Huo Yanshen stood by the roadside, watching in the direction where Yang Mian had left. His eyes carried a gentle smile as he sincerely said, “If you run into any trouble in the future, just come to me. Don’t be polite.”
Yang Mian shook her head lightly, her attitude firm yet polite. “No need. You treated me to barbecue tonight, so we’re even. But if you ever run into something science can’t explain, you can come find me.”
Huo Yanshen raised a brow, a trace of curiosity flashing in his eyes. “Unexplainable things? Like what?”
“For example, ghost encounters or things like that,” Yang Mian blinked, half-joking, half-serious. “Since you treated me to dinner, I’ll give you a discount.”
In truth, she had only just realized she needed to think about making a living.
Although classmates occasionally treated her to meals at school, she couldn’t rely on others forever. Self-reliance was the most reliable option.
As for those “blind fools” of the Yang family, she didn’t even bother using their money.
Hearing this, Huo Yanshen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Ghosts? Possession? Where did she even come up with this? Did she really think she was some little mystic?
Still, he nodded. “Alright. Then I’ll thank you in advance.”
“Okay, I’m leaving. Bye!” Yang Mian waved and turned to go.
“Wait!” Huo Yanshen suddenly called after her. “You haven’t told me your name yet.”
“My name is Yang Mian,” she replied brightly, then turned and disappeared into the night like a nimble deer.
Huo Yanshen remained where he was, watching her figure fade completely from sight.
That night, her appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake—completely changing the trajectory of his life.
“Come out,” Huo Yanshen said to the dark void, his voice low but commanding.
Instantly, four figures emerged from the shadows and respectfully called out in unison, “Lord Shen!”
“Have they been dealt with?” he asked coldly.
“Yes,” the leader replied immediately, his tone full of reverence.
These four were his most trusted subordinates.
Earlier that night, he had been ambushed in a carefully planned assassination attempt and narrowly escaped injury. During his chaotic retreat, he had unexpectedly run into Yang Mian. In the confusion, he had sent out a signal to his men—but they arrived slightly too late, which led to her helping him avoid pursuit.
Hatred surged in Huo Yanshen’s heart.
He silently thought that the old woman in the Huo family had finally made her move. The same woman who had killed his mother.
This blood debt—he would make her pay for it.
He turned and got into the black luxury car already waiting for him. Inside, a chilling killing intent surrounded him, his cold face even more sinister under the dim light.
Though only eighteen, he was already involved in major affairs.
Before returning to the Huo family, he had already started his own business. By fifteen, he had become a CEO—though he kept a low profile, and few people knew.
Those who knew him called him “Lord Shen.”
Those who didn’t assumed “Lord Shen” was a man in his fifties or sixties.
No one would ever guess he was just an eighteen-year-old.
He was gifted with a powerful mind—able to read ten lines at a glance and never forget anything—yet cruelly lost his mother.
“Go to the Huo family estate,” Huo Yanshen said coldly to the driver.
The car shot forward like a black predator and disappeared into the night.
The Huo family estate was brightly lit, as bright as daylight.
The moment Huo Yanshen stepped through the door, a sharp, piercing laugh rang out.
“Well, well, isn’t this Yanshen? What brings you back so late?”
The speaker was the First Madam of the Huo family—dressed elegantly, perfectly made up, every gesture noble and refined. But her eyes carried a calculating chill.
Huo Yanshen ignored her completely and walked straight into the hall, each step steady and imposing.
His father, Huo Zhenxian, sat in the main seat. Seeing him, his expression changed slightly.
“Yanshen, why are you back?” he asked.
To him, this son felt dangerous—too dangerous. And having only just been acknowledged by the family, there was still unfamiliarity between them.
Huo Yanshen let out a cold laugh. “What? Do I need permission to come home? Or are some people afraid I’ll find out something they’ve done?”
His gaze flickered toward the First Madam—the woman who had killed his mother.
Her expression stiffened instantly. “What are you implying? Speak with evidence!”
Without answering, Huo Yanshen calmly pulled out a document folder and threw it onto the table.
Inside were irrefutable proof that she had hired assassins to kill him.
Huo Zhenxian opened it—and his face instantly turned pale, cold sweat breaking out.
“Explain this to me!” he roared, glaring at the First Madam.
The First Madam immediately panicked. “This is a frame-up! I would never do such a thing!”
But Huo Yanshen only looked at her coldly. “Whether it’s a setup or not, you know best.”
He turned and walked away without another word, leaving chaos and argument behind him.
Before his mother’s death is fully investigated, he won’t let this woman die yet.
But the day the truth is revealed—that will be the day she is buried without a grave.
After leaving the estate, he returned directly to his private villa.
The old master was already asleep, unaware of tonight’s events.
Sitting in the spacious living room, Huo Yanshen fell into deep thought.
The file in his hand was the key step in his revenge plan. Now that evidence was secured, his war with the Huo family had officially begun.
And if anyone in the Huo family was involved in his mother’s death…
He would make sure the entire Huo family paid the price.