worn blue and white porcelain vase in the corner of the hall.

The porcelain vase had a warm, lustrous glaze and was decorated with the common lotus scroll pattern. It stood quietly on a high mahogany table, appearing simple and even somewhat out of place compared to the luxurious surroundings.

Under the shadow of his cuff, unnoticed by anyone, a few thin, blue-white arcs of electricity silently leaped from his fingertips, like the most sensitive probes, quietly spreading out to capture every unusual flow of "qi" in this magnificent mansion.

Beneath the calm surface of the tea, a silent hunt has already begun. The wind seems to have stopped. The ancient locust tree outside the window remains motionless.

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Chapter 105 Even if the sky falls, my dad will protect me.

As dusk settles, the glitz and clamor of Wangfujing gradually subsides, while a different kind of vibrant life emerges from the depths of the alleyways.

The intense aroma of charcoal fire forcefully pierced the cool early autumn night, while the strong scent of cumin, chili powder, and oil bursting and blending under the high temperature enveloped everything like an invisible net.

Wang Ye led Lin Shen to a roadside barbecue stall with a large red and blue striped sunshade.

The simple folding table and chairs were greasy and shiny, and bamboo skewers and crumpled tissues were scattered on the floor.

The clamor of voices, along with the sizzling of grilled skewers, the shouts of people playing drinking games, the clinking of beer bottles, and the owner's loud, boisterous recitation of the menu... all converged into a surging torrent of street life.

"Sit wherever you like!" Wang Ye dragged over two plastic stools, casually wiping the oil stains left on the table with the back of his hand. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and looked at Lin Shen with a mischievous gaze. "Tsk, Master Lin, I'm sorry to trouble you! You are the future pillar of the Celestial Master's Mansion, so precious and noble. Can you get used to this place where we common folk stay? Why don't we go to a Michelin-starred place like Jade Spring Villa and serve you there?" He deliberately dragged out his words, with obvious mockery.

Lin Shen glanced at him expressionlessly, sat down opposite him, picked up the rough toilet paper roll on the table, pulled out a section, and vigorously wiped the greasiest area of ​​the table in front of him.

The paper was instantly soaked through and stained yellow.

"Why can't we eat it?" Lin Shen tossed the greasy crumpled paper into the trash can at his feet, his voice calm and emotionless. "Michelin-starred food is food, and the meat skewers here are meat."

"Hey! Clear and transparent!"

Wang Ye slapped his thigh, his smile widening, and shouted towards the smoky grill, "Brother Liu! Same old rules, fifty skewers of lamb, twenty skewers of lamb kidney, ten skewers of beef tendon, two large eggplants, lots of garlic and extra spicy! And bring a case of ice-cold beer first!"

The owner, a bald man wearing a shiny leather apron, turned around at the sound of the voice. When he saw Wang Ye, a familiar smile spread across his dark red face: "Oh! Wang Ye! A rare guest! Alright! I'll serve you right away!"

Soon, bunches of meat skewers, accompanied by billowing smoke and rich spices, were served.

The glistening chunks of meat trembled slightly on the iron skewers, their brownish edges sizzling with tiny bubbles of oil.

Fine water droplets quickly condensed on the walls of the chilled green beer bottle.