Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 194: Community Dee

Han Xin’s mind was racing. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had crossed an invisible line, one that Xiang Yu had drawn without him noticing.

Han Xin followed him out, his gaze fixed intently on Xiang Yu. As they passed the reception, Xiang Yu said to Little Bai, "Don’t forget to pick up the twins from school."

"Okay, brother," Little Bai replied.

Han Zhan ruffled Little Bai’s hair and said, "Such a helpful little helper." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Little Bai, "...".

Xiang Yu waved at Qin Wu, who smiled and waved back, only to be met by Han Xin’s impassive expression. Qin Wu’s hand slowly fell as he watched them exit through the glass doors and enter the car. Han Zhan followed after his cousin and left the tattoo parlour. The three black cars parked outside drove away.

Qin Wu turned to Little Bai and asked, "Is that Xiang Yu’s boyfriend?"

Little Bai glanced at Qin Wu and said, "Xiang Yu doesn’t have a boyfriend. From my knowledge, he likes women."

Qin Wu was extremely confused. "What about the StarMatch app? I matched seventy per cent compatibility with him."

Little Bai was genuinely surprised. He hadn’t thought Qin Wu approached Xiang Yu because of the app. "It was the twins who set up the app on Xiang Yu’s phone," Little Bai explained.

Qin Wu felt a pang of disappointment. His love, which hadn’t even sprouted, felt as though it had long died. He sighed, looking down at the pamphlet with Xiang Yu’s number circled on the back. The hope that had flickered within him was now a dim ember, overshadowed by the reality of the situation. Little Bai watched him with a mix of sympathy and curiosity, wondering what had driven Qin Wu to seek out Xiang Yu in the first place.

***

A line of ten vehicles drove into the Die clan estate, the tension palpable as the security guards nervously clutched their weapons. The doors of the cars opened, and men dressed in suits stepped out with practised precision. The dragon head exited his car, fixing his cufflinks with a casual elegance. "Isn’t it a good day to wreak havoc?" he remarked, a smirk playing on his lips.

His assistant draped the dragon head’s suit jacket over his shoulders and replied, "Yes, indeed."

A group of people entered the mansion, led by the nervous family butler. Inside the living room, the main Die family members were gathered, with the Die patriarch, Die Liang, sitting in the main seat. The dragon head smirked and said, "Aren’t you going to greet me, Die Liang?"

That’s right, the Die patriarch was also named Die Liang, just like his illegitimate son whom he kept outside the family. Die Liang snorted and remained stubbornly seated. The other Die family members were visibly nervous. They knew it was only right to stand up and greet the dragon head, but they couldn’t go against the patriarch. Everyone was ill at ease, all except the middle-aged woman with a stern face and a domineering aura.

She took a sip of whiskey and said, "Master Han, you dare step into my home with an army? You surely are tired of living."

This woman was the matriarch of the Die clan, but she was also the only daughter of the former dragon head of the Yee clan. Her name was Yee Ming. She was as ruthless as her father, if not worse. Patriarch Yee had forced her into marriage, knowing her ambitions to take over the Yee clan. He was more concerned with protecting his son’s position as the heir, so he had imposed this marriage on her.

Master Han’s eyes flickered with amusement as he regarded Yee Ming. "Yee Ming, always a pleasure," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I see your hospitality hasn’t improved."

Yee Ming’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on her glass. "State your business, Master Han. We have no time for your theatrics."

Master Han’s smirk widened. "Straight to the point, as always. Very well."

Everyone knew to obey the dragon head in the Die clan, but it was also clear that Yee Ming was the one truly in charge. Against Yee Ming’s hostility, the Dragon Head wasn’t shaken at all. He sneered as he sat down, turning to Die Liang and saying, "You are going to let her speak for you?"

Die Liang snorted and replied, "Why are you here to start trouble? It’s all business. We are all here to make money."

Han Xin, who was standing further back with Xiang Yu, furrowed his brows. How could kidnapping and selling people be called good business? It was too evil. The dragon head looked at Yee Ming and said, "You are a woman, and you have daughters and granddaughters. How can you defend his business practices?"

The dragon head’s plan was to sow discord between husband and wife and watch the unit crumble. Yee Ming scoffed and said, "Isn’t it the same as when you marry off your daughters? It’s all just a transaction in a different form. I see nothing wrong with it."

The dragon head wasn’t surprised. Yee Ming had also suffered the same fate at her father’s hands, forced to marry into the Die clan to humble her and make her realize that she could never be an heir to the Yee clan. To her father, she was a woman and therefore unqualified.

Han Xin’s jaw tightened as he listened to the exchange. The casual way they discussed human lives as mere commodities made his blood boil.

Yee Ming’s eyes flashed with defiance as she met the dragon head’s gaze. "You underestimate me, Master Han. My loyalty is to my family, and I will do whatever it takes to protect them."

The dragon head leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Really," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. The tension in the room was palpable, each word a carefully aimed weapon.

He smiled slightly as he straightened his back and said, "Yee Ming is truly loyal to her husband... but is he loyal to you?"

Yee Ming chuckled, her eyes narrowing. "All men are dogs. They will return home naturally."

The dragon head beckoned someone over, and his secretary walked over, passing a tablet to Yee Ming. Die Liang’s brows furrowed, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over him. When he saw Yee Ming’s face grow cold, he instantly knew what had happened. They had found his illegitimate son, Die Liang, whom he had been hiding from his family, especially from Yee Ming. She had allowed him to frolic outside, but with the strict condition to never have children outside their marriage. And he had done exactly that.

Die Liang’s heart pounded in his chest, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Yee Ming’s grip on the tablet tightened, her knuckles turning white. The room seemed to grow colder, the tension thickening the air.

"Care to explain this, husband?" Yee Ming’s voice was icy, each word a dagger aimed at Die Liang.

Die Liang swallowed hard, his mind racing for an explanation. "Yee Ming, I can explain—"

"Save it," she snapped, her eyes blazing with fury. "I allowed you to stick your community dick anywhere you wish, with this fucking single rule but what did you? You fucking bastard!"

Everyone, "..."

The dragon head watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk. His plan to sow discord was working perfectly. "It seems loyalty is a rare commodity these days," he remarked, his tone mocking. Yee Ming’s gaze shifted to the dragon head, her expression hardening.

Die Liang’s fear was palpable, his facade of confidence crumbling under Yee Ming’s wrath. The room was charged with unspoken threats and simmering anger, each moment stretching into an eternity. The dragon head had thrown a grenade into the heart of the Die clan, and the explosion was just beginning.