Chapter 114: Chapter 73 (part 2)

Tang Ke who had lost his mother was no longer the gentle and forbearing Tang Ke of before. His heart began to match his S+ spiritual power.

He began thinking about his life and what he wanted, and when his eyes fell on Han Yanyan, he thought: He wanted her. But to be her husband, he must become truly strong.

Having abandoned his weak and cowardly past self, he had been reborn.

He no longer watched Han Yanyan from a distance, but chased her everywhere, allowing his ambition for her to be clear to all.

Han Yanyan had always been surrounded by many suitors, the numbers of her lovers no less that that of her father. Tang Ke cleaned them out one by one, annoying even Han Yanyan. Blowing him away with a single blow, she stepped on his chest, fixing him to the ground.

"Don't go too far," she said, annoyed.

His lips bleeding, he replied, "You don't need them."

"I do 'need' then," Han Yanyan sneered.

Tang Ke gripped her ankle. "You have me."

Han Yanyan stared at him for a while before kicking her foot, shaking off his hand. "You're still not even as tall as me!"

Without exception, every person next to Han Yanyan was tough and outstanding, and there were a few that Tang Ke couldn't get rid of. Gao Pei, for instance, was the illegitimate child of the Gao family's patriarch. He was S+, as was Tang Ke. Feared by his SS-level legitimate brother and exiled by his father to keep the family balance, he had few contacts and resources. In that respect, he had no advantage over Tang Ke.

But he was older than Tang Ke.

He was taller than Tang Ke.

And he was taller than Han Yanyan.

Tang Ke being shorter than Han Yanyan was the bane of his existence.

He was only thirteen. Though he could make himself stronger by training like crazy, he couldn't make himself grow overnight.

Han Yanyan had made it clear that she only wanted men as lovers, not as children. Until he was taller than her, he couldn't even think about it. All he could do was to exercise like mad and afterward eat like crazy, hoping that he would quickly grow taller and grow up.

That teenager who had lost his mother's protection grew up frenzied and tough, and evolved from a herbivore to a carnivore.

Around this time, Tang Ke idolized the Han family patriarch.

Patriarch Han was S-class, and Tang Ke had once thought that now that he was S+, he would no longer be awed by his presence. Later, he found out that he had jumped the gun. His spiritual power might be better, but in front of that man as before, his heart still trembled in awe and reverence.

What was strength? Patriarch Han had redefined the word for him. Strength was not merely the strength of one's spirit.

 

Time slipped away in a boring, cyclical manner. A year passed in the blink of an eye, and that teenager had become a year older and taller.

Alongside came the overabundant hormones of an adolescent, which always made young men restless.

As Han Yanyan walked along the corridor, a hand from the next room suddenly stretched out and dragged her inside. The door slammed shut, and she was pressed against the door. The man came in for a kiss. Gripping onto his wrist, Han Yanyan twisted and threw him over her shoulder.

Tang Ke grunted as he landed stably.

"I got Gao Pei in the spleen," he reported. "He won't be able to move for the rest of today."

"How long did it take?" asked Han Yanyan, folding her arms.

"39 minutes." He was in a good mood.

Han Yanyan raised an eyebrow. "Not bad."

Tang Ke pressed forward, his eyes burning bright. "A reward if it took less than forty minutes - that's what you said."

Han Yanyan's head hurt a little. Covering his eyes with one hand, she kissed him quickly on the forehead.

Tang Ke yanked her hand back down, dizzy with anger.

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Raising her eyebrows, she said, "We agreed on a kiss, and that was a kiss."

"Not there!" Tang Ke fumed.

Scoffing, Han Yanyan slapped him on the head and held him down. "Anything I need to bow my head for isn't within the scope of kissing."

Tang Ke had grown a bit this year, but he was still shorter than she was... by just a little. It was an old weakness that he hadn't yet overcome. The expression on his face was thunderous.

Han Yanyan opened the door and was about to leave when Tang Ke grabbed her wrist. "Yanyan!" He now addressed her by name, refusing to call her "Sister".

"Is it because I'm young that you won't kiss me?" he asked. He had a strange, vague feeling that Han Yanyan was against being intimate with him, but that wasn't the case for anyone else.

"I'm not some pedo," Han Yanyan answered, keeping a straight face.

Shaking off his hand, she kept her expression deadpan and left, thinking, No, not only because you're young, but also because you're old... In this world you're underage, but in reality you even have great-grandchildren.

Grandpa, I beg you to let me go!

Han Yanyan had begun to feel that Leo erasing her memory of the world-building and the mission before she entered was actually a very necessary task. She would have been far more willing to complete those so-called missions.

She walked through the long corridor, turning twice, and finally arrived at her father's study. Patriarch Han had been waiting, having prepared a lot of work for her.

Han Yanyan felt very deeply that this man was just being lazy in the name of training her.

But right now he was the patriarch, and she only an unlucky child laborer fated to be worked as hard as an ox.

After handling all sorts of work matters, she asked, "Is my little sister going to be arriving here soon?"

"No. She's still young, let her live with her mother for awhile. "

A few days ago, she had received a new little sister. For the first time after Han Jin, Patriarch Han had finally allowed women to have his children again.

After Xinya died, he had tired of the women surrounding him and sent them all away.

……

……

And then a new wave of faces had arrived, each younger and lovelier than the last.

The woman who had just given Han Yanyan a little sister was just eighteen years old this year. She had become his mistress at the age of seventeen. Apparently the older men got, the younger the women that they liked.

The "forever lost love", "overwhelming grief" or "regretting too late" tropes that Han Yanyan had hoped to see did not make their appearance.

She looked at him - this was a character who had surpassed his character setting, one who had completely eclipsed her part in his design. Almost all of the guiding principles of the true original deity Tang Ke were reflected in him.

Han Yanyan looked at him and felt as though she had originally conceived of a sweet, girly, happy-ending romance with an overbearing president/prodigal son, only to stray into some male-oriented 'becoming the strongest so-and-so in the world!' piece.

She closely observed the man that figure had created, tried to figure out his behavior and his heart, and finally sighed deeply.

What a woman believed to be their whole life and world, for a man, was nothing more than a minute's melancholy and a sigh around a cigarette when the mood suddenly arose.

Have you ever noticed how many people there are crying online in the real world: after decades of marriage, my mother dead for less than a month, yet my father is about to remarry. Does he even have a heart?

That was what the hearts of most men were like.

Han Yanyan recalled how in the apocalyptic world, she had hoped that Ding Yao would remember her his whole life if she died for him. This was many years ago in her memories.

But still she couldn't help but muse, how stupid she had been back then.