Chapter 113: Chapter 73 (part 1)

Early that morning, Xinya had sent her son away, tidied herself up, put on the ring she had picked up from the living room floor that night, and called a taxi as usual, setting the destination to the gallery where she worked as she always did.

Between her apartment and the gallery was a bay. The taxi had exploded while crossing the bridge and fallen off the road into the sea.

It looked like an accident.

Han Jùn had been doing his morning exercise at the time, the sweat dripping down his muscles, when his smartwatch issued an alarm from Xinya's body monitoring unit. He raised an eyebrow, thinking that she had dared defy him and take birth control.

That cheered him a little. He found Xinya's resistance much more pleasant than her resignation.

But when he pulled up the screen, he saw Xinya's vital signs beating weakly. A few seconds later, they dropped to zero.

Han Jùn's eyes widened.

The next time he saw her was after they had recovered her body. It looked like an accident, but upon seeing the ring on her hand, he knew otherwise.

Big families like these had ships that dared fly outside of government jurisdiction and bombard each other with quantum cannons, so the police were already quite grateful to them if they were willing to abide by the law when on land.

Very tactfully and discreetly, the chief of police reported the situation to the Han family's patriarch. "The reason the car exploded and fell into the bay was that it was damaged from the inside. The lady had probably..."

"A traffic accident," Han Jùn interrupted.

"Huh?" Asked the chief of police, confused.

"She went to work in the morning," Han Jùn said indifferently. "There was a failure in her car and it accidentally fell into the sea. It's just a traffic accident, nothing unusual about it."

The chief of police wiped away his sweat and agreed, "Indeed, it was a traffic accident."

It was not suicide.

He let himself out, leaving a man and a dead woman alone in the room.

Han Jùn lit a cigarette and finished it silently. He stubbed out the cigarette butt with his foot, put his hands in his pockets and looked at her for a while. Then he turned and left.

A death was like a lamp going out. No matter how much he had previously been obsessed with her, it had dissipated.

"Bring Tang Ke back," He ordered.

Han Yanyan waited until nearly noon before she spotted Tang Ke hurrying away with people sent from the Han family, his face pale. I can't believe it took so long, she thought.

She didn't leave with Tang Ke. But after he left, she summoned her private ship. She had already learned everything she needed to learn the last time around, and everything she needed to know, she already knew. If it hadn't been for Tang Ke, she wouldn't have suffered for five years amongst the children. School was meaningless to her.

Tang Ke's happiness only lasted half a day before being rocked by great changes. He couldn't believe it was true until he held Xinya's cold, stiff hand in his.

His father had died very early in his memories. He had always lived with his mother, and she was the center of his life. Now that life was falling apart.

Kneeling on the ground, the boy wept hot tears onto the back of her hand.

You've become strong.

No one will ever be able to hurt you again.

Tell your mother, can you take care of yourself?

In retrospect, why had all these words seemed so much like last words...? What else had she said to him that night? Tang Ke hated himself for having been absent-minded at the time.

Tang Ke didn't need to worry about arranging Xinya's funeral. From her funeral to her burial, the Han family took care of it.

All the relatives from the fourth branch of the family came to the funeral. Every one of them lamented and mourned before Tang Ke, each eventually repeating the family tree to him to ensure he knew they were related. But Tang Ke didn't remember any of this. His mind in chaos, he only had eyes for his mother being buried.

Eventually the people scattered, leaving behind only three people in front of the tombstone; him, his uncle, and his cousin.

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His uncle patted him on the shoulder before departing. At the very end, the last person to accompany him was Han Yanyan. When she looked at the tombstone there was no expression on her face, as if she had been born without emotion.

Finally she kissed his forehead, took his hand and led him away.

Regardless of who dies or who leaves, life must to go on. When his father passed away and his mother raised him alone, she had had to go on as well.

Tang Ke returned to school. Ever since he had broken into S+, he had been treated much better. Even Han Jin and those who had accompanied Han Jin to bully him no longer dared provoke him. They all avoided him instead.

But one day, when he was trying to be alone, he overheard Han Jin talking to some of his friends.

"...are relatives, so what? Wasn't his mother still my dad's mistress?"

"Once when his mother sent him back, I went to the study to find my father and saw her going in."

"I waited for her to leave, but... she was in there for three hours! Three hours!"

"What did they do? What do you think a single man and a widow do when they're alone? Hahahaha!"

Because Han Jin was the son of Patriarch Han and Han Yanyan's younger brother, Tang Ke had always tolerated him. Han Jin had a nasty mouth, but wouldn't dare to really kill him. No matter how serious his injuries, a session in the treatment cabin would cure them. Dongchen's treatment cabin was furnished with high-grade body repair fluid, and it was good for the muscles and skin when used over a long period of time.

But this time Tang Ke didn't endure, didn't retreat. He could put up with many things, but not insulting his mother.

The spiritual power wrapped around his fist broke Han Jin's cheekbone with a single blow. The strength of an S+ class power wasn't something the average person could take. Having completely lost his mind, Tang Ke almost beat Han Jin to death!

It was Han Yanyan who grabbed his wrist.

For the first time in his life, Tang Ke felt the strength of an of SS-class spirit. Though her fingers were slender and her hands delicate, she could stop his attack merely by grasping his wrist.

When he saw her, Tang Ke came back to his senses.

Han Jin was dying, but he wasn't yet dead. So long as he wasn't dead, he could still be saved. However, he had beat Patriarch Han's son half to death, so blank-faced, he waited for Han Yanyan's wrath.

Han Yanyan directed someone to send Han Jin to the treatment room, but she didn't seem to be angry with Tang Ke. She was even smiling.

"Don't worry. My father wouldn't be upset if a good-for-nothing like that died, let alone got a little injured. He's still young, and he still has enough time to have a few more kids. He won't miss this one." She looked at Tang Ke. "You shaped up a bit today."

Tang Ke was at a loss.

If today was him shaping up, then what about before? It seemed that yielding, making concessions, and exercising restraint were all things she couldn't care less about.

He finally understood.

I'm sorry. Your mother is weak, and I've passed my weakness on to you.

I pray you'll one day overcome it.

If you can't, then those who are truly strong will sniff out your weaknesses. 

Mom... since when have you known? He wondered.

Sure enough, Patriarch Han really didn't care about Han Jin, just as Han Yanyan had said. Tang Ke finally understood that those living in the world of the strong would never cast their eyes down to look upon the weak and the useless.

He had thought that being promoted to S+ meant that he was strong, but he had been wrong.

His mother had been right. As she had said, if your heart wasn't strong enough, then no matter how great your physical strength, you would never be a master.