The next morning, as soon as Chen Jiuyang woke up, he heard the sounds of gongs and drums and mournful cries outside his door.
He walked out and saw that it was Huang Liangbo and others attending a funeral procession, about to inter the deceased.
Old village chief Huang, a white-haired man seeing off his black-haired son, was being supported as he walked and cried, his grief heart-wrenching.
Seeing this scene, Chen Jiuyang sneered repeatedly.
He walked up and said, "Old village chief, with such a fine coffin, I fear your son and his companions will not be able to be interred today."
Upon seeing Chen Jiuyang, Old Village Chief Huang screamed as if he had seen a ghost, "How can you possibly still be alive?"
Chen Jiuyang scoffed, "It seems that as people age, their minds become less sharp. I, Chen Jiuyang, have always been well. I don't know where you heard the false news that I was dead, and even deceived my mother."
"You old fool have truly lived a useless life."
Old Village Chief Huang's expression turned grim. "Chen Jiuyang, today is my son's funeral. I hope you won't cause trouble."
Chen Jiuyang replied, "I won't cause trouble. It's just that your son is still using such a fine coffin; I doubt he has the fortune for it."
Old Village Chief Huang said angrily, "Chen Jiuyang, don't be too arrogant. Even if my son and his companions owed your family and did many wrong things during their lives, they are dead now. Can't you let them go?"
Chen Jiuyang casually picked at his ear with a finger and asked, "What did you say?"
Old Village Chief Huang trembled with anger, "You!"
Chen Jiuyang said in a low voice, "Old man, you took two million from the Bai family and traded my sister's college entrance examination information. I gave you a final chance, and you didn't cherish it. Do you still expect your family to have a peaceful end?"
Old Village Chief Huang's face suddenly turned pale. He turned and quickly left Chen Jiuyang's doorstep, following the funeral procession.
Qingzhu Mountain was vast, and Qingzhu Village still retained the custom of earth burial. Those who died in Qingzhu Village were buried on a small slope beside Qingzhu Mountain.
Chen Jiuyang stood at his doorstep, watching the funeral procession recede with a cold smile. In less than half an hour,
"Ah!"
A piercing scream echoed from afar. A while later, the funeral party ran back the way they came, all pale-faced, shouting like madmen:
"Run! The Huang family has offended the mountain god and they are not allowed to bury the dead!"
"So many snakes and insects, I'm scared to death."
"What great evil has the Huang family committed that even the mountain god won't let their family be buried!"
Old Village Chief Huang's face was deathly pale. With tears streaming down his face, he knelt before Chen Jiuyang and cried out with all his might, "Chen Jiuyang, what do you want to do to let my Huang family go?"
Chen Jiuyang said indifferently, "What does this have to do with me? It is your Huang family that has done heinous deeds and angered the mountain god."
"Good and evil in the human world will eventually be rewarded. You should just go back and live out your old age waiting for death."
"This Qingzhu Village does not recognize your Huang family."
With that, Chen Jiuyang turned and went back into his house.
After Yao Zixuan woke up, she immediately took her laptop to check various business data.
Chen Jiuyang asked, "Zixuan, what are you doing?"
Yao Zixuan replied, "I am inventorying and controlling the Yao family's various assets."
"Yao Dexing is definitely not the only one in the family who has betrayed us. My grandfather has convened everyone to review and purge the family."
Chen Jiuyang glanced at the Yao family's assets, which amounted to hundreds of billions, making him gasp, "The Yao family is indeed a great clan with hundreds of years of heritage."
"All assets are under my grandfather's name. Now they are to be gradually transferred to me, and I will start with the simpler ones."
Chen Jiuyang nodded, "It seems your grandfather truly intends for you to be the next family head. He is already paving the way for you."
Yao Zixuan chuckled and suddenly threw herself into Chen Jiuyang's arms, "This is all my future dowry."
With the warmth and softness in his embrace, Chen Jiuyang couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart. He held her waist, feeling her softness, and squinted, "The old man wants to tie me to the Yao family's chariot."
Yao Zixuan pouted, let out a displeased hum, and then picked up her laptop to continue her work.
At this moment, his sister Chen Yating called.
"Little sister, what's wrong?"
Chen Yating cried on the phone, "Brother, I was beaten."
Chen Jiuyang's brows furrowed. "What happened?"
Chen Yating sobbed, "The student council president at school took a liking to me and wanted to date me, but I refused. He kept harassing me. After I rejected him in front of many people, several students from the same dormitory building, juniors and seniors, dragged me into the restroom and slapped me."
"Brother, I feel so wronged, sob, sob. I just don't want to date, and they beat me."
"Lawless!" Chen Jiuyang roared, his eyes filled with rage. "Little sister, wait for me. I'm coming to school to stand up for you."
For families like theirs, from rural backgrounds, dating casually in college could easily affect their studies and future.
If it were mutual affection, Chen Jiuyang might have tolerated it.
But for a mere student council president to force his sister to date him, and then incite others to beat his sister when she refused, was this still the behavior of students? Was there any law?
Chen Jiuyang, along with Deng Zun, drove directly to Fengcheng Medical College.
Fengcheng Medical College.
In Chen Yating's dormitory.
Chen Yating's face was swollen and red, and her clothes had footprints in several places. She was crying, while her roommates tried to comfort her.
"Xiao Ting, that student council president is the son of a professor at the school. It's actually a good thing that he likes you."
"Yes, we are in a combined undergraduate and postgraduate program. Our teachers are at least professors."
"Xiao Ting, if you offend the professor, your next seven years will be difficult."
Her roommates were all persuading Chen Yating. If Chen Yating completely offended the professor's son, they, as ordinary college students in the same dormitory, would also suffer.
Chen Yating cried, "I know what you mean. It's okay, I've already called my brother. He will help me."
"Your brother?"
Her roommates asked, "Who is your brother?" Everyone was curious.
Chen Yating replied, "My brother is a fifth-year student."
The roommates' eyes immediately showed disappointment. Just an ordinary fifth-year student, what use could he be when he arrived?
Undergraduate, Master's, Doctorate, and then professors. And professors at Fengcheng Medical College were important figures.
What could an ordinary fifth-year student, who was just an undergraduate, do?
"Bang!"
The dormitory door was kicked open. Several people, dressed somewhat flashily, wearing small suits and student council badges around their necks, entered Chen Yating's dormitory.
It was these women who had beaten Chen Yating. Upon seeing them, Chen Yating's face turned pale, and she leaned back slightly. Her roommates also moved away from Chen Yating, fearing they would be implicated.
The woman in the lead was the Minister of Hygiene of the Student Council. She said coldly,
"Chen Yating, come with me. The president wants to see you downstairs!"
Chen Yating immediately started crying sadly and was forcibly dragged out of the dormitory by the group.