They Met Again

When Song Wei came out of Lin Xuanxiang's house, she saw someone she had never dreamed that she would meet here—Yan Zhixing.

Fortunately, she was wearing Song Xiaocao's full makeup look, and the sky was also very dark; he probably wouldn't be able to recognize her.

However, Yan Zhixing seemed to be on guard. His gaze remained on her, and he frowned. "Who are you? What are you doing here so late?"

"I'm looking to buy a pot from Blacksmith Lin." Song Wei deliberately added the tone of a dialect so that he couldn't hear her original voice.

Yan Zhixing raised an eyebrow. "Where's the pot?"

"It's not done yet. Duh. You're really demanding. What's with that interrogative tone? You even have to ask when I'm just buying a pot." Song Wei waved her hand impatiently and walked past him.

Actually, if it weren't for her special identity now, she would definitely have tried to find out what Yan Zhixing was doing here.

Could it be that he suddenly realized that his previous attitude towards Lin Xuanxiang was too lacking, or maybe he had come up with a new season of products for filigree crafts?

She vaguely heard Yan Zhixing sigh behind her.

"You look a lot like someone."

Song Wei was a little nervous, but she didn't even turn her head around. "What is wrong with you? If I don't resemble a person, wouldn't that make me a ghost?"

Yan Zhixing seemed to have sobered up as he gave a self-deprecating smile. "It's nothing. I'm the one who's acting strange."

Song Wei was afraid that it would be troublesome if she was recognized so she slipped away promptly.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhixing pushed open that ajar wooden door.

"What are you doing now? Did you leave something behind?" Lin Xuanxiang looked up and saw Yan Zhixing. He was stunned for three seconds before he flew into a rage. "Get out! Scram!"

However, Yan Zhixing simply shifted a stool over casually and sat in front of Lin Xuanxiang. "Long time, no see. Your temper is still the same."

Lin Xuanxiang looked as if he had seen a vile creature that he hated so much that he was gnashing his teeth. His body was even trembling, and he raised the hammer in his hand in bravado. "I said, get out immediately. Or I'll break your dog legs!"

Yan Zhixing's gaze was sharp, and there was a sarcastic and cold smile along the corners of his lips. "You can give it a try and see who will lose out?"

Lin Xuanxiang's raised hammer didn't drop in the end. His silhouette looked a little desolate. "Xiao Wang stole my Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens and sold it to you people because of your instigation, right? Although he's greedy for money, he's brainless and timid. He definitely wouldn't do such a thing."

Yan Zhixing didn't deny it. "Mhm, I did it."

Lin Xuanxiang smiled bitterly. "Have you been waiting for me to walk on the road to ruins? Will you only be happy if I die?"

"Yes." Yan Zhixing's tone and eyes were as cold as ever. He folded his hands together like he was the King of Hell announcing someone's time of death. "It's a pity that when you first heard that I was the boss of PARADISES, you hid away. Otherwise, you would have long been forced into a dead end by me. This time, it's all thanks to the Jiang family looking for you that I had the chance to follow the clues."

"No one from the Jiang family came looking for me…" Lin Xuanxiang paused for a moment. "That young lady called Song Wei treats you pretty well. Don't pin any groundless hatred on her."

"Treats me pretty well?" Yan Zhixing revealed a terrifying sneer. "She's just like my mother. For the sake of money and benefits, she clung to someone richer. However, she's more powerful than I imagined, causing my current reputation to be ruined."

Lin Xuanxiang was silent for a moment. "They are different. Song Wei did everything for you, and she also gave you everything. You never took her sincerity seriously and even got together with her best friend. You have nothing to blame her for. You deserve it."

Yan Zhixing was furious. He picked up a stone beside his hand and flung it out. As he still had some rationality left, he deviated from the target. Otherwise, Lin Xuanxiang would definitely be in trouble.

"I deserve it?!" Yan Zhixing was in a towering rage. "Lin Xuanxiang, you have the least right to say that! Where were you when I was being tortured by that f*cking old man as a b*stard of the Yan family?!"

"…the Yan family can provide you with the best living conditions."

"But the Yan family can't give me my father."

Nor could they teach him love.