Chapter 32: I Will Find You
Ruan Zhimian said as much, but his fluffy head slowly lowered, leaning in—just a little closer.
He swiped the screen to look at the post Shi He had just made. After blurring out some information, Shi He had only posted a screenshot of a chat showing he had been blocked.
[The Burning Flame of an Ancient Lion: Mianmian, I know you’ll see this post. I will find you.]
A certain “Mianmian” curled his fingertips, his eyelashes trembling. He whispered again, “I’m so bad.”
Teng Yu stood firmly on Ruan Zhimian’s side, his bias knowing no bounds. “Our Mianmian isn’t bad at all.”
Ruan Xubai didn’t understand what they were talking about. “Where did you take Mianmian to play?”
Teng Yu wrinkled his nose. “It’s a secret. Not telling you.”
Ruan Zhimian handed the phone back to Teng Yu and lowered his small head glumly, continuing his meal. “I’m sleepy. I’m going to bed now.”
Qiuqiu shrunk itself down and flew onto Ruan Zhimian’s shoulder. “Mianmian, will you be discovered?”
“No. My social circle and Shi He’s barely overlap.”
“As long as I slowly distance myself from him, I won’t be caught.”
Other than those few dresses, there was no solid evidence.
Right now, Shi He only had his chat account, and when he switched accounts, he had changed all the linked information.
Ruan Zhimian went to brush his teeth.
Before sleeping, he even put on a sleep mask, afraid he might bite his fingers again. Finally, he piled stuffed animals on both sides of him to wedge himself in the middle. He placed his phone on the cabinet by the door, far away from him.
“I need to develop good sleep habits.”
The subtext of that sentence was: Stop thinking about Shi He.
Lately, he could only fall asleep while looking at Shi He’s photos; he had become a permanent resident of the forum’s beauty section.
Qiuqiu floated onto the pillow. “Mianmian, I’ll stay with you.”
Downstairs in the dining room, Ruan Xubai put down his spoon. He picked up a napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth, and spoke in a neutral tone about a topic that shouldn’t be mentioned: “Is Ji Ye back?”
Teng Yu wasn’t surprised. “He’s already pissed off.”
Ruan Xubai only said, “Teng Yu, his schemes are only going to be deeper than they were three years ago. Hong Kong is much messier than Huajiang. Stay away from him.”
Teng Yu suddenly thought the two of them were hilarious. He slammed his chopsticks onto his plate and massaged his temples. “How do you know what’s happening in Hong Kong? Did you go looking for my brother?”
Ruan Xubai stood up and pulled back his chair.
“It’s none of my business if he dies.”
Ruan Xubai left the dining room and went upstairs to his study.
Teng Yu leaned back in his chair, his red hair drooping. He whispered a sentence that only he could hear: He didn’t have a choice back then.
…
At the Han residence, when Han He’an was sent back, he was accompanied by a business plan he had made for Han Corp earlier this year. Because of that plan, Han He’an had not only been viewed in a new light but had also gained the attention of the Han family matriarch, Old Lady Han, as well as media publicity.
At this moment, the name on the signature line had changed. It was now another name: Han Anlan, the young daughter of the Han family’s third branch. She had entered Han Corp to learn as soon as she turned eighteen and was also a student at Huajiang University.
Old Lady Han appeared, leaning on her cane. She saw her son, President Han, trying to hide the document. “Bring it here.”
Mrs. Han was supporting Han He’an, crying incessantly. “This is a frame-up!”
“Shut up.”
Old Lady Han’s secretary immediately walked over, took it, and showed it to her.
From the initial creative spark to every revision and improvement, the records were impeccably clear. She said, “Call Anlan to the study.”
Not only that, but the news of Han He’an’s strained relationship with Ruan Zhimian could no longer be hidden. Recently, the cooperation between the two companies had stalled several times, reaching Old Lady Han’s ears.
She had lost her husband as a young woman and had raised three children alone. Having weathered so many storms over the years, there was nothing she hadn’t seen.
The newly awakened Han He’an was slapped to the ground by Old Lady Han. He saw stars. “Grandmother, why did you hit me… what did I do wrong…”
“What did I teach you?”
“How did I end up with such a stupid grandson?”
Han He’an lay on the ground, struggling to get up. “Grandmother, Shi He beat me. He wants to snatch Ruan Zhimian from me. You have to help me.”
Old Lady Han leaned on her cane and had the servants hold back her daughter-in-law, who wanted to defend Han He’an. A house full of fools—she thought there might be one smart one, but he turned out to be a thief of others’ work.
The daughter-in-law held her grandson, heart aching. “Mother, I want him to kneel and apologize to He’an.”
The son was fuming: “A Beta who doesn’t know his place. It’s his blessing that my son is willing to marry him.”
The cane slammed heavily against the wooden floor. Old Lady Han looked on coldly, cutting off the curses. She began to feel that her decision to let Han He’an into the company a few years ago was a mistake.
“You think that kid cares?”
“Let me ask you—do you have evidence? Who can prove it?”
“Send people to look. We’ll find it.”
The secretary walked in. “Miss Anlan is here. She’s waiting for you in the study.”
Not wanting to hear any more nonsense, Old Lady Han left immediately. Not long after, the secretary returned and spoke to the three family members who were plotting revenge against Shi He: “The Old Lady said for you to go kneel in the ancestral hall and reflect on your mistakes today.”
Han He’an was furious. “What did I do wrong! I’m asking you—if I were a high-tier Alpha, would Shi He have beaten me today?”
His usual “gentle and refined” persona was a complete act; he hadn’t improved at all.
The secretary, in her fifties, had been by Old Lady Han’s side for years.
She said nothing, merely thinking that blaming everything on Alpha rankings was truly beyond help.
“Tomorrow I’ll go pick up Ruan Zhimian. I’ll make sure he comes to see you.”
“He’an, once you marry Ruan Zhimian, the Han family will be yours.”
…
The next day, Ruan Zhimian, who couldn’t go to school, went out with Teng Yu. He was helping Teng Yu pick a gift for his mother and also wanted to pick some out for his own parents and friends before he left.
Under velvet curtains, snow-pine trays were covered in high-quality velvet cloth. Staff brought out several carefully selected pieces of jewelry. The background music was a soft, quiet piano piece.
“Young Master Ruan, Young Master Teng, let me bring a few more styles for you.”
The VIP room door was suddenly pushed open. Mrs. Han walked in, her expression gentle as she looked at Ruan Zhimian. “Mianmian, it’s been a long time. I just came in to look at necklaces and heard you were here. Do you want to come home and have dinner with Auntie?”
Mrs. Han pulled out a bank card. “I’ll take all of these. Wrap them up for Mianmian.” As she spoke, she naturally sat down and grabbed Ruan Zhimian’s hand, looking heartbroken. “He’an is at home too. I don’t know what happened yesterday, but the Old Lady suddenly made him kneel in the ancestral hall. It breaks our hearts.”
Ruan Zhimian blinked, not giving her an ounce of face as he pulled his hand away. “I think the punishment was good.”
Don’t think I didn’t see your eyes cursing me.
Thank you, Han family Grandmother.
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