Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551: Have you seen enough?

Xiang Yu began to walk slowly, his fingers trailing along the edge of the table as he moved. His steps were deliberate, his presence commanding attention. His fingers brushed against Han Xin’s arm as he passed, the touch light but intentional.

His hand slid up Han Xin’s shoulder as he spoke. "No elections. No change in leadership. That’s what she wants." His voice was low, almost a murmur, but every word carried weight.

He stopped, his hand resting on Han Xin’s shoulder. "But we," he said, his tone shifting to one of quiet confidence, "can ruin all her plans." Xiang Yu’s gaze turned to Han Xin, his eyes soft and affectionate.

The moment lingered, the air between them charged with unspoken understanding. Then, without hesitation, Xiang Yu leaned in and kissed Han Xin’s cheek.

The room erupted in shocked whispers. Han Xin didn’t react outwardly, his expression as calm and stoic as ever, but Han Zhan’s eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly agape as if he had just witnessed a supernatural event. The others exchanged glances, some suppressing smirks, others looking utterly bewildered.

Xiang Yu straightened, his demeanour unbothered by the reactions. "Anyone not interested in participating can stay behind and protect the city," he said, his tone casual but firm. He walked over to the window, leaning against the frame as he looked out.

The sandstorm had long stopped, and the weather was now clear and calm. He closed his eyes, his head tilting slightly as he stretched his neck, the movement slow and deliberate. The way he moved was alluring, almost sensual, the bright hickey on his neck impossible to miss.

The room fell silent again, the tension palpable. Slowly, the pieces began to click into place. They understood now why Han Xin was so captivated by Xiang Yu. It wasn’t just his looks or his charm. It was his confidence, his intelligence, his unshakable presence. He was a force of nature, and Han Xin, the unyielding leader, had found his match.

Xiang Yu opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the room. "Well?" he said, his voice cutting through the silence. "What will it be?"

The group exchanged glances once more, but this time, there was no hesitation. One by one, they nodded, their expressions resolute. They were in.

Han Xin sat at the head of the table, his gaze sharp as he noticed the way everyone’s eyes kept flicking toward Xiang Yu. The attention wasn’t subtle, and it wasn’t something Han Xin was willing to tolerate.

His jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists beneath the table as he restrained the storm brewing inside him. Xiang Yu was his, and the way they were staring, especially at the hickey on his neck, was crossing a line.

"Have you seen enough?" Han Xin’s voice cut through the room like a whip, cold and commanding. The room fell silent instantly, the weight of his tone forcing everyone to look away. Awkwardly, they cleared their throats, shifting in their seats as if suddenly finding the walls or the table far more interesting.

Han Xin’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. The sound echoed in the tense silence. "Then let’s get to work," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We should be done in three days, so we can set off."

He turned to Xiang Yu, his gaze softening only slightly as he said, "Come here." Xiang Yu followed obediently.