Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Han Xin throwing a tantrum

Han Zhan was determined to get his cousin to reconcile with Xiang Yu, so he continued to poke the bear. "Well... maybe you are right, maybe it is too late. They already found a place to stay anyway."

Han Xin, who was pretending to be seriously working, pursed his lips, his eyes on the screen but his ears perked up. To be honest, he didn’t think Xiang Yu would really move out. The seaside villa was the safest place for them to stay more especially now. He didn’t think Xiang Yu would risk moving the twins and compromising their safety, but it turned out he was wrong.

Han Xin had thought that if Xiang Yu was going to move, his best option would be to move in with Old Song or maybe stay at one of the warehouses he owned. But what Han Zhan said next shocked him.

"Lian and Mei said that he found a house with that woman from last time. Remember her, the tall woman we saw Xiang Yu talking to outside his tattoo shop. What was her name again... oh oh, I remember. It was Sister Meng. She has a vacant place that is relatively secure."

Han Xin’s breathing stagnated, and his chest felt heavy. His brain was muddled for a second, trying to recall this Sister Meng. Han Zhan scratched the back of his head and continued, "She must be the one who had been relentlessly pursuing Xiang Yu for over a year now? She does not give up, does she?... Well, now that they will live close together, they might develop feelings. I guess the twins will get their mommy finally. I guess we will be the uncles who bring over red envelopes on Chinese New Year. Do you think they can invite us to their wedding? Hey, cousin, where are you going?" Han Zhan saw Han Xin storm out of the office, leaving his suit jacket behind.

Han Zhan, "???"

He got up and tried to catch up, but Han Xin was already halfway down the hall, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He strode towards the elevator, his expression an unreadable mask. The metallic doors slid open with a soft chime, and he stepped in, filling the small space with a formidable presence. As the doors were about to close, a hand slipped through, causing them to stutter and reopen. Han Zhan hurried in, breathless. The air within the elevator felt charged with unseen tension.

Han Zhan glanced at Han Xin and felt a shiver. He knew that despite Han Xin’s impassive expression, beneath it simmered a quiet rage, the kind that led men to their graves. He looked like he was going to murder someone.

Han Zhan wanted to ask what he had said wrong, but the words were stuck in his throat. Silence weighed heavily between them as the elevator descended.

When the doors slid open into the underground parking lot, Han Xin marched out like he was going to battle. "Ran Lan, give me the keys," he commanded, his voice icy.

Ran Lan, didn’t hesitate. He fumbled with the keys, his hands trembling, and handed them over without a word. He couldn’t help but pity the person that anger was directed at.

Han Xin took the driver’s seat without a second glance, and Han Zhan settled into the passenger seat, still grappling with his unspoken questions. The engine roared to life, and they sped out of the garage.