Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 206: Are you going to fight me

Xiang Yu didn’t respond, his focus resolute. Han Jia tried again, "Why can’t I tilt my hand to the side like in the movies?"

"Just do as I taught you," Xiang Yu replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Han Jia sighed and pulled the trigger, but the shot went wide, not even close to the target. "That was bad," he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. A nearby bodyguard couldn’t help but think, You think?

"It’s fine," Xiang Yu said, his voice steady. "You just need more practice."

He stood beside Han Jia, his presence a steadying force. He adjusted Han Jia’s stance, moving his hands with a firm but gentle touch. Han Jia held his breath, feeling the heat rise to his face as Xiang Yu stood so close.

"Are you this cold to your girlfriend?" Han Jia asked, his voice barely above a whisper. When Xiang Yu didn’t reply, he continued, "Or boyfriend?"

Xiang Yu finally met Han Jia’s gaze, his eyes serious. "Young master, too much curiosity is not necessarily a good thing," he said, his tone firm but not unkind.

Xiang Yu stepped back, ready to continue the lesson, when a familiar voice called out from nearby. It was Han Xin, his presence adding a new layer of tension to the scene.

Han Xin’s voice cut through the air like ice shards. "Indeed, not a good thing," he said, his tone icy and unforgiving. Xiang Yu’s heart skipped a beat at the sound, a rare flicker of emotion crossing his otherwise stoic face. Damn, why did he feel like a wife caught cheating. Han Jia’s entire demeanour shifted to one of annoyance, his eyes narrowing as he turned to face his brother.

"What are you doing here?" Han Jia demanded, his voice edged with irritation.

Han Xin didn’t reply immediately. His gaze remained fixed on Xiang Yu, a silent command in his eyes. Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and menacing. "Lesson is over. Xiang Yu, come with me."

Han Jia’s frustration boiled over. "No, he is supposed to help me. Father said so," he protested, his voice rising in pitch.

Xiang Yu, maintaining his composure, took the gun from Han Jia’s hands. He removed the bullets with practised ease, ensuring the weapon was safe before setting it down. Without a word, he turned and followed Han Xin, his steps measured and deliberate.

Han Jia gritted his teeth, his anger simmering just below the surface. Han Xin had always taken things from him ever since he was brought into the Han family. To Han Jia, Han Xin walked around with an air of superiority, as if he owned the place, completely disregarding him.

Struggling to restrain his anger, Han Jia shouted after Xiang Yu, "See you soon Yu Yu," his tone was ambiguous and coquettish.

Xiang Yu paused for a brief moment, his back still turned to Han Jia. He didn’t respond, but the tension in the air was palpable. He continued walking while cursing this idiot in his heart. Was he trying to anger Han Xin further? The man was on the verge of erupting like a volcano yet Han Jia kept poking and poking.

Han Xin slammed the car door, seething with anger, though his expression remained impassive. His aura, however, was telling. Xiang Yu could feel the rage boiling beneath Han Xin’s skin, but what could Han Xin be dissatisfied with? Was Han Xin jealous? But he has no interest in that idiot. In his mind, he asked the Divine Emperor, "How long had he been standing there?"

The Divine Emperor, who thought this little vixen was up to it again, replied, "He has been watching you since you started explaining the shooting stance to Han Jia." Han Xin had witnessed the entire process of Xiang Yu interacting with Han Jia. Even this god could see that Xiang Yu was such a flirt and that idiot Han Jia was also drawn to him like a firefly. Xiang Yu had no idea that he had been branded a vixen again.

"Maybe he likes me," Xiang Yu mused while glancing at Han Xin sitting next to him. But Han Xin was so icy towards him that you would think he had robbed him or something.

The Divine Emperor scoffed, "You wish. He is mad because you are meant to be loyal to him, but you are openly frolicking with the enemy."

Xiang Yu, speechless, looked down at his phone and said to the Divine Emperor in his mind, "If your son kills me, you are going to have to compensate me."

The Divine Emperor was too stunned to speak. His son was a well-behaved, kind-hearted immortal. Twenty minutes later, the Divine Emperor would have to take his words back. His so-called kind-hearted immortal of a son handed Xiang Yu a blue judo suit as soon as they reached the seaside villa.

"Put this on," Han Xin commanded.

Xiang Yu caught it, seeming puzzled. He recognized it and asked, "Are you going to fight me?"

Han Xin just glared at him and walked up the stairs, leaving a very confused Xiang Yu standing there. Butler Qing approached and said, "Young sir, follow me. Let me show you where you can change clothes."

Xiang Yu followed the old man, muttering to the Divine Emperor in his mind, "Kind-hearted immortal, my foot."

The divine emperor, "..."

***

Han Xin entered his bedroom, a dark cloud looming over him. The room, usually a sanctuary of calm, felt oppressive tonight. He shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it fall carelessly onto the chair by the window, and loosened his tie with a sharp tug.

An hour ago, he had been in his office, immersed in a crucial meeting. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of porcelain as Han Zhan poured tea for their business partners. Han Xin rarely checked his phone during such times, but the persistent vibration in his pocket had drawn his attention. The message he read made his brow furrow slightly, a rare crack in his composed facade.

He glanced at Han Zhan, who was engaging their guests with effortless charm. Han Zhan noticed the shift in Han Xin’s demeanour and approached him with a concerned whisper, "What’s wrong?"

"Take care of them," Han Xin murmured, rising from his seat. Han Zhan’s eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded. Han Xin slipped on his suit jacket, offering a brief apology to the two men and one woman seated at the table. "Han Zhan will take care of you. There’s something urgent I need to attend to."

As he walked out, Han Zhan quickly excused himself, catching up with Han Xin near the elevator. "Why not let me go? Whatever it is, I can handle it. You should stay here; this meeting is important."

Han Xin shook his head, his voice firm. "No, this is personal." Han Zhan, knowing how uncharacteristic this was for Han Xin, was left in disbelief. What could be so critical that Han Xin would abandon an important meeting?

The answer lay in the message Han Xin had received. Xiang Yu had been summoned by his father to the clan home. The implications were troubling, and Han Xin’s mind raced with possibilities. He had left immediately, his concern for Xiang Yu overriding all else.

But nothing could have prepared him for what he found upon arrival. In the garden, Xiang Yu was holding Han Jia looking so harmonious and staring into each other’s eyes lovely. Fury surged through Han Xin, his vision tinged with red. It took every ounce of his self-control to restrain himself from confronting them then and there.

The drive back was a blur. Xiang Yu, oblivious to Han Xin’s turmoil, casually took out his phone. Was he texting Han Jia or was it someone else from the pink cherry, or that man from the restaurant? Or maybe that young man who he was doing his tattoo yeasterday. Why was Xiang Yu so popular? Why did they want to take him away from him? The thought was like a red rag to a bull, and Han Xin clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white.