Chapter Three: The House Was Taken Over

“Congratulations, host, on activating the strongest family system and receiving the novice gift pack. The novice gift pack has been activated for you.”

“Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Universal Recovery Pill, Shadow Technique, Light and Dark Harmony Technique, Shadow Realm, Shadow Demon God Armor, and Shadow International Group.”

The system had finally activated, and most importantly, the Universal Recovery Pill was included.

Why had his original self changed careers? Why had he come to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill as deputy director? Why had he gone to Forty-Nine City to find a wife? It was all because he had been gravely injured and could die at any moment.

People like him were extremely rare, largely due to their bloodline. This was why national leaders, upon learning that Wang Lin had little time left, urged him to father many children.

Although the probability of those children inheriting cultivation talent remained low, it was still far higher than ordinary people.

Wang Lin flipped his hand, and the Universal Recovery Pill appeared. Without hesitation, he swallowed it whole.

Because he was so quick, the matchmaker sitting in the front passenger seat did not notice, but Qin Huairu, sitting beside Wang Lin, saw everything clearly.

Yet she said nothing, simply assuming it was medicine to help Wang Lin recover, since he looked plagued by a serious illness.

Fortunately, Qin Huairu was an ordinary person; otherwise, she would have noticed that Wang Lin’s usually pale face had now turned rosy, showing no signs of illness.

“Let’s go to the courtyard house.”

“All right.”

The car sped along swiftly. Soon Wang Lin and the others returned to Forty-Nine City. Upon entering, the matchmaker got off to return home.

Around five in the afternoon, a small car slowly pulled up to the courtyard house at No. 95 South Luogu Alley.

Gatekeeper Elder Yan Bu Gui saw the car and immediately smiled, coming forward to greet them.

“May I ask what brings the leader to our courtyard house?”

Yan Bu Gui loved scheming and understood well the importance of staying in the good graces of leaders.

“You must be Elder Yan Bu Gui? I’m Wang Lin, deputy director of the Rolling Mill. There’s a row of five rooms in this courtyard that belong to me. I came today to check on them and plan to gift the house to my wife tomorrow.”

Upon hearing Wang Lin’s words, Yan Bu Gui’s expression stiffened. His desire to cozy up to Wang Lin vanished instantly.

Wang Lin noticed the change and knew immediately that something was wrong with his property.

“Old Xue, go call the street office and the police. It seems someone has occupied my house.”

Wang Lin’s tone was calm, but Yan Bu Gui sensed the anger burning beneath the surface.

“Well, um, Deputy Director Wang, there’s no need to involve the street office or police, right?”

Wang Lin turned to look at Yan Bu Gui, a faint smile curling his lips.

That glance sent chills down Yan Bu Gui’s spine.

Though he had never met Wang Lin before, rumors about Wang Lin’s arrival had long circulated in the courtyard. So young, and immediately appointed deputy director after changing careers — it clearly meant Wang Lin had extraordinary backing.

“Well, um…”

“Elder Yan, do you really think anyone can just take what belongs to me?”

With that, Wang Lin took Qin Huairu’s hand and entered the courtyard.

At that moment, Yan Bu Gui realized the situation was escalating.

As for Qin Huairu, her head was still dizzy from Wang Lin’s words about transferring the courtyard house to her tomorrow.

She felt like a destined woman, lucky to have found a man who cherished her.

Yan Bu Gui followed closely behind Wang Lin, his family curious about his fearful demeanor. They all came out to see what was happening.

Yan Bu Gui quickly gestured for his wife and children to stay back, worried they might foolishly provoke Wang Lin.

Soon, Wang Lin arrived in the backyard.

Just as he entered, he saw a plump old woman sitting outside the door, pretending to sew shoe soles.

Wang Lin glanced at her briefly, then strode forward and kicked the door open.

With a loud bang, the door flew wide.

The old woman, Jia Zhangshi, startled and shivered but didn’t think Wang Lin was there for her. She assumed he was after the original owner of the house.

Despite the door being kicked open, Jia Zhangshi dared not say a word. With Wang Lin’s imposing presence and demeanor, she knew he was no ordinary man.

“Wife, let’s wait here for the street office and police.”

Old Xue was efficient and quick.

Because this matter involved Wang Lin, Director Wang of the street office rushed over, breathing heavily. Upon seeing no conflict had occurred, she finally exhaled in relief.

Having transferred from the military, Director Wang was somewhat familiar with Wang Lin’s background and knew he was extremely weak.

If anyone in the courtyard had hurt him, her career as street office director would have been over.

“Wang Lin, what’s going on here?”

“Director Wang, the house given to me by the government has been occupied by others without my permission. I need your help to resolve this.”

Wang Lin spoke calmly, knowing this was not Director Wang’s fault but solely Jia Zhangshi’s.

Director Wang glanced at Elder Yan Bu Gui. It was still early; the rolling mill had not yet let out. First Elder Yi Zhonghai and Second Elder Liu Haizhong, both working there, hadn’t returned.

“Here’s what happened…”

Elder Yan Bu Gui dared not hide anything and recounted the entire story.

The situation was simple: the Jia family only had one room.

Now Jia Dongxu was getting married. To save face, the Jia family set their sights on the government-given house belonging to Wang Lin.

Though they claimed it was a loan, everyone in the courtyard—and even Director Wang—knew the truth: once borrowed, the house would belong to them.

“Jia Zhangshi, compensate him. One thousand yuan.”

Jia Zhangshi was stunned. She never imagined a few days’ stay would cause such a commotion.

At that moment, the police arrived. Without Yan Bu Gui’s explanation, Director Wang made everything clear.

As for Wang Lin’s identity, Director Wang withheld details, only saying he was a wounded veteran who had retired early, and the house was a reward for his military service.

People respected those who served at the front lines, so when the three police officers heard Wang Lin’s story, their eyes showed deep reverence.

“This comrade, as per Director Wang’s instructions, pay the compensation. Otherwise, your family will end up in jail.”

Before Director Wang and the police, Jia Zhangshi dared not act out. She looked toward the backyard gate, searching for her son and First Elder Yi Zhonghai.

Finding no one, her gaze settled on Elder Yan Bu Gui.

Feeling her stare, Elder Yan quickly turned away, pretending not to see.

He didn’t want to stir up trouble, especially with Wang Lin’s obvious status. He knew provoking Wang Lin would bring regret.

Just then, First Elder Yi Zhonghai returned from work. Finding a crowd gathered in the backyard, he pushed his way in.

“What’s going on here?”