Chapter 61: Wang Xinyou Wants to Take Her Own Life?

“Oh, brother, you have such a background?” Young Master Hai appeared genuinely surprised as he listened to He Tian.

“Brother, you don’t need to be so astonished! Otherwise, with someone my age, I’d hardly dare to boast in front of you,” He Tian said, blinking with candor.

“Hahaha, little brother! How about this: come work with me, let’s continue our partnership, and I’ll pay you double the salary you’d get at the Wang family. What do you say?” Young Master Hai smiled as he extended the invitation.

“Brother, you’re not joking, are you?” He Tian looked at him in surprise.

“How could I be joking? I mean it!” Young Master Hai’s expression turned serious.

“Heh… Brother, you know that I can’t leave the Second Miss of the Wang family. I really can’t get away!” He Tian offered a helpless smile, then shifted to a knowing grin.

“Hahaha… I really didn’t think that through! Yes, yes! Kingdoms and beauties! A beauty is indispensable! I won’t force your hand then, little brother,” Young Master Hai laughed heartily, speaking with crisp decisiveness.

“Thank you, brother!” He Tian replied with a smile.

“Tomorrow night, be sure to bring the Second Miss Wang with you!” Young Master Hai said, beaming.

“Of course, of course!” He Tian promised, then rose to take his leave.

Driving the Audi provided by Young Master Hai, He Tian returned to the Wang family villa.

Truth be told, He Tian was tempted by the opportunity just now. If he could stay close to Young Master Hai, it would be far easier to uncover his secrets. However, after careful consideration, He Tian decisively gave up the chance.

The reasons were simple. First, He Tian didn’t believe he could remain by Young Master Hai’s side for long without the master of four levels of internal strength noticing. If he slipped up and revealed something, it would be disastrous. Second, protecting the Wang sisters was He Tian’s primary and most essential task. Compared to this mission, chasing Young Master Hai’s secrets was insignificant and not worth mentioning.

Meanwhile, after He Tian left, Young Master Hai sat on the sofa feeling much more at ease. He had always suspected that He Tian was no ordinary man, that there were facets to him still concealed. Hearing He Tian speak of his time in Africa, Young Master Hai understood what sort of identity He Tian once held.

Young Master Hai knew that his own strength was far from enough to dominate domestically, let alone in Africa. He couldn’t fathom what went on over there, but he did know that Africa was rife with mercenaries, many of whom were formidable fighters. Every year new recruits joined, and every year countless veterans grew weary of the chaos and left.

To Young Master Hai, He Tian belonged to the latter group.

With this conclusion, Young Master Hai’s heart relaxed. He began to feel pleased at having secured such a talented driver. Just as he had explained some of the gambling associated with racing to He Tian, Young Master Hai was now planning to have a real go at it. Of course, the exact stakes would depend on the circumstances at the time.

“He Tian, you’d better win the championship… Otherwise, I really can’t guarantee your safety,” Young Master Hai muttered with a cold smile, even amidst his joy.

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“You’re finally back!” As soon as He Tian parked the car, Lan Ji rushed to his side, her face anxious.

“What’s wrong?” He Tian quickly asked, seeing Lan Ji’s distress.

He Tian understood Lan Ji and knew what kind of person she was. For something to make her so anxious was shocking indeed.

“Xinrou locked herself in her room for an entire day! No matter how much I called, she wouldn’t come out, wouldn’t eat or drink!” Lan Ji’s face was still tight with worry.

“You didn’t force your way in? She hasn’t eaten or drunk for a whole day, how can she bear it?” He Tian’s expression became stern.

“I opened the door, but she threatened me… She wouldn’t let me approach, threatened to kill herself with a knife if I did!” Lan Ji said helplessly.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He Tian rushed into the villa.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” Lan Ji followed, speaking softly.

“Remember this: the affairs of the Wang sisters come first! Do you understand?” He Tian stopped, looking at Lan Ji intently.

“Yes, I understand,” Lan Ji nodded.

“Has Old Hu or Xinmeng come back?” He Tian asked.

“No,” Lan Ji shook her head.

“Call Old Hu and ask where they are, and if they’re safe!” He Tian frowned slightly, noting that it was already ten o’clock at night, and immediately gave instructions.

“Alright!” Lan Ji stopped and went to make the call.

