Chapter 180: True Identity
Yin Lingyan, don’t be foolish. It’s not worth it. He doesn’t take you seriously at all, hehe.
Yin Lingyan walked like this for a while, and the weather started to turn bad. The weather in March could change in an instant, and she didn’t have time to react before the heavy rain began to pour down.
Yin Lingyan felt the raindrops soaking her body one by one. It was the first time she had ever seen herself so disheveled.
She weakly squatted down, hugging her legs with her hands. The rain wet her hair, dripping down strand by strand.
Han Wuyu happened to be walking from this direction and saw the figure faintly visible in the rain. Although the scene was beautiful, it felt unbearable no matter how he looked at it.
…”Xiao Yan’er.” Han Wuyu’s mouth involuntarily uttered the address he had practiced countless times.
Yin Lingyan was completely unaware that her disheveled state had been seen by the person who had hurt her the most, so she cried unrestrainedly.
Yin Lingyan’s crying was heartbreaking. Even Han Wuyu could hear the sorrow in her heart. It was also the first time she had cried so loudly to vent all the sadness in her heart. What should I do, it hurts so much.
My heart hurts so much, Lingyan, what should I do with you? Han Wuyu couldn’t help but cover his chest. His long legs moved forward uncontrollably. At this moment, Yin Lingyan was completely relaxed and didn’t notice that the person who made her cry so sadly was already standing beside her.
Han Wuyu wanted to speak, but his throat felt as if it were stuck, and he couldn’t say anything. Scenes from the past kept flashing in his mind. He slowly squatted down, his posture much larger than Yin Lingyan’s, and then pulled her into his arms.
The familiar scent instantly enveloped her entire body, and her expression and body stiffened in an instant.
At this moment, his embrace was so warm, but…
Yin Lingyan only had a moment of daze before, with a strength she didn’t know where it came from, she suddenly stood up, pushed Han Wuyu away, and left without even giving him a glance.
Han Wuyu watched the woman’s figure slowly disappear into the rain. He stood in the rain, lost in thought, until there was no one in front of him anymore.
Ji Mofeng’s figure also appeared behind Han Wuyu at this moment, holding a large black umbrella.
“Is it worth treating yourself like this for a woman?” Ji Mofeng said earnestly, as he really couldn’t bear to watch.
Han Wuyu heard the voice and immediately turned around, staring fiercely at Ji Mofeng, “Who exactly are you?”
Rather than answering his question, he wanted to ask the question that had always been in his mind.
Ji Mofeng chuckled, “Do you know who the founder of **** is?”
Han Wuyu frowned upon hearing his words. Founder? Who knew. **** had already existed for a long time, though he wasn’t sure how many years.
“So what if I know? So what if I don’t?” Han Wuyu answered Ji Mofeng with a question, which surprised Ji Mofeng for a moment.
“Interesting.” Ji Mofeng elegantly flicked his umbrella and said, “The founder of **** is my grandfather.”
This should make it clear.
Han Wuyu, contrary to his usual demeanor, stared at Ji Mofeng, utterly shocked.
They knew about the existence of the founder of ****, but although they were the founders, they did not participate in any of ****’s affairs. Even the Heart of the King could be given to whomever they pleased.
If all the gangs wanted to compete for first place, they were merely kneeling before the founder.
Therefore, it’s not that **** exists inherently, but that someone needs to create it.
