Celestial Night Emperor

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: The Dumbest Man in the World

Outside the Changshan Company, inside an RV brought by the Personal Guard, Qin Tianxuan laid Weiwei down.

However, Han Biwei had already woken up on the way here. She had a unique constitution; the drug took effect quickly, but she also recovered just as fast.

She was so shy at that moment that she decided to feign unconsciousness.

But her heart wouldn’t stop racing.

She knew what had just happened far better than Yuan Jingjing did.

Especially when he undressed her and put her in the water. Her consciousness had already started to return by then.

’He... he’s really decisive...’

’Most men in this situation, even a perfect gentleman, wouldn’t be this cold, would they?’

Han Biwei felt a strange twinge.

’He doesn’t seem to feel that way about Jingjing. He’s better to me. In the end, he just left Jingjing behind.’

’Oh, what am I even thinking?’

Just then, a large, warm hand came to rest on her forehead.

Qin Tianxuan carefully checked her temperature. He then poured a glass of warm water and slowly brought it to her lips.

Han Biwei stealthily opened her eyes.

Under the RV’s gentle lighting, the man looked so handsome, so tender.

His deep-set eyes gazed down at her, making Weiwei’s face flush crimson.

”You’re awake?” Qin Tianxuan asked.

Han Biwei was flustered and let out a small groan.

Qin Tianxuan frowned. ”You’ve thrown up most of the drink. Why are you still so groggy?”

He helped her sit up, letting her lean against his legs, and began to gently massage her abdomen.

That was more than Han Biwei could bear. Her eyes flew open, and she cried out, ”I—I’m awake!” Her mind was perfectly clear.

Stunned, Qin Tianxuan hastily let go.

Ah!

Han Biwei nearly fell.

Qin Tianxuan caught her with lightning speed. Their bodies pressed together, so close they could hear each other breathe.

”I’m... I’m sorry...” Those were the only words Han Biwei could manage.

Qin Tianxuan turned his head away. ”Your towel fell!”

The cool air on her skin snapped Han Biwei to her senses. She scrambled to grab the towel and cover herself.

Qin Tianxuan silently handed her clothes to her. ”I had this vehicle brought over. Get some rest. I’ll come pick you up tonight. I already called your home. Uncle Han and Aunt Jiang are looking after Niannian, so don’t worry.”

Seeing that he was about to leave, Han Biwei instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm.

Her face was gentle, her eyes brimming with affection. All she wanted in that moment was to be close to him.

”Hm? Weiwei, is something wrong?” Qin Tianxuan asked, feigning ignorance.

’You fool. You idiot. You’re the stupidest, most clueless man in the entire world!’

Both embarrassed and annoyed, Han Biwei yanked her hand back. ”It’s nothing. It’s not like I’m going to die.”

Qin Tianxuan sighed to himself. Of course he understood, but he couldn’t let it show.

And so, playing dumb, he slowly stepped out of the RV.

Outside, the Personal Guard stood at attention.

”Guard this vehicle,” Qin Tianxuan commanded. ”Guard it even if the heavens fall.”

The surrounding guards snapped to attention. ”Yes, sir! Rest assured!”

Qin Tianxuan threw on a white trench coat and, under the cover of night, headed straight for the Li Family Villa!

The memorial service there was about to begin.

After he had walked two blocks, the screech of tires filled the air as several luxury cars roared to a halt beside him.

The car doors opened, and imposing figures dressed in white stepped out one by one.

”Chen Hai, formerly of the Third Camp, reporting!”

”Captain Chang Beihai, formerly of the Third Camp, reporting!”

More and more of these white-clad figures assembled, all of them standing before Qin Tianxuan.

Some now had potbellies, others were unshaven and scruffy, and a few had the soft look of wealth.

But regardless of their current station, they all still carried the unmistakable air of the Night Emperor’s men.

It was the soul of the Battle Department—a spirit that could never be erased!

The soul of the ever-victorious Third Camp of the Lieyang Army!

”Greetings, Lord Night Emperor!” Their voices rang out in perfect unison as they saluted as one.

Qin Tianxuan returned the salute, crossing an arm over his chest. ”It’s good to see you, my brothers! Is everyone here?”

From behind them, an SUV came tearing down the street, blowing through seven red lights before screeching to a frantic halt.

A burly, powerfully built man with a murderous aura leaped out and charged toward them. ”Reporting! Yue Jingtian, former second-in-command of the Third Camp, is present!”

Qin Tianxuan nodded. ”Thank you for coming.”

He glanced at his watch. ”Form ranks! Our target is the Li Family Villa!”

The wind rose!

The long street fell silent.

But the sound of their synchronized footsteps was as deafening as rolling thunder.

Clad in white like snow, military daggers in hand, they marched straight for the Li Family estate!

「At the Li Family Villa」

Li Tianhui was still standing there in a daze, having forgotten to even put on his mourning clothes.

One of his subordinates urged him anxiously, ”President Li, the guests who’ve come to pay their respects are all waiting. You’re the primary heir to the family now. You have to make an appearance!”

’That’s right. I’m the heir to the Changshan Group now!’

’In just a few days, this immense fortune and unparalleled prestige will all be mine!’

Li Tianhui straightened his back and put on the mourning attire. Then he pulled a small bottle of medicated oil from his pocket and squeezed it vigorously into his eyes.

His eyes now red and swollen, he staggered into the temporary mourning hall, sobbing pitifully.

The hall was filled with the elite of Su City, every one of them appearing grief-stricken.

Li Changshan had been more than just a towering figure in Su City; he was a titan of the business world. His passing was Su City’s greatest loss.

”Please accept our condolences,” the guests said, comforting the various uncles and cousins of the Li Family.

Naturally, Li Tianhui was the center of attention. Word had already gotten out that he was to be the new Sect Leader.

Just then, a reporter who had snuck in rushed forward and asked bluntly, ”Excuse me, who will be taking over the hundred-billion-dollar Changshan Financial Group? Will it be Mr. Li Tianhui?”

Li Tianhui rubbed the medicated oil deeper into his eyes, forcing a constant stream of tears to flow.

Putting on a pained expression, he said, ”That’s right. I will take up this heavy burden and carry on my uncle’s final wishes...”

Before he could finish, a furious voice cut him off. ”Li Tianhui, shut your mouth!”

Footsteps sounded as a group of old men appeared. They were all old guards of the Li Family—loyal subordinates and meritorious retainers who had helped Li Changshan build his business from the ground up.

They were genuinely heartbroken, but they stood ramrod straight. ”The old chairman’s body hasn’t even been found! And you’re already trying to divide his assets? We vehemently object!”

From the crowd, mid-level managers from the Changshan Group also rose and silently moved to stand behind the old retainers.

They had all heard the rumors. United by a common indignation, they had already formed an alliance.

They represented the very foundation of the Changshan Financial Group’s strength.