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"You're really trusting. Aren’t you afraid I might betray you?" Han ShuYi crossed his arms and stared coldly at HuMing, clearly unconvinced by his words.

Given their history, it wasn’t surprising. To Han ShuYi, HuMing had always been a sworn enemy—there was no foundation for trust. More importantly, he had no reason to help him.

Even if Gu ZhaoChuan’s presence irritated him to no end, watching HuMing and Gu ZhaoChuan at each other’s throats was still amusing enough for Han ShuYi to enjoy the show.

"Even if you do betray me, I still have ways to deal with you." HuMing replied confidently.

At those words, Han ShuYi stood up. He dusted off his sleeves and walked away without even glancing back.

But just before he stepped out, HuMing still caught what he said.

"In that case, get lost. I won’t help you."

HuMing sat still, watching Han ShuYi’s figure gradually vanish through the doorway, his face expressionless.

He remained there in silence for a long while. No one knew exactly what was going through his mind, but it was clear the negotiation had failed.

When he stepped out of the police station, he saw Han LiTian’s car parked by the roadside. HuMing walked straight toward it.

As soon as he got in, his eyes met Han LiTian’s.

There was no emotion in the old man’s gaze, and it was impossible to tell what he thought of HuMing’s visit to Han ShuYi.

“Dad, you must’ve heard and came right away. What’s your take on Han ShuYi?”

“…This outcome is what he deserves. He shouldn’t have done all those things—shouldn’t have tried to get you killed. Back then… I really hoped the two of you could live together in peace at home.”

Han LiTian had imagined that scenario more than once. Sadly, reality had always turned out differently.

In the end, Han ShuYi walked a path of no return. And HuMing… walked away from him.

“Let’s go home.”

HuMing turned his head to look out the window. His voice remained calm.

…

Far away, in JingDu—

Word of HuMing’s departure had spread, and in the shadows, many began to stir.

With Shi Zhong missing, Dr. Huang had been consumed with thoughts of his wife. He desperately wanted to see her again. And from his last conversation with HuMing, he vaguely sensed that Shi Zhong might be deliberately keeping her from him.

Whether she was dead or alive—he had no way of knowing. That uncertainty gnawed at him.

He was on edge, yet dared not act rashly.

As usual, he walked up to Xie QiuLing’s hospital bed for a routine check. But just as he approached, he clearly saw her fingers twitch ever so slightly—followed by a faint fluttering of her eyelids. frёeωebɳovel.com

He froze for a moment, then quickly leaned closer and spoke softly.

“Miss Xie, can you hear me? If you can hear me, move your fingers.”

Xie QiuLing seemed to be struggling inside a nightmare. Her fingers started to trace across the blanket in response to his voice.

It was a promising sign—her consciousness was returning.

Dr. Huang quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Gu WeiYi’s number.

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