Xiao Yi looked at the few people with a sense of relief, a kind smile subtly curling his lips.
He then turned his gaze back to Xiao Yu, who sighed and stepped forward to Han Mo Yin. "Now you probably can't ignore the Han family, can you? I've detained Han Jian Yue, and Old Master Han will be here soon. Speaking of which, the root cause is still you. You know that in your heart."
Han Mo Yin lowered his gaze and spoke after a long pause, "I know what I need to do."
Xiao Yu nodded with a smile. "Very good."
Han Mo Yin said no more and rose. He glanced at Xia Wei Liang, opened his mouth as if to speak, but hesitated.
Xia Wei Liang smiled. "Do you want an autograph or a photo?"
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "Can I?"
Xiao Yi glanced at him indifferently. They were all men, and he understood perfectly what that unconcealed emotion in his eyes represented. It was not the kind of look a normal fan would have.
Xia Wei Liang stepped forward, moved closer to him, tilted his head and smiled, raising his phone. "Smile~"
Han Mo Yin's lips curved upwards involuntarily, his gaze never leaving her.
After the photo was taken, she said, "Let's exchange WeChat. I'll send you the picture."
Han Mo Yin seemed almost disbelieving. "Really... can I really?"
Xiao Yu pursed his lips and looked at his fourth brother. As expected, Xiao Yi's expression wasn't very pleasant, but he maintained basic decorum and remained silent.
After exchanging WeChat details, Xia Wei Liang sent him the photo. Han Mo Yin stared at the picture with longing, his fingers seemingly brushing over the screen by chance.
It was a trivial gesture, yet it didn't escape Xiao Yi's notice.
Seeing the deepening of his fourth brother's brow, Xiao Yu knew that if Han Mo Yin stayed any longer, someone might erupt.
So, he stepped forward at the opportune moment. "Young Master Han, shall we go?"
This address, "Young Master Han," caused the smile on Han Mo Yin's face to slowly fade, as if he had been abruptly pulled back to reality from a beautiful dream.
He decisively put away his phone, as if having made an important decision, and turned to leave.
Xiao Yu followed him out. As they passed one of the private rooms on the ninth floor, Zhao Xuan happened to open the door. "Boss, everything's settled."
The door slowly closed, and through the gap, Han Mo Yin saw the people Han Jian Yue had brought. They were currently squatting against the wall, heads in their hands, lined up. Four security guards with electric batons were keeping an eye on them.
Xiao Yu suddenly asked, "You like Xia Wei Liang?"
Han Mo Yin froze, a hint of unnaturalness crossing his face, but he readily admitted, "Yes."
Xiao Yu tilted his head and asked with a smile, "Heh heh, is she your idol?"
Knowing what he meant, Han Mo Yin slowly said, "Young Master Xiao Liu should also understand my past. From childhood to adulthood, my primary task has always been to survive. So, apart from making money, I haven't thought about anything else."
He paused and then added, "She is the only person who has ever made me think of love."
And it all stemmed from their first meeting.
At that time, she had just debuted and was accompanying her company to various university campuses to build her profile.
Han Mo Yin in high school was nowhere near as handsome as he was now. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, and with his poor family background, he didn't have any decent clothes, wearing the same oversized school uniform year-round.
But he didn't mind. He had seen all sorts of looks. Busy with making a living, he had no time to care what others thought.
But that day, he was particularly dejected. His chance to be an exchange student in Australia had been snatched away by a classmate from a wealthier family, and he was hiding under a tree, crying.
These were tears he had suppressed for too long. He had tried so hard.
Until, a faint fragrance drifted over with the breeze. He slowly looked up, and his eyes fell upon a very beautiful young girl, who looked about their age.
She smiled at him. "Is something bothering you? Coincidentally, I'm not in a great mood either. Let's be each other's listeners."
Perhaps because she was a complete stranger, someone whose life wouldn't intersect with his, or perhaps because he had been lonely for too long and didn't want to endure it alone anymore, he seemed to lose his senses and, with a drooping head, recounted his life and the injustices he had faced in fragments.
The girl listened quietly the entire time, neither comforting nor agreeing.
She knew that what he needed now was to pour out his heart.
Finally, after he finished speaking, Han Mo Yin felt much lighter, less stifled.
He felt a little embarrassed and murmured, "Thank you for listening to me for so long."
The girl smiled, revealing her neat, white teeth. "You helped me pass the time. I should be thanking you."
At that moment, someone called her.
"Wei Liang! Xia Wei Liang!"
"Over here!"
It was Ji Huan who had found her. Seeing her, she chided, "The event is about to start, why are you hiding here alone?"
"Heh heh, coming right up."
Xia Wei Liang stood up and glanced down at the dejected young man. She reached out and patted his shoulder. "Kid, don't give up on anything. Look at me, I'm not exactly a singing and dancing prodigy, but I still have to push myself to do it!"
Later, Han Mo Yin learned that she was a celebrity. Although she had just debuted and her talents weren't particularly impressive, he never forgot her name: Xia Wei Liang.
Not long after she left that day, his director found him and proactively brought up the exchange student matter, saying the school had added another spot...
Han Mo Yin later learned that it was Xia Wei Liang who had approached the school and covered all his expenses for the exchange program.
His memories were not many that were beautiful. Only this segment related to her was something he would never want to forget.
At this moment, Han Mo Yin lowered his gaze and chuckled softly, saying, "I know what you want to say, but who can control their own heart? If they could, why would Young Master Xiao have waited so long?"
Xiao Yu's eyes narrowed dangerously. Han Mo Yin simply shrugged. "While you were investigating me, I also took the opportunity to learn about your Xiao family. It's just returning the favor."
Staring at him, Xiao Yu suddenly smiled again. "You're much more interesting than that fool Han Jian Yue!"
"Mhm, and you're cuter than Xiao Yi."
Xiao Yu was taken aback, then he laughed. "Kid, you're really growing on me!"
Inside the private room, it was a mess.
Xia Wei Liang carefully skirted the shattered glass on the floor and sat down on the sofa. "Whether Han Mo Yin wants to return to the Han family is his own business. Don't get involved."
Don't think she didn't understand what Xiao Yu had said earlier. He had detained someone's son. With the status and position of Han Hong Sui, did they expect him to come and beg for favors? If he didn't blow the place up, it would only be because he had a good temper!
If this got out, how would the Han family maintain their standing? With Han Jian Yue's unpleasant attitude, wouldn't people be able to track him down everywhere in the future!
But what if the Xiao family sent back another son?
And one who was far more outstanding than Han Jian Yue in every aspect. Forget avenging his eldest son, Han Hong Sui would probably be so grateful he'd want to send a banner!