Chapter 78: The Xuan Family No Longer Exists

The sunrise rose, dispelling the city's night, but not the gloom hanging over the Xuan Family.

Only a dozen or so hours had passed, but for the Xuan Family, it felt like enduring a century-scale catastrophe.

Inside the Xuan family villa, the once-luxurious furnishings now seemed glaringly harsh, as if every object silently mocked their downfall. Xuan Mingcheng slumped in the expensive leather boss chair in his study, staring blankly at the Ceiling, his hair now half-white overnight.

On the desk lay several documents that had just arrived.

The top one was Yaofeng Capital's "Offer Agreement for the Comprehensive Acquisition of Xuan Shi Group's Core Assets." The terms, as Qin Feng had said, were a 10% premium over the current market valuation—for the Xuan Family, now teetering on collapse, this was even a "lifeline," a straw that might let them retain some cash before total ruin, avoiding crushing debt. But this straw also meant every industry, connection, and foundation the Xuan Family had built over decades would be handed over to others.

"Dad… are we… really only left with signing?" Xuan Hao stood beside him, pale-faced, voice dry. He had lost all his former arrogance, like a quail drenched in rain. He had tried contacting his former "brothers," but they either ignored his calls, gave vague answers, or outright mocked him for being reckless and provoking someone he shouldn't have. The coldness of reality had utterly shattered his illusions.

Xuan Mingcheng did not answer. Instead, he slowly turned his gaze to another document on the desk—the emergency financial report hastily compiled overnight by the Chief Financial Officer. The shocking red figures showed that within just the few hours from last night to early morning, multiple banks had formally issued demand letters for repayment; nearly all core partners unilaterally terminated cooperation; the stock price had plummeted to its daily limit and been forcibly suspended… The Xuan Family's capital chain had completely snapped. If they refused the acquisition, bankruptcy and liquidation awaited them—then they might truly lose everything, even sink under massive debt.

"Sign…" Xuan Mingcheng's voice rasped like a broken bellows, "we'll still keep some money… if we don't sign, we'll have to jump off a building."

With trembling hands, he picked up the Montblanc pen that had signed countless high-value contracts. The tip hovered above the signature line, yet felt as heavy as a thousand catties. One stroke—and the Xuan Family would truly cease to exist.

In the end, the pen still came down. The crooked signature resembled the final struggle of a dying man.

Almost at the exact moment he signed, the study door was knocked on. The Secretary entered, her expression complex as she reported: "Chairman Xuan… several gentlemen have arrived downstairs. They say they're from Yaofeng Capital's Handover Team."

The efficiency was suffocating.

Xuan Mingcheng closed his eyes and weakly waved his hand.

Minutes later, several men and women in sharp business attire entered the study, their expressions stern. The leader, expressionless, retrieved the signed agreement, then began skillfully inventorying the study's assets—computers, file cabinet keys… The entire process was efficient, cold, and devoid of any unnecessary words.

Xuan Hao watched as these people rummaged through his home as if it were their own. A wave of crushing humiliation surged through him. He wanted to rush forward and protest, but Xuan Mingcheng held him back with iron grip.

"What more do you want from our Xuan Family?! We've given you everything! Isn't that enough?!" Xuan Hao finally couldn't hold back, screaming.

The Handover Team's leader glanced at him, calm and indifferent, as if observing an insignificant object: "Mr. Xuan Hao, according to our investigation, you personally own three sports cars, as well as multiple properties, jewelry, and luxury watches under your name and those of your associates. Their funding sources are tied to illegal fund embezzlement and benefit transfers by Xuan Shi Group. These items fall outside the acquisition agreement and must be legally reclaimed."

Xuan Hao was struck as if by lightning, collapsing to the floor. All the symbols he had flaunted were already fully exposed.

"Also," the leader continued, voice still flat, "Mr. Qin asked me to pass on a message: Some circles cannot be entered by merely owning luxury goods and putting on airs. Mind your own conduct."

These words were the final straw that crushed Xuan Hao. He collapsed on the floor, weeping uncontrollably—whether from lost wealth or the utter shattering of his dignity, he could not tell.

On the same day, major financial sections and local news outlets published breaking reports:

"Breaking! Yaofeng Capital Rapidly Acquires Core Assets of Xuan Shi Group!"

"Former Local Tyrant Xuan Family Departs in Shame; Mysterious Capital Giant Emerges?"

"Business Landscape Reshaped: Xuan Shi Group Becomes History!"

The reports mentioned no specific reasons behind the acquisition—only cold, clinical financial data and analysis. But within elite circles, the story of Qin Feng avenging his sister by casually crushing the Xuan Family had quietly spread, sparking shock and deep caution. Everyone understood: a new, untouchable behemoth had just revealed its sharp fangs.

As for the Lin family, after witnessing the Xuan Family's tragic downfall and Xuan Hao's cruel betrayal, their last hope vanished. Lin Weiwei was taken away by police on charges of intentional harm, facing legal judgment and the brutal reality of losing all her supports. Lin Daqiang and his wife returned to their dilapidated home, filled with endless regret, their future bleak.

Those who had once appeared "glamorous" through false glimmers and dependence on others were, before true power, nothing but bubbles—easily popped, scattered by a single breath.

The Xuan Family no longer exists.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng, standing higher, received the report of the acquisition's completion. He simply murmured "Mm," then put the matter behind him. To him, it wasn't even an interlude.

His gaze had already turned to the system interface, to the grand blueprint of the Cornerstone Project.

His Empire had only just begun to lay its foundation.