Jiang Can blushed and, taking advantage of Huo Zhixing's distraction, quickly broke free from his embrace and ran into the house in a few quick steps.
Fang Han gasped, realizing it was too late to run...
Huo Zhixing's face could be pinched to produce a vat of ink.
He walked a few steps to the courtyard gate, slammed the wrought iron gate open, and stared intently at Fang Han with eyes as cold as ice.
Fang Han's lips twitched, forcing out a very strained smile, his heart pounding as if it would jump out of his mouth.
"What is it?" Huo Zhixing coldly uttered three words.
Fang Han had forgotten what she wanted to say and just stared blankly at him.
The silence that lasted a few seconds felt like centuries.
Then, Jiang Can heard a thunderous roar from someone inside the room: "Fang Han—"
Aunt Cen was halfway through picking vegetables when she heard the noise and was startled. She quickly ran out of the kitchen.
"What's wrong with the young master?"
Jiang Can sat on the sofa, pursing her lips and secretly smiling.
"What trouble has Xiao Fang gotten into this time!" Aunt Cen shook her head and sighed as she turned and went back to the kitchen, muttering to herself, "That shout from the young master must have strained his voice. I'll make him a soup to nourish him later..."
In the yard, the fat orange cat finished its cat food, wiggled its chubby body, squeezed between the two men, looked left and right, and meowed twice.
Huo Zhixing looked down at it, and his tense face finally relaxed a little.
He glared at Fang Han, "You're not even as good as a cat!"
Even the cat knows not to bother him when he asks for pocket money!
"Yes, yes..." Fang Han forced a smile, but broke out in a cold sweat.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered his purpose here. He hurriedly pulled an old cell phone out of his pocket.
It was the same one that was found in Yin Shaoqing's room earlier.
"Young Master, the data on your phone has been recovered. Please take a look!"
Huo Zhixing composed himself, picked up his phone and scrolled through it. Sure enough, there were chat logs between Huo Zhixin and Yin Shaoqing.
His face darkened, and he strode back into the house.
He showed the phone to Jiang Can.
After reading it, Jiang Can frowned and clenched his fists, which trembled slightly.
"I knew it..." she said, somewhat agitated. "It must be Yin Shaoqing who's been instilling those wrong ideas in Zhixin! Like, she's nothing without the Huo family, like, he's the only one in the world who doesn't look down on her... He's utterly shameless!"
Huo Zhixing's expression was grave as he turned to Fang Han, "Have you found Yin Shaoqing yet?"
“Our people are following up,” Fang Han said. “But Yin Shaoqing is too cunning. His route keeps changing, and it looks like a tangled mess on the positioning system, so it’s really hard to find him.”
"Zhixing, look at this!" Jiang Can suddenly exclaimed.
She opened her phone's photo album, and the latest photos were of her family.
"Yes, this is it..." She held up her phone and compared the photos in the living room. "Zhixing, this is the place. He was taking pictures here the whole day!"
Huo Zhixing glanced at the photos; they were all of paintings on the living room wall, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with them.
However, Jiang Can zoomed in to take a closer look.
Below the paintings was a cabinet, which was locked, but inside were the very pieces of jewelry that Huo Zhixing had once given her.
And the things her mother gave her.
Jiang Can felt increasingly uneasy, and her heart suddenly pounded. "Zhi Xing, does he know what's in this cabinet?"
“I guess he didn’t know,” Huo Zhixing said in a deep voice, “but he really wanted to know, so he took the photos!”
Jiang Can was terrified. "This person is terrifying... Why would he be curious about this cabinet?"
"Perhaps it's because the cabinet is locked."
Jiang Can nodded. The cabinet was locked, which was to tell others that there was something very important inside, wasn't it?
"Young Master, Miss Jiang, don't worry," Fang Han said softly. "Although Yin Shaoqing is cunning, we've caught him, and we certainly won't let him off easily!"
Huo Zhixing patted Jiang Can on the shoulder, giving her a firm yet warm smile.
He quickly changed his expression, looking at Fang Han with disdain, "Nothing else? If not, then leave!"
"..."
Jiang Can could tell that Fang Han was hesitant to speak, but it seemed that he couldn't say these things in front of her.
She paused, then walked straight to the kitchen and instructed Huo Zhixing, "Let Fang Han stay for dinner. I'll make you sweet and sour pork ribs!"
"You still want to stay for dinner?" Huo Zhixing asked, his voice rising at the end.
"No, no, no!" Fang Han hurriedly refused, but only after Jiang Can went into the kitchen and closed the door did he lower his voice and tell Huo Zhixing, "Young Master, there's something else..."
"What's wrong now?"
"Yin Ruohong is in Yangcheng!"
Huo Zhixing's expression darkened slightly.
Actually, he had heard that Yin Ruohong had appeared at the auction that day, but had not taken a seat.
“It is said that he will stay in the central city for a while, so I secretly sent someone to follow him.” Fang Han continued in a low voice, “But strangely, he did not meet with the Second Master.”
"Hmm?" Huo Zhixing raised an eyebrow. "Coming to Yangcheng without meeting that old fox... does he have some other purpose?"
"This..." Fang Han couldn't say for sure either.
"Heh," Huo Zhixing sneered, "Could it be that the two of them had a falling out over the spoils?"
What moral bottom line do people have who would join forces with Huo Zhanhe to harm him?
“But young master,” Fang Han looked at him, “I have inquired in Nanyang and Hong Kong. Although Yin Ruohong’s methods of rising to power were not very honorable, he has a high reputation in Nanyang. Even the royal family there treats him with respect!”
"Yeah?"
"Yes, in recent years he has focused on charity and done a lot of public welfare work. Moreover, the price of Yin's Pharmaceutical has never increased. Many poor people who cannot afford medical treatment have recovered because they bought their medicine."
A chilling glint flashed in Huo Zhixing's eyes.
Many philanthropists are wolves in sheep's clothing; appearances can be deceiving.
Just like Huo Zhanhe, who appeared gentle, kind, respectful, frugal and modest in front of his grandfather, but the mercury in his birthday cake when he was nine years old was his masterpiece.
However, Huo Zhixing became interested in that statement—"How is his method of rising to power dishonest?"
"It seems that... he was an adopted son of the Yin family." Fang Han licked his lips. "But he took advantage of the feelings of the eldest daughter of the Yin family, and later drove her out of Southeast Asia, and took control of the Yin family himself."
Huo Zhixing's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
What's the difference between this and Yin Shaoqing?
He felt disgusted with this kind of person from the bottom of his heart.
"If he really falls out with that old fox, it might not be a bad thing," Huo Zhixing said in a low voice after a while.
The destruction of anything begins from within.
They both had their own ulterior motives, and in the end, he was the one who benefited the most!
Huo Zhixing gave a cold laugh, "Try to arrange a meeting with Chairman Yin, I want to have a good talk with him!"
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