Chapter 5: Shocking! An Eighty-Year-Old Lady with a Full Arm Tattoo Stuns the Streets!

Early the next morning.

The bustling CBD commercial district in Jiang City.

In front of a commercial building, flower baskets sent by Lu Zeyan’s friends to celebrate the grand opening were neatly arranged.

Qin Jingshu had agreed to start a company with Lu Zeyan because the Qin family wouldn’t let him into their own. After graduating, he was also sanctioned by them. With the Qin family manipulating things behind the scenes, he faced obstacles everywhere, and no company was willing to hire him, resulting in him accomplishing nothing since graduation.

Later, he realized the Qin family simply wanted to turn him into a useless person so that his elder brothers would have one less rival for the family inheritance.

Qin Jingshu once thought he might as well muddle through life, eating and drinking until death, since no one cared about him anyway. But Lu Zeyan told him he shouldn’t let those people get their way. He should take back everything that belonged to him. Whether others cared or not didn’t matter—he had to live for himself.

Only then did he and Lu Zeyan co-found this investment company.

Looking at Lu Zeyan, who had arrived early with a proud spring breeze on his face, Qin Jingshu stepped forward and asked coldly, “Why didn’t you go easy on my grandma at the court yesterday?”

Lu Zeyan didn’t expect Qin Jingshu to still remember that. He had thought Qin Jingshu was cold toward all his family members, his grandma included.

It seemed that unless the old lady passed away soon, Qin Jingshu might go soft on the Qin family.

Lu Zeyan smiled. “I did go easy on her. Think about it—if I hadn’t, how could she possibly have won? I only pretended to go all out so she’d feel I was taking her seriously and not patronizing her.”

The gloom between Qin Jingshu’s brows faded considerably.

After explaining, Lu Zeyan patted his shoulder and sighed deeply. “I’m your only true brother. How could you doubt me? Besides, do I look like the kind of man who’d bully a defenseless elderly lady?”

Qin Jingshu looked at him but ultimately said nothing.

Maybe he had misunderstood. Lu Zeyan didn’t seem like the type to bully the elderly—especially not his own grandma.

Lu Zeyan was already used to Qin Jingshu’s quiet and reserved nature and didn’t mind.

He glanced at the time on his watch, then looked at Qin Jingshu’s cold face and said with a smile, “After the opening ceremony, I have an important meeting at my company. The new business will be entirely in your hands. I believe you’ll do great.”

After the ceremony, as Lu Zeyan left, Qin Jingshu watched his retreating figure and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

An outsider could trust him enough to hand over an entire company, yet his own family feared he’d compete for the inheritance and heartlessly crushed his future. How ridiculous.

Shortly after Lu Zeyan left, the receptionist downstairs rushed up in a panic, bursting into the office without even catching her breath. “President Qin, something’s happened downstairs! A group of people is causing trouble! They say your second brother Qin He sent them!”

Qin Jingshu’s hands clenched tightly at his sides, veins bulging at his temples, his face clouded with rage.

He had already moved out of the Qin family home and never stepped foot in the Qin company, yet his older brothers still wouldn’t let him go?

Lu Zeyan was right. His tolerance only emboldened those who bullied him!

He hurried downstairs to the lobby. The flower baskets that had been neatly arranged were now knocked over, flowers strewn everywhere. The company’s security guards lay groaning on the ground, as useless as ever.

Frowning, he asked the receptionist, “Did you call the police?”

The girl shrank her neck and nervously replied, “N-no… they said they were from your second brother, so… we didn’t dare call.”

Qin Jingshu looked up, his eyes cold and dark as he stared at the thugs in the lobby—and at the black sports car parked just outside the glass doors.

That car was one of only five in the world, and the only one in China. It was Qin He’s latest obsession.

Soon, a tall figure stepped out of the car. The man wore a black casual outfit, sunglasses, and had one hand in his pocket, exuding a lazy arrogance.

Who else could it be but his dear second brother, Qin He?

Inside, a thug with a scar between his brows flexed his tattooed arm—an intimidating white tiger—and glared menacingly at everyone as he provocatively announced:

“Second Boss Qin says if you want to open for business today, that brat Qin Jingshu has to hand over his five percent of Qin family shares. Otherwise, your company can forget about opening!”

Qin Jingshu let out a cold laugh and slowly nodded. So today, his second brother wanted to push him completely into a corner.

As the thug finished speaking, someone suddenly gave his shoulder two heavy slaps.

Frowning, the thug turned around—only to meet Qin He’s gaze behind his sunglasses.

Qin He gave a careless smile. “Know who I am?”

Annoyed, the thug snapped, “Who the hell are you? You looking to di—Ah!”

Before he could finish, a fist landed squarely on his face.

Qin He brushed imaginary dust off his hand, his smirk carrying a dangerous edge. “Don’t even know who I am, and you dare pretend to be my man, causing trouble for my little brother? You must be tired of living.”

Qin Jingshu looked on, stunned. His second brother… wasn’t here to cause trouble? These people weren’t sent by him?

The thug now realized who he was dealing with—this was the “Second Boss Qin” he had just mentioned. But he didn’t care. He was only here because someone paid him to cause trouble. The client had said, no matter who showed up, he had to wreck the opening ceremony.

Clutching his face, the thug gritted his teeth and shouted, “Brothers! Keep smashing!”

“Stop right there!”

A steady, commanding elderly voice suddenly rang out. Everyone froze and turned toward the entrance.

Two well-dressed bodyguards opened the door. An old lady with white hair stepped in, wearing a black cropped top that exposed her midriff and a chunky gold chain around her neck.

Everyone was stunned!

But it wasn’t the old lady’s youthful and trendy outfit that shocked them—it was the vivid dragon tattoos on both her arms, extending over her shoulders, exuding a fierce aura that swept through the entire lobby like a wave of senior gangster energy!

Behind the old lady followed a swarm of burly, well-trained professional bodyguards.

Everyone: “!!??”

Oh my god, whose grandma is this? She’s so hardcore!

Lin Qingqing proudly curled her lips. Her long night with the tattoo artist had paid off.

To be honest, with the right price, the results were amazing—the tattoos looked so real that even when she looked in the mirror last night, she thought they were real.

Grandchildren, prepare to be amazed by your awesome grandma!

[System Notification: Congratulations to the host for gaining 20 surprise points. You can now be 2 years younger. Current physical age: 66 years old.]

Lin Qingqing lifted her arm and ordered the guards behind her, “Grab them all. Don’t let a single one escape!”