Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 201: Tornado Lian and Mei

Xiang Yu had never seen Lian and Mei like this before. Under the influence of sugar they were like little feral daredevils constantly fighting and bouncing around like they had been injected with chicken blood.

For the most part they were normally well-behaved but tonight they were a lot of work. Getting them to do anything was like pulling at teeth. It took every ounce of this Demon King’s patience to finally get them into bed, their laughter still echoing in his ears.

As they settled under the covers, their eyes still sparkling with mischief, Xiang Yu took a deep breath and asked, "So, how was your first day at school?"

The twins had been reluctant to go, and Xiang Yu had braced himself for complaints. Lian was the first to speak, his voice tinged with boredom. "Class was boring."

Mei chimed in enthusiastically, "Yes, very boring. And the math teacher was spitting the entire class."

Lian nodded vigorously. "There’s so much work. It’s boring."

Xiang Yu scratched his head, already dreading the battle it would be to get them to school the next day. It seemed like it would take a lot more bribing than he had anticipated. But then, Lian’s face lit up.

"But we met new people, the food was yummy, and we played sports."

Mei nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, we had so much fun! We played something called hockey and we played music instruments."

Xiang Yu let out a soft laugh, relief washing over him. "Okay," he said, smiling. He had thought he would have to drag them to school tomorrow kicking and screaming, but it seemed they had found some joy in their day after all.

What Xiang Yu didn’t know was that when they said they met new people, they meant they had saved a kid from being bullied. When they said they played sports, they had actually hit the bullies with the ball and found it hilarious. And when they said they played instruments, they had put chalk powder inside the bullies’ music instruments. In other words they made the bullies miserable all day.

After school, when the bullies tried to retaliate, Lian and Mei had tag-teamed like wrestlers in a ring, putting the bullies in their place. So yes, they had the most fun in school.

Xiang Yu settled himself between their beds, a warm smile playing on his lips as he asked, "So... what is school like?"

Lian and Mei’s eyes lit up with excitement. They launched into a detailed recount of their day, their voices overlapping in their eagerness to share every moment. They described the cafeteria food with surprising enthusiasm, listing every item they had eaten. They giggled as they recounted the nicknames they had given their teachers—Mr. Spit for the math teacher, who had a habit of spraying his words, and Miss Giggles for the always-laughing art teacher.

Xiang Yu listened intently, his smile growing wider with each story. He loved seeing them so animated and happy. After they had exhausted their tales, Mei looked up at him with wide eyes and asked, "Master, what did you do today?"

Lian chimed in, "Did you miss us?"

Xiang Yu’s mind flashed back to his time at Han Xin’s house. He cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. "Well, I punished the person who placed you in the shipping container."

Mei sat up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Really?" she exclaimed.

Xiang Yu nodded. "Yes."

Lian, ever the inquisitive one, asked, "Did you take a video of it?"

Xiang Yu chuckled. "No, but someone did. I will try and get it for you. I made sure he won’t be able to sit straight for days."

Of course, the Dragon Head had taken a video of the punishment. It had been sent to all the clan leaders as a warning of what would happen if they broke the rules. Xiang Yu thought he could ask Han Xin to give him a copy to show the twins.

"I will get it for you," he promised.

The twins’ faces lit up with delight. But Xiang Yu wasn’t done. "But no sugar for you for the whole week."

Lian groaned, "Oh no," and Mei pouted, but they exchanged a look that told Xiang Yu they were already plotting something.

He could read them like a book. "And no, you can’t torture Little Bai into getting you ice cream."

Lian and Mei grumbled, having been caught in their scheme. Xiang Yu felt a sense of satisfaction. "Go to sleep. You have school tomorrow."

He got up and tucked them in, saying good night. "Good night, Master," Lian said.

"Night night," Mei echoed.

Xiang Yu switched off the light and walked out, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment. He entered his bedroom and slumped onto the bed, inhaling deeply. The scent of Han Xin lingered on his clothes, making his ears feel hot. He couldn’t help but wonder if Han Xin would notice what he had done in his bathroom though the possible was close to none.

***

Around midnight, Han Xin finally switched off his laptop, the screen’s glow fading into darkness. He stretched, feeling the stiffness in his muscles from hours of work. With a sigh, he stood up and walked over to the couch where Han Zhan was sprawled, fast asleep. Gently, he tapped Han Zhan on the shoulder.

Han Zhan jolted awake, his hand instinctively moving towards his waist where his gun usually rested. Seeing it was Han Xin, he relaxed, rubbing his eyes. "Why are you scaring me at night?" he grumbled.

Han Xin smirked. "Get up, don’t drool on the couch."

Han Zhan sat up, muttering, "How ungrateful. Who was I keeping company in the first place?"

"I told you, you don’t have to," Han Xin replied, already turning towards the stairs.

Han Zhan sighed as he stood, stretching his arms. "You need a wife or something. You always work until late."

Han Xin, halfway up the stairs, glanced back. "If I get a wife, you should move out."

Han Zhan chuckled, shaking his head. "That won’t happen any time soon. We will be roommates for life brother."