Chapter 106: Chapter 69 (part 2)

"For such prey, I've been taught that I don't need to worry too much. I can tear her skin with my claws and bite her flesh with my teeth."

"And Xinya, you are... delicious."

Xinya took a deep, deep breath. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

The desk was made of solid wood a century old. It was very hard, and when her wrist was pressed down on it, it hurt. Those memories were as fresh as if they had just happened yesterday. He had forced her back onto the road she had wanted to give up on, and now she could only keep going.

The way she shed tears was very different from the way she had refused him. Like a reflection in a puddle, suddenly rippling, smashed, in disarray.

It was Patriarch Han's current favourite look. The more broken she was, the more he remembered how beautiful she had been when her chin was slightly raised and she had resolutely refused him.

Thank you for your offer, but I want to live a life out in the open, and I don't wish to be someone's mistress. You don't need to take care of me.

His thumb gently scraped Xinya's fair cheek.

"Also... We've been in close contact for quite some time," he said. "You women have always liked to overthink things. Perhaps you've misunderstood that I still have some fondness for you from when I was young?"

His fingertips left her cheek, casually caressed her neck and shoulders, and slipped all the way down her arm to her fingertips. He took her hand and raised it to his lips to kiss.

"You're wrong, little rabbit." He kissed the pale blue veins on her slender wrist. "I'm just having some fun."

His teeth bit into her skin. It didn't matter - there was a treatment cabin nearby. Blood ran down her arm, dying her clothes red. It didn't matter - there were plenty of expensive dresses for her to change into.

The pain made Xinya flinch. She thought she had gotten used to it, but she hadn't. She would never 'get used to' this kind of pain.

Just like that day, she didn't resist. When the little rabbit saw the fangs of the wolf, it lost its courage for resistance. It could only shiver.

It was precisely such weakness that awakened a hunter's killing instincts.

 

Han Yanyan quietly listened from her room, cutting off when noises unsuitable for children began emitting from the receiver.

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It was impossible to bug Patriarch Han's study. The high-tech anti-monitoring equipment installed there would have sounded the alarm immediately.

But in this house, Han Yanyan had the same authority as he did. Not even Patriarch Han had imagined that she would use this authority to turn on the comms in the study silently, listening openly, or should we say... eavesdropping.

That was why parents really shouldn't casually give their kids important stuff. Who know what strange things they would do with it?

The sin of being weak?

Han Yanyan rubbed her temples. It was beyond the scope of what she had outlined. It wasn't hers.

This world had become badly distorted. In Yao's and Qiao Wenxing's worlds, she had never encountered this sort of warping. Generally speaking, their basic outlooks on life had been the same. Qiao Wenxing had just been an ordinary, rich young master, foolish enough to commit suicide for love. Yao had a long and storied history, a pedigree, and connections, but although he was from the royal family, he was attempting to overthrow the monarchy. No matter why he was doing it, Han Yanyan would always look upon him in favour thanks to this matter alone.

But this fucking amazing general's view on life was so twisted, it was like a black hole.

Han Yanyan knew the life story of this general. With precisely this outlook on life, going uphill the whole way, he had climbed to such a height. It was his strong belief in his own philosophy that had warped the world she had built to the point where she, the world's own mother, almost couldn't recognize it.

Han Yanyan was a female author, or rather, one should say, an author of books aimed toward women. If everything had gone according to her decisions, it would have resulted in a chaotic, turbulent love affair between Patriarch Han and Xinya. This stormy affair would allow Tang Ke to suffer some humiliation as a teenager, which would crush his cowardice and inspire a different side of his character.

But now everything had been completely distorted. Ever since she had found Xinya's name in the study treatment cabin's history, she had known that this wasn't a simple derailment, but a complete disaster.

But her father in this world wasn't like the father of before, who could be spoiled and coaxed. This father only recognized strength and authority.

Han Yanyan felt a headache coming on. But the world had already gotten to this point, and she couldn't make any more structural changes, so all she could do was to work with what she had to achieve her mission goals.

Standing by the window, she looked out at the manor courtyard.

She had always felt that even if all the things that Tang Ke would go through wasn't completely her fault, at least half the responsibility was hers. But now it seemed that it wasn't her who would really torture Tang Ke in this world.

Tang Ke's soul projected his own convictions onto the entire world, fiendish and ferocious, ready to tear young Tang Ke to pieces.

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