Chapter 53: That Kid Was Really Qin Feng

At the very moment Xia Yunge left Qin Feng Manor in a state of unease, across the city, in a sleek, modern penthouse overlooking the entire CBD, Ye Lingyun stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers white from gripping the whiskey glass. His composure had vanished, replaced by a grim mix of shock, humiliation, and fierce resentment.

"Ten billion… U. S. dollars… priority investment rights…" He chewed over these words again and again, each repetition feeling like an invisible slap across his face. Ye Lingyun, who had dominated the Capital for so many years—how had he ever been treated with such contempt? The other party hadn't even bothered to play the game; they had simply crushed all his schemes and bargaining chips with a cash flow so vast even the Ye Family could not match it!

He slammed back the entire glass in one gulp. The burning liquid scorched his throat but failed to quench the fire in his chest. He pulled out his phone and dialed an encrypted number.

"It's me." Ye Lingyun's voice carried suppressed fury. "Find everything on Qin Feng. Use all resources. Dig into his origins. Where did his money come from? Every person around him—Su Wenqian, Lin Wei, Tang Rou, Lin Xuan, Gu Qingcheng—I need their full backgrounds. And that 'Galaxy Technology' of his—how far has it progressed?"

A respectful reply came from the other end of the line.

After hanging up, Ye Lingyun took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. Anger solved nothing—it only clouded judgment. He began to reevaluate Qin Feng.

So young, in control of unimaginable wealth, surrounded by top-tier women from every field, acting with ruthless directness, neither bowing to nor defying official power, treating noble family legacies with utter disdain…

This was far more than just an ordinary billionaire.

"Could he… be a representative of some secret project from above? Or perhaps… he inherited something extraordinary?" Ye Lingyun frowned, his mind racing through possibilities. The absolute confidence and sense of control Qin Feng displayed didn't resemble a nouveau riche—it resembled someone who had long been accustomed to looking down upon all others from a higher dimension.

At that moment, his phone received a new message—from a friend he'd placed inside a special department. The message was simple, just one sentence:

【Abnormal Investigation Bureau's recent key observation target: Qin Feng. Assessment level: Extreme Risk, Extreme Value. Contact outcome: No substantive progress. Target is highly vigilant and background is mysterious. Recommendation: Exercise extreme caution.】

Upon reading this, Ye Lingyun's pupils contracted again.

Even the Abnormal Investigation Bureau had labeled him an "Extreme Risk, Extreme Value" target—and failed to make contact?

That kid was really Qin Feng?!

He had known Qin Feng wasn't ordinary, but only now, as he connected the dots—the financial market's upheavals, his calm composure in dealings with officialdom, the elite team surrounding him, and now the Abnormal Investigation Bureau's helplessness—did he truly realize the terrifying monster he was facing.

This was no longer an opponent his personal influence or the Ye Family could easily manipulate. The power and secrets he possessed might far exceed his imagination.

His earlier proposal for cooperation must have seemed like a clown's act in Qin Feng's eyes.

A chill rose in Ye Lingyun's chest, mixed with an even stronger urge to conquer and a burning curiosity. Far from retreating after seeing the truth, he became more determined than ever to uncover Qin Feng's secrets—and find a way to claim a share of his power.

If brute force wouldn't work, then soft tactics it must be. Xia Yunge… might be a promising opening.

He recalled the unmasked look in Xia Yunge's eyes when she gazed at Qin Feng—and Qin Feng's unprecedented agreement to attend her concert.

"Yun Ge, Yun Ge… I hope this pawn of yours can play a role no one expects…" Ye Lingyun stared out at the glittering city lights, his eyes gleaming with calculation.

He picked up his phone again and dialed another number, his tone returning to its usual warmth: "Hello, Yun Ge? It's me, Ye Lingyun. Earlier at Mr. Qin's place, I was too abrupt—I said some inappropriate things. Don't take it to heart… About the concert, I'd like to confirm a few details with you, and by the way, I've prepared a little Gift for you…"

The call ended in an atmosphere of apparent harmony.

Ye Lingyun set down his phone, a faint smile returning to his lips—this time deeper, more dangerous.

He realized: the game with Qin Feng had only just begun. And the stakes… were likely far greater than he'd imagined.

That kid was really Qin Feng… Interesting. Extremely interesting.