Chapter 82

He wasn't representing the Han Group, but himself. Han Shaochen brought a piece of news.

Jingshan Real Estate Company was conducting a large-scale manhunt. Upon hearing the news, his first reaction was that Pei Huai had escaped. Perhaps the sudden change of heart had angered Shan Li, and the men he had brought headed straight for Coal Valley. Han Shaochen rested his chin on his hand as he confessed this, carefully sizing up the individual. Then, with a hostile look on his face, Xiang Mingqi asked him what he was doing there.

Han Shaochen raised his right shoulder.

“I like people with such ability.”

"You're not allowed to like it."

"Why."

"I said no, that's it. Who are you? Our brother Pei Huai has no shortage of rich second-generation lickspittles around him. Go away."

When the two were arguing over the topic of "I can like" and "You can't like", Pei Huai raised his hand to interrupt and get the topic back on track. He wanted to know why Han Shaochen came here and why he talked to him about this news.

He asked, "What do you want?"

"you."

Xiang Mingqi clenched his fingers into fists, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He lowered his voice and gave Han Shaochen a final warning: "You'd better explain yourself clearly."

His dark eagle eyes flicked to the right, and he shook the half-drunk glass in his palm. Pei Huai waited for a response.

"I want you to help me win the inheritance of the Han Group." He stopped teasing her and pressed his index finger on the cup holder with a little pressure. "Last week, my father was hospitalized with acute gastric bleeding. It was a malignant tumor. My eldest brother thinks now is a good time for surgery. But I think my father is in poor health and old and weak. If something unexpected happens on the operating table, who knows." He turned his head and smiled meaningfully at Pei Huai. "I think I should make plans earlier. If you agree, I can help you get rid of Shan Li's pursuit."

A golden family emblem was picked up between two fingers and held in front of him.

"How?"

"It made my eldest brother lose his inheritance rights."

Xiang Mingqi, who was always talkative, couldn't help but interrupt: "So are we going to suffocate your father to death in the hospital bed or remove his breathing tube?"

"That's murder, and such extravagance will arouse suspicion on me. My father is a conservative man, and he hates family scandals."

Pei Huai watched the ice melt, his hand stroking from the bottom of the square cup to the glass wall.

"My eldest brother is very cautious, probably more difficult to deal with than Shan Li." Han Shaochen turned the cup and deliberately slowed down his speech. "If it wasn't something that absolutely attracted him, he wouldn't accept it. He would definitely be on guard and not let anyone get close." He took a sip of wine and looked at Pei Huai. "But you're different. I don't think anyone can resist your skills and your looks."

Xiang Mingqi's face suddenly turned cold. He could almost imagine the second half of the sentence Han Shaochen was about to blurt out.

Sure enough, the boy suggested seriously: "Go and seduce him."

Xiang Mingqi disagreed. He argued and quarreled with Han Shaochen until he broke a wine glass in his hand before he finally regained consciousness. The pain in his palm caused his forearm muscles to twitch, and then Pei Huai grabbed his wrist and applied pressure to the wound with a towel. Seeing the red wine spilled all over the table, Han Shaochen assured him that he only needed Pei Huai to get close to his eldest brother and gather evidence, scandal, or anything else to incriminate him. He believed Pei Huai could get away with it.

While hesitating and struggling, Pei Huai pinched Xiang Mingqi's chin and pulled him towards him, then melted everything with a deep kiss.

"To Mingqi."

"What's wrong, Brother Pei Huai?" A muffled voice clung to his neck.

"B&B, where are you planning to open it?"

"I want to open it somewhere where you can see me every day when you come home," he said. "When the season comes, we can plant flowers together, raise fish, and take care of the grapevines in the yard. When it's off-season, I'll take you on a trip far, far away in my RV. It'll be just you and me."

"Um."

Then Zhuangzhuang made a big claw mark on each of their faces.

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Han Shaochen's plan shifts to a simple one: he wants to arrange a chance meeting to formally introduce Pei Huai to Han Yi. As the heir apparent to the Han-style conglomerate, Han Yi is a true expert in scheduling, bonds, and crisis management, a feat that Old Man Han is proud of. Secretly, he's playing both sides, colluding with his joint venture partners to transfer the group into a shell company, taking it into his name, ready to take over the family business at any moment.

He was a double-faced person, appearing to have his own way with his blood brothers. In reality, his ambition had swelled to the point of bulging out of his eyes. Han Shaochen had warned Pei Huai to be careful.

Han Yi answered his brother's call, speaking politely and courteously, and naturally put aside what he was doing to accept his invitation. He drove over in a Honda, and when he pushed open the door, he was dressed in a well-tailored suit and tie, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He loosened his tie, looked around, and sat down next to Han Shaochen with a rather disapproving look.

"Why meet in such a lowly countryside place? Youngest, your father is ill, and you should learn something. Don't do stupid things that will make him worry." He filled a glass of whiskey for himself and rubbed the salt stains on the rim of the glass with his index finger.

"I've learned a lot, are you willing?"

Han Yi shook the wine in his glass and watched it sway, not wanting to be fooled: "What do you mean?"

"Soon, the consortium will be owned by you, Big Brother. I'm not interested, I just came here to express my opinion."

Han Yi was surprised by his frankness, but remained expressionless. "You're young, and your father has spoiled you since you were little. I understand if what he said is unpleasant, but I still give you the same advice. If you have something to say, just keep it to yourself."

Seeing that he was unmoved, Han Shaochen said no more and clinked glasses with him.

"This time, I want to give you something to show my sincerity."

"What can be given between brothers?"

