Chi Han sat up straight the moment he saw the photo, his heart skipping a beat.
Didn’t Rong Xu say he was going to the Twin Towers to handle something at the studio?
Why did he end up at Fang Family’s Ancient Street again?!
He hurriedly grabbed a jacket and rushed out. The butler, seeing the look on his face, immediately tossed aside the vacuum cleaner in his hand and quickly went to drive the car out.
“Young Master, did something happen to Young Master Rong? Why are we going to the Fang residence again?”
The butler asked cautiously while driving.
Chi Han frowned deeply without replying. He just kept calling Rong Xu over and over again.
On the third attempt, the call finally connected.
There was a cacophony of noise on the other end, people talking and shouting all at once, making it hard to distinguish Rong Xu’s voice.
“Chi Han? What’s wrong?”
Chi Han instinctively tightened his grip on the phone, his voice tinged with urgency. “Where are you right now? Did you go to the Fang residence?!”
There was a pause from the other end. After a moment, Rong Xu replied, “Who told you that?”
He was sitting on a resting bench by the roadside, his eyes flickering with a complicated light.
Just now, the fake sculptor he had planted, Lu Min, sent him a message saying that Fang Jingluo was planning to find someone to bring Chi Han over.
Before Rong Xu could even react, a large crowd had surged toward him. He could clearly feel someone deliberately shove him.
The assistant, who had entered a step ahead, managed to hold him up before the wheelchair toppled over. But by the time they looked back, the left wheel had already been damaged at some point.
These boring and shameless tricks, who knows how many times they’ve been used already.
Yet every time, those people still enjoyed pulling the same stunts as if they’d never get tired of it.
Rong Xu’s face was frighteningly cold, but his voice was impossibly gentle.
“Don’t believe those people. Wait for me tonight. I’ll be back.”
No matter how calm Rong Xu sounded, it couldn’t cover up the noise around him.
How could a place like the Twin Towers possibly be as noisy as a vegetable market?!
Chi Han didn’t believe a word of it. He cut him off with a firm, “I’m coming over right now,” and hung up.
Rong Xu rubbed his temple helplessly. Seeing that there was no way to talk him out of it, he could only nod and remind him to take it slow on the road.
The assistant had just hung up the call when he noticed the faint smile at the corner of Rong Xu’s eyes, completely different from the coldness he’d shown earlier.
“Boss, the spare wheelchair will be delivered shortly, but I heard they’re not letting in unrelated people at the entrance anymore.”
That order obviously came from Old Master Fang. No matter how protective he was of his own, in the end, he still thought what Fang Jingluo did was disgraceful.
Rong Xu swept his gaze over the endless crowd in the distance and let out a cold laugh.
Sit in the head-of-house position long enough, and you lose your mind too.
He lowered his eyes, unlocked his screen, and messaged Lu Min: Just play your part in the next act. No need to worry about anything else.
***
From the moment the Fang family started blocking people at the gate, a long line had begun to form behind, with the entrance becoming so congested that even cars couldn’t get through.
Chi Han waited a long while before he was able to inch forward along with the car ahead.
The security guard at the gate looked fierce and menacing, almost like one of the stone lions on either side. Many people glanced from afar and, disappointed, turned away.
Originally, they had hoped to get in and see if there was any advantage to be gained, but unfortunately, the Fang family wasn’t honorable—they flipped on their plans as easily as flipping their faces.
Following Rong Xu’s instructions over the phone, Chi Han went to the side gate on the Ancient Street side and indeed saw a middle-aged man in a suit waiting for him.
That man was Rong Xu’s driver.
When the driver saw Chi Han, he told the gatekeeper to let him in.
Chi Han’s face was calm, but inside, he was a little surprised. The front gate was sealed off. How could the side gate let him in so easily?
But now was definitely not the time to ask questions.
Chi Han followed the driver briskly around the alley. A few minutes later, he saw that familiar figure under the tree.
“Rong Xu!”
Rong Xu was sitting in the spare wheelchair. The new wheelchair was a bit large, which made him look even thinner.
Hearing the voice, he raised his head, a faint, scattered light shining in his eyes.
Chi Han took a few steps closer, seeing him still sitting there unharmed. He first breathed a sigh of relief, then his expression quickly darkened.
He squinted, half-smiling but not quite, and said, “I remember someone was supposed to go to Twin Towers? What a coincidence. How come I run into you here?”
Rong Xu: “…”
The assistant beside them: Pfft.
The assistant quickly covered his mouth.
From the moment he first met the young boss until now, Rong Xu had never seen anyone dare to speak to him in such a sarcastic, mocking tone.
Maybe at first there were some, but gradually, one by one, those people got kicked out of S City, their names erased forever.
But now, his young boss was not only not angry—he actually seemed to enjoy it very much!
The assistant looked at the slight lift at the corner of Rong Xu’s lips, his expression full of meaning.
Rong Xu glanced at the assistant without much emotion, his eyes sharp as knives.
“It’s too chaotic here, nothing worth seeing,” Rong Xu said in his usually good-tempered way, “Just a jade banquet, after all.”
Chi Han shook his leg and leaned against the tree.
Hah.
Keep making up stories, then.
Rong Xu: “…”
He was never good at handling this kind of Chi Han, even though he quite liked this lively expression.
Receiving the silent cue from Rong Xu’s gaze, the assistant immediately stepped forward. As a good assistant, he not only relieved his boss’s troubles at work but also served thoughtfully in daily life.
“Young Master Rong, is your leg still hurting?” The assistant looked genuinely concerned, his expression perfectly managed. “It seemed like you just bumped into the steps.”
Hearing this, Chi Han’s attention was naturally diverted. He immediately squatted down, lifting the blanket to check carefully.
Rong Xu raised his hand and lightly brushed the tip of Chi Han’s ear, his tongue seemingly tasting honeyed tea.
There was only one reason he didn’t want Chi Han to come.
The reason was simple: he didn’t want Chi Han to see Fang Jingluo again.
Rong Xu could hardly contain the possessiveness roaring in the corner of his heart.
He didn’t even want Chi Han to utter the name “Fang Jingluo”.
Just thinking that Chi Han might have once admired that person sent a wave of jealousy so fierce it seemed ready to consume him entirely, flooding through every limb and bone.
“Chi Han.”
The moment Chi Han looked up, he collided with those dark, enchanting eyes. For some reason, his body suddenly went numb.
Rong Xu’s voice was clear and deep, incredibly pleasant to hear. His pale, thin lips parted, and those two words slipped out.
“Chi Han.”
Again.
Though it was the same usual tone, there was now a hint of something sultry.
As if trying to steal a person’s soul.
What Chi Han hated most was Rong Xu calling his name like this.
He was practically a demon!
A disaster for both the country and the people!
The assistant was utterly amazed.
What to do—he thought he just saw some creature called a peacock proudly fanning its tail right in front of him.
Assistant: “…”
Could this be the legendary young boss’s lady?!
As they spoke, the noise from afar grew louder. People in the Ancient Street started moving toward the mansion at the center.
It seemed the Fang family’s long-planned succession ceremony was finally about to begin.
