Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches-Chapter 234Vol. 1 - - Young Master
“Han ShuYi, someone wants to See You.”
In the darkness, Han ShuYi murmured to himself, then slowly lifted his head. The jagged scar across his face was a terrifying sight.
He pushed himself up, his movements sluggish, hindered by the handcuffs tightly restraining his wrists.
Walking down the corridor, his disheveled hair hung over his lifeless eyes, his steps slow and unsteady.
A police officer opened the door and motioned for him to enter.
Han ShuYi raised his head—only to see the person he hated most. If he had a knife in his hands right now, he would carve HuMing into a thousand pieces!
"What are you doing here? Let me tell you, don’t expect to get anything out of me!"
"You have nothing I need anymore. Besides, do you really think I’d believe anything that comes from your mouth?" HuMing chuckled, his voice laced with mockery.
Han ShuYi clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay calm.
Though, truth be told, he really wanted to strike him right now.
"If you're just here to humiliate me, then get lost!"
"No. I’m here to ask you something."
"Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t believe a word I say?" Han ShuYi sneered, watching HuMing with cold amusement.
He was sure HuMing had something to ask him—otherwise, he wouldn’t be acting so composed.
HuMing ignored the sarcasm and continued.
"Do you really trust the person behind you? Do you believe everything he tells you?"
Han ShuYi froze. He couldn't understand why HuMing was still dragging this matter up.
No matter what that person said, HuMing was the real enemy.
Did he really think he could use this to distract him?
"What does this have to do with you?"
"Oh, it has nothing to do with me. But it has everything to do with you." HuMing suddenly leaned in, startling Han ShuYi.
Han ShuYi instinctively flinched back, memories of the moment HuMing overpowered him flashing through his mind.
He knew the difference in strength between them. That was why, the moment HuMing moved, he had recoiled without thinking.
A deep, subconscious fear.
"Have you ever considered that your existence means nothing to that guy? That you're just a tool—just something to use against me?"
"What the hell are you trying to say?"
Han ShuYi was furious at himself for that moment of fear, his glare searing with hatred, wishing he could shove HuMing out of his sight.
"Think about it. When I returned, didn't you guys run a genetic test on me? And tell me—why, even though I am Han HuMing, did the results say otherwise?"
"You're not Han HuMing!"
Han ShuYi spat out the words, but unfortunately, no one believed him.
Still, HuMing had done something unexpected.
Han ShuYi had thought a DNA test would be enough to expose HuMing’s identity. But the results had said otherwise.
HuMing must have tampered with it somehow.
But why bring this up now?
Han ShuYi looked up, locking eyes with HuMing’s smirking expression.
A chilling thought surged into his mind.
He didn’t dare say it out loud.
Because he feared HuMing would confirm it.
His breath came fast and heavy as he glared at HuMing.
Now he understood why HuMing was asking these questions.
But he didn’t want to chase after the truth anymore.
Because he feared it was all an illusion.
Seeing the conflict and terror in Han ShuYi’s eyes, HuMing knew he had finally realized it.
If he could tamper with genetic results, then why couldn't that person do the same?
That person had told Han ShuYi that this was his rightful place—but was that really true? Who could say for certain that he wasn’t just being used?
After everything that had happened, even Han ShuYi himself wasn’t sure what was real anymore.
"Han ShuYi, tell me… do you think that man lied to you?"
"Get out! Get the hell out!"
Unable to bear the turmoil inside him, Han ShuYi suddenly lunged at HuMing.
But before he could get close, the officer behind him restrained him.
HuMing, however, remained calmly seated, watching as Han ShuYi roared at him in fury.
"Tell me—if that man was lying, then didn’t you personally send that couple to prison? Haven’t you spent years chasing a truth that never even existed?"
"HuMing! You’re lying to me! You’re lying!"
"Perhaps." HuMing stood up, flashing a perfectly guarded smile. "But from the moment you used that couple as a tool, your fate was sealed. Blood ties may be important, but so is the family that raised you. Pity you never understood that."
"HuMing! HuMing!"
Han ShuYi roared, struggling desperately even as he was pinned to the table.
"No matter what the truth is, you’ll be rotting in this place for the rest of your life. And as for your so-called ‘truth’—you can spend your days in prison wondering if it was ever real at all."
"Tell me! Tell me it’s true! Tell me I am Han Family’s son!"
HuMing turned and walked away.
The desperate cries behind him grew fainter and fainter until they vanished entirely.
As he had said—whether or not Han ShuYi was really a son of the Han family no longer mattered.
Because Han ShuYi himself was no longer useful.
And chasing after the so-called truth would only bring more pain.
—
The first raindrop fell. Then, in an instant, the skies split open, pouring torrential rain onto the earth.
HuMing stepped out of the police station, standing still as the downpour drenched the streets. He hadn’t expected it to rain today. Such bad timing.
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Just when he was about to call for a ride, a sound of a car horn reached him. Turning toward the source, he saw a man step out of the driver’s seat, raising an umbrella. A smile dancing on his lips.
HuMing blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected this person to still be in the city.
Lan Jun.
After his "death", Lan Jun had resigned from the Han family.
HuMing hadn’t found that strange. Han ShuYi and Han YunXi both had their own drivers, so it was only natural that Lan Jun, who had once been his, would be dismissed as well.
Lan Jun walked over, umbrella in hand, and spoke in a respectful tone.
"Young Master, I’ve come to pick you up."