"I know Big Brother doesn't trust gifts from unknown sources. Take a look. Maybe you really need it?"

The bottom of the cup made a crisp sound on the bar: "Let's see."

Even so, he had no interest in his brother's gift. He didn't refuse it out of politeness. He was convinced that sooner or later he would find a chance to return this ill-intentioned gift, and it wouldn't hurt to compromise for a while.

However, when a white-haired young man dressed in a unique and avant-garde style came into view, he just nodded when he stood up and greeted him, and then sat beside him and drank tequila as if no one was around. Han Yi stared at him for a long time and smiled knowingly.

He knew why Han Shaochen was so confident.

The person sitting next to him now, even if he doesn't look at anyone, even if he intentionally tries to reduce his presence, can still trigger a wave of enthusiasm in the whole audience like a butterfly effect at any time.

It was truly beautiful. Han Yi bit his tongue, unwilling to admire it only from the corner of his eye. Her hair, thoroughly bleached, was a bold and potentially disastrous endeavor, but it was perfectly balanced by her skin tone and features, and even more so by her elegance. From the sharply distorted jawline to the delicate veins on her neck, everything caught his eye.

"You're thoughtful. He's really outstanding, and few people would dislike him. But what do you mean by that?"

"I know what you need most at this critical moment of power transfer." Han Shaochen raised his glass to him, "People, or rather, people with great talent who are willing to serve you."

"Shaochen, I don't understand what you mean." His cunning eyes, narrowed behind his glasses, held a deeper meaning. "If you mean a lover, then I'm sorry. I like this genuine, beautiful thing, but I won't accept it." He bowed politely to Pei Huai, his eyes tinged with regret as he straightened his back. He stood up to leave, and just as he stepped forward, someone's forearm grabbed his neck from behind, causing his entire body to lean back.

Then, a breath that made him feel dazed brushed against his ears. Below his waist, a hard object with a noticeable blade edge pressed against his kidney.

"If you dare to leave," the voice was terribly cold. "I will kill you right now."

Han Shaochen never dreamed that there was such a trick.

He hadn't expected that this move would be quite lethal to Han Yi. He didn't know where it hit him. Almost instantly, his seemingly dignified brother took Pei Huai's hand and kissed it, not caring about being slapped away.

"You're my ideal type," he had to admit.

After saying this, he took the initiative to pay for Pei Huai's drinks and walked out with him without further hesitation. Han Shaochen was not unaware of his next move. He knew his brother was a man of many thoughts and would definitely be on guard. He thought that this thorny gift would have to be symbolically plucked out.

Arriving at the parking lot, Pei Huai was searched from head to toe three times. The bodyguard handed over the claw knife strapped to his upper arm.

"Knife?" Han Yidun narrowed his eyes in surprise, fiddling with the uniquely shaped claw knife in his hand. "If someone didn't know, they'd think you were coming to kill me. Do you always carry these things with you?"

"Don't touch my knife. Wipe it clean."

Knowing that the other party had a certain obsessive-compulsive disorder with personal belongings, Han Yi had his men keep it for him, promising to return it after the end. "He must have paid you a lot of money to get you close to me. I know my brother better than anyone. He's not the spoiled cat that outsiders think he is." His eyes reflected Pei Huai. "Given your qualifications, the offer will definitely not be low. Name your price."

Pei Huai didn't want to give him a look.

"Change your mind?"

"Of course. I don't want to miss you, in a place like this, or even in the entire consortium. Your courage, your temperament, and your sexy appearance are hard to create. People... you have to spend your own money to use them with confidence."

He got into the car without saying a word.

"Am I too rude?" Han Yi held the door open for him with his hand, and then he noticed that he was very close to him. As long as he bent down, he could smell the breath just now.

Pei Huai grabbed his tie and casually twisted it around his index finger two or three times before pulling it closer: "Stop talking. I'm not interested in what you think or do."

"...Of course, this handsome guy."

The drive lasted twenty minutes, and if you factor in the eight traffic lights along the way, the journey would have been at least a bit more bearable. Han Yi led him in through the main gate, stepping onto the lawn.

His home looked like a simple Western-style house. Pei Huai glanced around the entrance. Paintings and sculptures were scattered across the walls and corridors, along with luxury goods display cases. The top display piece was an ivory tusk.

As soon as he entered the living room, Han Yi turned around and got him a bottle of wine, and asked the bodyguard to wait outside the door.

Han Yi sat down and stared at him as he drank. Pei Huai didn't refuse, taking it and taking a sip. The hand holding the cup had veins that had been exposed for years, and it was very thin, with strong joints protruding when he moved. His throat was dry and hoarse from watching him. After he finished his sip, Han Yi smiled and pushed up his glasses: "Come with me to a place."

basement.

Pei Huai wasn't surprised when the folding staircase unfolded downward. He'd known several clients before. They were wealthy, but also had some quirks. They usually hid their shameful possessions in the basement.

"It's a bit dark, be careful of your step and don't fall." Han Yi stretched out his arm at the bottom of the hole to help him, but Pei Huai didn't even look at him, jumped down the stairs and walked past him.

There was no light on inside, but he could vaguely sense a semi-enclosed, yet spacious space. The light flickered on, flickering a few times. After the throbbing pain from the intense light subsided, he stared at the scene before him, stunned.

"How are you?" The tiny earpiece in his ear canal emitted a signal, an anxious call from Xiang Mingqi. "Brother, how are you? Did that pervert with glasses do anything to you?"

No response.

Pei Huai stared blankly at the wall of tight skirts, suspenders, off-shoulder tops and backless high-slit skirts, and the corners of his mouth twitched.