Chapter 39: Cherishing That Little Bit of Sentiment

  Ling Han stretched out his hand, ready to snatch the file. But Murong Xiaozi suddenly raised the file high up, causing Ling Han's hand to grasp at nothing. A sly glint flashed in her deep blue eyes as she said in a low voice, "I went through great pains to get this file from the Tong Corporation. I'm not just going to give it to you like that. You have to show some appreciation."

  Tong's Enterprise

  The cold and deep eyes suddenly became profound. A wave of ripples rose in his eyes.

  How did Father's documents end up in Tong's company?

  He had always believed that the document was in Old Man Xu's hands, but there was no evidence. Moreover, he repeatedly pressured Old Man Xu, but still couldn't get the document out of him. Until a month ago, he received an "invitation" from Murong Shuangzi and learned that the document he had been chasing after had fallen into Murong Shuangzi's hands.

  That appointment at the bar was to capture Murong Xiaozi and force him to hand over the documents, but I didn't expect it to be ruined by Leng Xi's woman's willfulness.

  I thought Murong Xiaoqi got the file from Old Man Xu, but it turned out to be from Tong Shi Enterprise.

  Ling Han's eyes became increasingly profound. The depths of his inner city were unfathomable. All of this seemed to be getting more and more mysterious.

  "Five million will be transferred into your account." Ling Han's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke in a deep, mellow tone.

  "Alright, it's settled." Murong Xiaoqiu's deep blue eyes were as profound as the ocean, his facial expression calm and unruffled. Yet he spoke with a generous tone, which was quite out of sync. He placed the documents in Ling Han's hands, then beckoned to his troops to retreat, and himself walked towards the door.

  It seems that everyone has to retreat before Ling Han reads the file, otherwise, after Ling Han finishes reading the file, he will not be able to withstand the blow and will launch a fierce attack, causing innocent people to suffer, and it will end in regret.

  As she passed by Leng Xi, Murong Xiao's footsteps suddenly stopped. She turned sideways to face her, and her slightly lowered eyes were as deep and dark as the sea.

  He couldn't ignore the inexplicable pain in his heart. Just now, Leng Xi was holding a gun, and the muzzle was clearly pointing at him, Murong Xiaozi. This woman actually pointed a gun at him for another man. Does that mean she can kill him for Ling Han?

  That shocking and gloomy emotion lingered in the depths of his heart, unable to be shaken off. "You are destined to be mine. Don't worry, one day you will willingly follow me..." Murong Shu's icy voice pierced through the air, striking Cold Creek's eardrum like the dark waters of the deep sea.

  Leng Xi's unsettled eyes suddenly contracted. His heart was tightly entwined by the suddenly grown seaweed. It was a kind of terrifying palpitation.

  Murong Xiaozi won't let it go easily, will he? He's still brooding over their first night together. Has he decided she's his?

  What will he do? How will he deal with her? Leng Xi didn't dare to imagine it, just thinking about it was terrifying. Such a dangerous person, probably capable of doing anything.

  Her eyes suddenly surged like an ancient spring, tears rolling down. Leng Xi's body suddenly softened and was held by Ji Xin Mo.

  Du Shaohui reluctantly let go of Murong Xiaozi's hand, put away the gun in his hand, walked to Leng Xi's face, stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, and worriedly said, "Look at your pale face, are you okay?"

  Leng Xi's body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously retreated backward to avoid Du Shaohui's touch. Her pale lips quivered with fear.

  At this time, Du Shaohui was also a terrifying person to her. He had just shot through someone's hand.

  How could he bring himself to do it.

  He is under Ling Han's command. Is Ling Han also this bloodthirsty and brutal?

  Leng Xi suddenly felt that this life was so strange, full of terror and bloodshed, vastly different from her usual peaceful days.

  Is this the life she wanted? No. Not at all. She just wants to love someone well, and be loved by that person in return. A peaceful and quiet life... Those bloody and intense days would only make people retreat in fear.

  Looking at the ripples of fear in Leng Han's eyes, like a startled deer, unable to calm the waves in his heart, afraid of strangers. Du Shaoxi's empty hand paused in mid-air for a few seconds, silently sighing, and slowly lowering it. The meaningful words "You will get used to it slowly..." This is Leng Han's life, full of thorns, full of shocking moments. If you want to be his woman, you must accept everything about him, you must get used to everything about him...

  Habit

  Her dark eyes flickered, and a strange sensation flashed through her mind, making her feel somewhat intimidated. Her watery eyes involuntarily turned to look at Ling Han.

  His hand holding the document had some joints turning white. Ling Han stared at the document in his hand, and the silver-gray auspicious cloud logo on the bag made him gaze for a long time.

  It can't be wrong. The silver-gray auspicious cloud pattern is the secret file logo that only Father has. So, this file really was left behind by Father before his death.

