In Riverford, an SUV pulls off the elevated highway.
In the front seats sit William Han and Linda Chen, both silent, their expressions tinged with a subtle, indescribable strangeness.
"What happened?"
Linda Chen frowned before speaking: "May Lin just called, endlessly thankful, saying her funding crisis is finally resolved. She and her husband Mark Jiang want to invite our family to dinner."
William Han turned the steering wheel right, making a turn. "No need to repeat it, I heard it too."
Bzzzz.
The car stopped at a red light. The two couldn't help but exchange glances, both feeling surprised.
As chairman, May Lin controls hundreds of billions in Sinoveran currency. Even if a serious problem arose and was properly resolved, what does it have to do with their family?
Could it be—
Because of their son, Andrew?
Almost simultaneously, William Han and Linda Chen spoke in unison: "Andrew? He actually helped May Lin?"
As soon as the words left their mouths, silence fell.
The atmosphere in the car unfurled like a silent painting, accentuating the shock on William Han and Linda Chen's faces.
Who is May Lin, after all?
She's a highly respected company chairman. If a funding issue arises, it could involve billions of Sinoveran dollars—how could their son possibly help?
Ahem.
William Han mused, "Maybe Andrew met some influential friends at Southland University, and that's how he could help May Lin with her funding problem."
Yet—
Linda Chen didn't respond, just sat in the passenger seat tapping her phone screen, seemingly searching for something.
"No need to ask." William Han glanced at the red light countdown—one minute left—then turned to Linda Chen. "There's no point asking May Lin. Better to go home and ask Andrew directly."
Pop.
Linda Chen's tapping finger paused on the screen.
"Look, look at this." She held up her phone, face shocked, pointing at the news: "May Lin's company had a serious funding crisis last month, and a mysterious tycoon injected ten billion Sinoveran dollars!"
Ten billion?
William Han was startled, clicking his tongue in amazement. "That’s a big shot, a real big shot. That’s just too much money."
Linda Chen went on, "This mysterious tycoon is referred to as Mr. Han."
William Han laughed, starting the car. "Mr. Han? What a coincidence, same surname as mine."
Silence.
After a long moment, Linda Chen scrolled through several online news articles and sighed. "But, but I keep feeling this Mr. Han..."
"What is it?" William Han asked, puzzled.
"This Mr. Han... should be your son." Linda Chen looked at William Han's stunned face and spoke seriously.
......
About ten minutes later.
Click.
Linda Chen opened the security door and saw her son Andrew Han in the living room, holding his crying little sister Lucy Han.
"What's wrong with Lucy?" Linda Chen asked.
"It's nothing, nothing." Andrew wiped his forehead.
"What's wrong with you?" Linda Chen looked Andrew over curiously, noticing his pale face and sweat-drenched forehead.
"It's hot, the house is just too warm." Andrew made up an excuse.
He didn't understand.
Who, after all, is a disciple of the Green Mountain Sect?
Little Lucy—she’s simply adored by all, a bundle of cuteness that charms heaven and earth.
"But..."
My master's Inspiration outburst was like a savage roar from the depths of an abyss, nearly shaking my consciousness apart. If it were an ordinary Martial Lord, they'd probably be left with a splitting headache.
Andrew Han quietly pondered, a nameless sadness welling up inside him, his heart flowing with a river called sorrow.
Wrong.
He was completely mistaken.
The truth proved it: never harbor any illusions about a mentally unstable person. When Miles Ning has a relapse, anything and everything can be killed.
Immediately after.
Andrew gently lifted little Lucy, her cheeks streaked with tears, and spoke softly: "Lucy, be good now, please don’t cry anymore."
"Hmph." Lucy turned her little head to the left.
"Lucy is really pretty." Andrew’s head throbbed a little.
"Hmph."
Lucy turned her little head to the right, her cheeks showing a hint of proud defiance. Then, she broke into a smile through her tears, revealing a shy, delighted grin. In a small voice, she said, "Actually, Lucy isn't that pretty."
Huh?
You’re still just a kid!
Andrew wanted to say something, then stopped, then wanted to speak again, but held back, as if stifling a sigh. How had he never noticed that his little sister had a tsundere streak and cared so much about her looks?
"Big brother."
Lucy tilted her little head.
Her face showed a kind of panic he’d never seen before. Her big eyes brimmed with worry, and anxious tears glistened in her eyes. "Big brother, what’s wrong?"