She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Shen Ruyan's eyes widened in surprise, then she sighed, "He can run away, but he can't hide. He'll have to pay the price for what he did sooner or later."

She paused, then asked hesitantly, "What about Han Shiyu? How is she?"

When Han Shiyu was mentioned, Han Xi's eyes darkened: "If she's trying so hard to get into a mental hospital, then she should never leave there for the rest of her life."

Shen Ruyan's eyes reddened: "...It's all the fault of us elders."

Knowing Han Shiyu's obsession with Han Xi and the things she had done, it's still true that if Han Mingxing hadn't made a mistake, there wouldn't be a Han Shiyu like this.

"And your father..."

Shen Ruyan's voice was even lower, "First it was Han Shiyu, and now it's your fourth uncle. He hasn't been doing too well lately either."

Han Xi frowned: "He deserved it."

Shen Ruyan was well aware of this.

Fang Li held Shen Ruyan's hand and gently comforted her, "Mom, don't worry too much, everything will be alright. Grandpa will get better, and the family's problems will be resolved."

Shen Ruyan nodded and patted her hand: "I know, I was just feeling sentimental. By the way, how's the wedding going? It's not delayed, is it?"

"It didn't delay anything. The designer said the final design will be ready next week," Fang Li said with a smile.

"That's good."

Shen Ruyan then smiled slightly, "No matter what happens at home, your wedding must be grand and magnificent."

The three chatted for a while longer. Seeing that Fang Li looked tired, Han Xi got up to say goodbye: "Mom, we're going back now. We'll come see Grandpa later."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Shen Ruyan saw them to the door, watching their departing figures, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Stepping out of the hospital, the sunlight was a bit too bright.

Fang Li leaned on Han Xi's shoulder and asked softly, "What do we do next?"

Han Xi held her hand, his eyes resolute: "Wait until Grandpa gets better, wait until we catch Fourth Uncle, wait until we get rid of all the parasites."

He paused, looked down into her eyes, and said, "Then, I'll marry you."

Fang Li looked at the starlight in his eyes and suddenly smiled.

Yes, no matter how much wind and rain lies ahead, as long as they are together, they are not afraid of anything.

-

Night fell like cotton wool soaked in ink, pressing heavily over the capital.

Han Xi's black Bentley drove away from the brightly lit city and headed towards the outskirts of Beijing along the winding national highway.

The streetlights outside the car window gradually thinned out, until only the two beams of light from the headlights remained, bouncing and undulating on the bumpy road.

"Mr. Han, the old town is just ahead."

Jiang Bei's voice came from the passenger seat. He was holding a tablet with a satellite map on the screen. "The target is a small courtyard at the end of the third alley. It is surrounded by abandoned factory buildings and has only one entrance and exit."

Han Xi hummed in agreement, his fingertips tapping lightly on his knee.

The bodyguards in the back seat were already fully prepared, their black combat uniforms zippers gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Ten hours have passed since he lost track of Han Shuo at the airport. During these ten hours, he mobilized all available resources and finally got the news from his informant in Jiangbei.

Han Shuo was hidden by Han Yi in this old district that was about to be demolished.

"Park the car 500 meters away from the alley entrance."

Han Xi ordered, "Be quiet, don't disturb the people inside."

The Bentley parked silently behind an abandoned auto repair shop.

Han Xi opened the car door, and the night wind blew up the hem of his trench coat, carrying the smell of rust and dust.

He raised his hand to signal, and the eight bodyguards immediately split into two groups, sneaking into the darkness like ghosts and quickly surrounding the front and back gates of the courtyard.

Jiang Bei followed behind Han Xi. Instead of breaking down the door, the two went around to the low wall on the side of the courtyard and quietly climbed over it under the shadow of the corner.

Jiangbei followed closely behind, landing with only a slight thud.

Dim light shone through the windows of the main room, and an old-fashioned radio was playing Peking Opera, its melodies sounding particularly eerie in the quiet night.

Jiangbei moved close to the wall to the doorway and peered inside through the crack in the door.

After confirming that the person inside was the one they were looking for, he winked at Han Xi behind him. Han Xi then stepped onto the stairs and stood beside him.

Through the crack in the door, you can see two people sitting in the room.

Unexpectedly, Han Yi was also there, in addition to Han Shuo.

Han Yi was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a brown paper package in his hand, while Han Shuo was standing with his back to the door, clutching a wine bottle in his hand, with wine dripping down between his fingers.

"...That cargo ship will depart from Tianjin Port early the day after tomorrow, bound for Nigeria."

Han Yi's voice was low, with a hint of barely perceptible tension, "I've already spoken to the captain. Once you're on board, hide in the container. Try to contact me when you get to Africa."

Han Shuo gulped down a mouthful of liquor, the glass bottle creaking in his hand: "Africa? Why would I want to go to that kind of hellhole?"

"Now is not the time to pick a location!"

Han Yi lowered his voice and scolded, "You're lucky to get out of here alive! That brat Han Xi has already given the police evidence of your crimes, and now the whole city is looking for you. Do you have any other choice but to go this way?"

Han Shuo's shoulders slumped, his tone filled with deep resentment: "I'm not reconciled! Why can Han Xi sit in that position and command the wind and rain, while I have to run for my life like a stray dog? I took over the Mamba mining area with my own hands. Back then, I almost lost my life there several times in order to deal with those warlords. Why can he just take it over like that?"

"What's the point of saying all this!"

Han Yi waved his hand irritably, "Blame yourself for being greedy! You gave up a perfectly good vice president position to get involved in the arms and drug business, and now you've failed. You have no one else to blame but yourself!"

"You still have the nerve to tell me?"

Han Shuo turned around abruptly, his eyes red as if they were about to bleed. "Are all the shady things you did at Han's Construction clean? If those shoddy projects are found out, do you think you can get away with it?"

Han Yi's face instantly turned ugly: "I did it for the Han family! Material costs have risen so much, if I hadn't done that, the project would have already lost money!"

"For the Han family?"

Han Shuo sneered, "Don't try to glorify yourself. You've embezzled more money than anyone else!"

The two argued louder and louder, completely unaware of the commotion at the door.

Han Xi gestured to Jiang Bei and then suddenly pushed open the door.

"Bang!" The door slammed against the wall with a loud thud, and the Peking Opera singing came to an abrupt halt.

Han Yi and Han Shuo turned around at the same time, and when they saw Han Xi standing at the door, their faces turned deathly pale.

The wine bottle in Han Shuo's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered, splashing wine onto his trouser legs.

"You...why are you here?"