He Tian headed straight upstairs. If his guess was correct, last night Xinrou had learned something from Xinmeng. Upon hearing the truth, Xinrou simply couldn’t accept it. This matched He Tian’s earlier judgment: Xinrou and Xinmeng were different. Xinmeng could know the whole story, but Xinrou could not be told so easily. Look, now trouble had finally come.

He Tian didn’t bother knocking gently. He could almost grasp Xinrou’s state of mind. Now he would have to use a special method.

That special method was to kick the heavy door open with a single powerful blow.

As Xinrou screamed, He Tian strode in step by step.

“Don’t come any closer! If you do, I’ll kill myself!” Xinrou held a dagger in her hand. When she saw it was He Tian, her eyes first flashed with a glimmer of hope, then contorted in anguish as she cried out.

“Go ahead! I’ll watch you do it. Let me tell you, I’ll stand right here and enjoy the show. Want me to teach you? What angle, what force is required for a lethal blow with minimal pain?” He Tian continued forward, his voice low and cold.

“You…” Xinrou was stunned by his words, forgetting even to stop him from approaching.

But even when He Tian stood right before Xinrou, he made no move, only stared at her coldly.

“Go on, do it! Show me how you kill yourself!” He Tian suddenly roared, his face twisted with anger.

Xinrou shuddered, the dagger slipping from her trembling hand and falling to the floor.

Then she collapsed onto the table, sobbing uncontrollably.

“All you do is cry! What’s the point of crying? Where’s the lively, adorable, fierce Xinrou I used to know? Now all you do is weep and talk of dying! How enlightening, what progress!” He Tian’s face, still angry, now brimmed with sarcasm.

“I don’t need your help!” Xinrou cried bitterly, her heart full of grievance.

Xinrou had long hoped for He Tian to appear and comfort her with gentle words, but now… He Tian had appeared, but in such a manner! This left Xinrou deeply disappointed and hurt. At the same time, she was frightened and felt a thread of unfamiliarity toward the almost ferocious He Tian before her.

No one knew the fiery temper that lay dormant in He Tian’s bones. But this wasn’t the front lines, so He Tian rarely had reason to show it. However, Lan Ji, who had fought alongside him, knew well how explosive and fierce He Tian could be in battle.

“You don’t need me? And you really think this is such a big deal? You’re just going to collapse like this? Let me tell you, Xinrou, I despise you when you’re like this! Do you hear me? Did you hear that? I despise you when you’re like this!” He Tian leaned close, his voice low and intense.

Xinrou suddenly looked up, her red eyes fixed on He Tian. Seeing the disappointment in his expression, her heart twisted in pain as her sense of grievance reached its peak. Yet her pride and resilience drove her to dry her tears quickly, stand up, raise her head, and face him like a victorious hen, proud and unyielding.

Now that was more like it. This was the Xinrou He Tian knew.

Xinrou’s heart was still full of grievance. Seeing He Tian’s tone soften, tears streamed down her face, no longer restrained.

“Silly girl! Why cry? How could the strong you let tears flow like this?” He Tian stepped forward, gently wiping the tears from her face, speaking softly.

“Wuu… Brother He Tian! Father is gone! Father is gone!” Xinrou could no longer hold back, throwing herself into He Tian’s arms and crying her heart out.

“I know, I know. So you’ve already gotten the answer from Xinmeng,” He Tian sighed inwardly.

He Tian didn’t blame Xinmeng. For Xinmeng to tell Xinrou, she must have thought it through carefully or had her own reasons.

Still, seeing how devastated Xinrou was, how the once optimistic girl had been shattered into this state, He Tian couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why? Why!” Xinrou sobbed.

“Look at yourself now—do you think I could have told you?” He Tian replied gently.

“Father! Father!” Xinrou murmured, pain etched across her face.

“Come, sit down,” He Tian said, guiding her to a chair and kneeling before her, his voice soft. “Your father was a great hero, a mentor to me.”

“You should be proud and honored to have such a father! He would never want to see you like this. I know you’re hurting, but if you torment yourself because of it, who does that serve? Will it help you avenge him? Xinrou, you’re mistaken! To be even stronger is what your father would want for you!” He Tian’s voice was gentle but unwavering in its determination.

Xinrou gradually quieted, staring at He Tian.

He Tian nodded with utmost sincerity.