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"I... need to go back. I still have to head to my hometown early tomorrow!"

Qin Yu said with a laugh, unable to help feeling a mixture of emotions.

"It won't take too much of your time, just a short-stay room, let's make it quick and decisive!"

After saying this, Liu Xiaoxiao pulled Qin Yu across the square to a hotel opposite, where they rented a short-stay room.

After getting the room card, they took the elevator to the room door.

Click...

As soon as they entered, Liu Xiaoxiao turned off the lights. Soft lips fiercely pressed against his.

In the dark, human senses are easily amplified to infinity.

The scent in his nose, the sounds in his ears, all of it made Qin Yu's blood surge downward with force.

Fireworks blazed outside, while inside, the spring atmosphere was boundless.

Only after a good while did they calm down.

"I need to go back..."

Qin Yu was actually somewhat reluctant to leave; tonight felt different for him. But with his limited experience in this area, he couldn't discern any particular reason why.

"Hmm, take it slow on the road. I should head home too, my dad wants me to wait for him to watch the New Year's Gala!"

Liu Xiaoxiao kissed Qin Yu on the forehead.

"Bye..."

Qin Yu got dressed quickly, glanced at the languid woman on the sofa, and walked out the door.

When he returned to the suburban manor, it was exactly midnight.

The old Master Yan was setting off fireworks with others, boom, boom, continuously shooting into the sky.

He also held a stack of red envelopes, one for everyone.

"Xiao Yu, you're back. Here, a red envelope for you, may you have great luck and great profit!"

Old Master Yan handed a red envelope to Qin Yu.

"Thank you, grandfather. I wish you a happy New Year, good health, and a long life!"

Qin Yu said with a smile as he took the red envelope.

"Hehe, good, good!"

Old Master Yan patted Qin Yu on the arm and then turned to distribute red envelopes to the manor's bodyguards and servants.

In the end, everyone had a bowl of glutinous rice balls before returning to their rooms to sleep.

The next day.

Qin Yu drove, taking his father, Zhou Cuiping, his sister, and Old Master Yan, just enough for one car, and left the urban area to head for his hometown.

Previously, there was no road in the village, but after Grandpa Qin cured Old Master Yan, Yan Mingyu financed the construction of an asphalt road as a gesture of gratitude.

As a result, young villagers working outside had all driven their cars back to the village entrance.

Now that the economy was better, almost every household had a car, differing only in grade. Some bought practical minivans, those a bit better off purchased luxury sedans.

Huh, who got rich and is driving a Land Rover?

Just as Qin Yu parked his car, he saw a Land Rover not far away that looked pricey—at least two million or so, which was definitely considered a luxury car in the countryside.

Some uncles and aunties, cracking sunflower seeds, gossiped and pointed in this direction.

In the countryside, a car represents the face of a family, and they were likely discussing which family had the better car.

Vroom vroom...

From behind the village, there were intermittent sounds of mechanical vibrations.

Perplexed, Qin Yu approached an uncle and asked, "Happy New Year, Uncle Li, who is building a house and not stopping even on the first day of the New Year?"

"Oh, Xiao Yu, you're back!"

As Grandpa Qin had been the village's barefoot doctor for half a lifetime, most folks had benefited from his kindness and were naturally warm toward his only grandson, Qin Yu.

Uncle Li greeted him with a big smile before explaining, "You don't know? Phoenix Village is going to be developed, they're making it a tourist attraction. Many houses will be demolished, and we can move to the city!"

"Oh, that's great!"

Qin Yu felt genuinely happy that his village was developing and flourishing.

"Do you know who's in charge of the tourism project?"

Old Li asked in a secretive manner.

"I have no idea!"

Qin Yu shook his head. He had been in the provincial city recently, and since his grandfather had passed away, he really wasn't very familiar with the situation in the village.

"Chen Dahu from the Chen Family, that guy made something of himself, became the boss of a development company. He came back and even gave a thousand-yuan red envelope to each of the elders over sixty in the village! Unlike my worthless son, over forty and still doesn't have a wife!"

Old Li's face was full of envy.

"Chen Dahu?"

Qin Yu was definitely not unfamiliar with him, because they had met the previous night, and he had given him a lesson for trying to harass Liu Xiaoxiao.

"Yeah, he came back last night after midnight, brought two wives with him. Men, really, need to have money!"

Old Li said with a sigh.

"Hehe, that's true, 'When poor, one is virtuous alone; when rich, one has a harem!'"

Qin Yu said with a laugh and then pointed towards the back of the village, "Uncle Li, I'm going to burn some paper for my grandpa, see you later!"

"Alright, Xiaoyu, they are developing the area behind, the road is slippery, be careful!"

Old Li waved his hand.

"Dad, Grandpa, let's go!"

After taking out paper money and incense candles from the trunk, Qin Yu led his family through the village to the mountain behind.

It looked like the development had been going on for a while, many places had been flattened. There had been recent snowfall so the road was quite muddy.

"Brother, where's Grandpa's grave?"

Qin Wei'er walked in front holding the paper money, while Qin Yu followed behind, supporting Old Master Yan.

"Huh?"

Qin Yu looked where his gaze fell, everything was just a mound of mud; his grandfather's grave was truly gone.

When Grandpa was buried, they didn't rush to build a tomb, it was just a large mound of earth. But, at the very least, it should be visible to the naked eye that it was a grave, yet now it had been leveled by the earth.

"Who's in charge of this development? It's too much, they actually piled up Dad's grave!"

Qin Jianjun also immediately became angry.

"It seems like the person in charge is Chen Dahu, I'll go find him!"

Qin Yu said in a heavy tone.

Yesterday evening, he had made a fool of him in the street, and this morning the excavators had piled up Grandpa's grave; it was obviously revenge.

"Xiaoyu, after all, it's the same village, just make sure to get the facts clear, don't get into a feud!"

Qin Jianjun advised.

"Hmm!"

Qin Yu nodded and turned to walk towards a small villa in the village.

Chen Dahu had made a fortune outside, and the original small house had been converted into a villa.

When Qin Yu arrived at the door, he knocked on the iron gate, "Chen Dahu!"

"Who is it?"

The one who opened the door was Chen Dahu's father, clad in a mink coat, smoking a dry pipe, looking somewhat mismatched.

"Where's Dahu?"

Qin Yu got straight to the point.

"He's still sleeping, what's the matter?"

Chen Dahu's father asked as he puffed on his dry pipe.

"His people are developing the area behind, how did they level my grandfather's grave?"

Qin Yu asked with a stern face.

"Qin Heizi, you're back in the village? You messed with the boss yesterday, and now the boss can't mess with you?"

Chen Dahu, hearing the voice, came out from his second-floor bedroom, leaning on the railing, looking down at Qin Yu with an arrogant air, and said.

"So you're saying you did it on purpose?"

Qin Yu's voice grew colder.

Anyone whose ancestral grave had been leveled would be raging with anger.