Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Old Song and Father Xiang’s secret relationship

AN: One Chapter today, I will make up for it tomorrow. Happy reading.

Han Xin drove back to his seaside villa, the car’s engine purring softly against the backdrop of crashing waves. The journey was silent, the tension in the air palpable. Han Xin’s mood was so dark that Han Zhan, sitting beside him, didn’t dare utter a word, fearing he might ignite the simmering anger.

When they arrived, Han Xin stepped out of the car without a word, his expression a stormy mask. Han Zhan watched him warily, his own nerves on edge. Han Xin headed upstairs, his footsteps heavy, to take a shower. Meanwhile, Han Zhan lit a cigarette and stepped out onto the patio. The rain, which had been pouring down in torrents, had now reduced to a gentle drizzle. Han Zhan looked up, extending his hand. The rain had almost stopped, with only a few stray drops landing on his palm. He sighed, extinguishing his cigarette, and walked back inside.

He had just turned on the TV when Han Xin descended the stairs, looking slightly more composed. Han Zhan seized the moment, "Are you in a better mood now?"

Han Xin grabbed a bottle of water from the mini bar, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Which eye of yours saw that I was upset?" he retorted, though the edge in his voice had softened.

Han Zhan chuckled, knowing his cousin too well. They had been through thick and thin together for over a decade, and he could read Han Xin like an open book. He flipped through channels aimlessly until Han Xin tapped his shoulder with a small box. Han Zhan looked up, curiosity piqued, and took the box from him.

"What’s this?" he asked, setting the remote down.

Han Xin gave him a look that clearly said, "Open it," as he settled down next to him. Han Zhan smiled, "Cousin, what did you get for me?" he asked playfully as he opened the box. Inside was an expensive watch he had been eyeing at an auction but couldn’t afford at the moment. His eyes widened in surprise and delight.

"Who would have thought you’d buy it for me?" Han Zhan exclaimed, his excitement bubbling over. He turned to his cousin, "Cousin, you are the best!" he said, almost giddy with joy.

Han Xin smirked, "Consider it an early birthday gift."

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Han Zhan moved to hug Han Xin, but Han Xin raised his hands, pushing him away with a laugh. "Get your filthy paws away from me," he teased, a rare smile breaking through his usually stoic demeanour.

Han Zhan, still brimming with excitement, turned to Han Xin with a mischievous grin. "Cousin, here, give me a kiss muah muah muah," he said, puckering his lips and aiming for Han Xin’s cheek. "Let me give you a kiss!"

Han Xin’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "You better not if you still want to live," he warned, his voice low and menacing.

Han Zhan laughed, moving away as he fastened the watch around his wrist. "I take it back. Your wife will be the most spoiled woman in the world," he teased, admiring the watch’s gleaming face.

Han Xin pulled out his phone, glancing at Han Zhan before tapping on the app store. He had memorized the name of the app when he had seen it on Xiang Yu’s phone earlier. As Han Zhan fiddled with his new watch, Han Xin scrolled through the apps, his mind wandering. Why was he doing this? He wasn’t sure. Searching for "StarMatch" on the app store, he found multiple apps with the same name. Frustration bubbled up as he realized the futility of his search.

With a sigh, Han Xin gave up, locking his phone. "I’m going to sleep," he announced, standing up.

Han Zhan, engrossed in his watch, barely looked up. "Okay," he replied absently, his fingers tracing the intricate details of his new gift.

Han Xin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he headed upstairs.

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Xiang Yu stood in the kitchen, the soft hum of the kettle filling the room as he prepared wolfberry tea. The fragrant aroma of the berries mingled with the steam, creating a soothing atmosphere. In the living room, Old Song sat on the couch, his eyes closed as he rested.

Xiang Yu carefully poured the tea into a mug and carried it to Old Song. "Old Song, you really are a Bodhisattva," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I am very grateful for all you did for us."