  A few months ago, my father suddenly had an idea to go to the United States to bring him back and inherit the Lingyun Group. Before leaving, my father arranged many things and even created a secret file with secrets that no one knew about. Originally, it was placed in the safe by my father, but after his accidental death, the file disappeared without a trace.

  His father seemed to know that he would encounter misfortune, yet he still chose to set foot on the journey to America and buried his own life.

  At this moment, looking at this file that may unlock all secrets, Ling Han's heart was unexpectedly unable to calm down.

  Even he, who was not afraid of heaven or earth, was somewhat unwilling and dared not to open the file. His eyes were deep and hidden, cold and slightly red. Ling Han's hand holding the file was also using force, grasping it so tightly that the file was wrinkled.

  Too many doubts. For so many years. Have been tormenting him. Making him want to uncover. Yet not wanting to uncover.

  More than a decade ago, Father was furious and drove him and his mother out of the Ling family. Why did he say that he was a wild species for no reason? He was driven out without any mercy.

  The humiliation of that time is still vivid in his mind. He cannot forgive his father for his cruelty. Cannot let go of the shame of being thrown away like trash.

  He used to resent his father. But just a few years after he followed his mother to the United States, his father changed and often came to the US to see him, giving him the warmest paternal love.

  When he was trained to the point where it was hard to persist, his father also encouraged him and gave him the greatest confidence.

  Human hearts are made of flesh. He slowly put down his hatred for his father, began to accept him, and acknowledged that there was something called paternal love.

  But just then, Father met with an accident and died.

  The pain of loss tormented him. Ling Han vowed to find out the truth. But now, facing the revelation of the truth, he didn't have the strength or courage to see it clearly, and distinguish right from wrong.

  "It's getting late. Let's head back first......" Du Shaohui deeply understood Ling Han's distress at this moment. He walked to his side, his expression somewhat worried, and advised.

  Her deep eyes met Du Shaohui's gaze for a moment, and Ling Han suddenly turned around and walked out without saying anything, disappearing into the hotel entrance under everyone's astonished gazes.

  The file was thrown onto the car seat. Ling Han got in and started the engine. The car sped off with a "whoosh" sound, racing down the vast asphalt road at high speed, whipping up a strong gust of wind.

  The scenery outside the car flashed by quickly. The car shed was opened, and the strong wind blew through the short hair that was cold to the touch. That short hair fluttered upwards in clusters with the wind.

  His face was etched with an unprecedented fatigue, a tangled and contradictory sorrow that swirled in the wind, bewildered, and deeply understood his narrow and profound eyes.

  Speed is his forte. He likes to use speed to vent the discontent in his heart. Sometimes, speeding is also a way to relieve emotions.

  He stepped on it and the car shot out like an arrow, flying swiftly through the air, elusive and unpredictable.

  Gusts of cold wind blew across his face, stinging his skin with a slight pain. Ling Han remained unmoved. The steering wheel in his hand suddenly turned sharply. The car spun around in place at high speed, making several turns. Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires echoed as the silver sports car came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the road. Ling Han's body also lurched forward with a strong inertia.

  Everything has calmed down. Only Ling Han's chest was still heaving.

  He took a few deep breaths. His profound and mysterious gaze fell on the file beside him. He calmed the turmoil in his heart. His slender fingers finally reached out. Picked up the file. No longer hesitating. Opened it decisively.

  It turned out to be a letter.

  Ling Han's eyes narrowed slightly as he quickly opened it. Indeed, it was his father's notes. The flowing cursive black font danced before Ling Han's eyes, each word crystal clear:

  "Son, I know. In this life, I've done many wrong things. I'm sorry to you. You hate me. It's understandable that you don't want to come back and take over the Lingyun Group."

  Dad understands. You're still resentful of Dad for driving you and your mom out ten or more years ago with no feelings. At that time, Dad was also temporarily blinded by rumors and believed the nonsense about your mom's infidelity. Of course, this is just one reason. The most important reason is that at that time, I received news that the woman I loved the most had not died yet. He Qian, surprisingly, she was still alive in this world.

  At that time, Father was young and vigorous. For a moment, I knew you were my son, but for my selfishness, I thought that by driving you and your mother away, He would return to me. So I was like a demon, recklessly driving you away.

  But I had forgotten that He Qian had already followed another man several years ago and even had a child with him. She already has her own life, how can she possibly come back to me?

  I drove you away, yet I still didn't get the woman I love most. I lost everything. It's all what I deserved.

  Dad deeply knows he owes you an apology. It's too late for regrets. I want to use my whole life to make up for the debt I owe you.

  I know you're not willing to take over the Lingyun Group because you're still angry with Dad. But Dad is willing to trade his life for your return. Don't look for the killer, because the killer is in Dad's heart...

  "Son, Daddy is sorry to you. I repent and confess everything to you. Even if you can't forgive Daddy, can you please think of that little bit of affection we had and come back..."

  The deep and mysterious eyes narrowed to an invisible focal length. Ling Han was shocked on the spot. The hand holding the letter paper trembled slightly.

  He Quan. He Quan is still alive.