Chapter 271 Three Cups of Wine

• Right now, the Qin residence was packed with guests, laughter rolling through the halls. But in the inner chamber, the air was icy and sharp, silence heavy as a blade.
• Old Master Qin stared at the mourning couplets in the gift box, the vein at his temple throbbing. The direct-line third generation—Qin Shuang among them—seethed with rage. A few middle-aged Qin men wore dark looks too, anger boiling in their eyes.
• “Grandpa, what the hell is that bastard Edward?” Qin Shuang snapped. “He’s just some illegitimate heir of the Raine family. Does that piece of trash Qin Ye really think he’s hugging a golden thigh?” He slashed his hand through the air. “Just say the word, and I’ll take a crew, break their legs, and throw them out.”