Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 551: Have you seen enough?

Xiang Yu began to walk slowly, his fingers trailing along the edge of the table as he moved. His steps were deliberate, his presence commanding attention. His fingers brushed against Han Xin’s arm as he passed, the touch light but intentional.

His hand slid up Han Xin’s shoulder as he spoke. "No elections. No change in leadership. That’s what she wants." His voice was low, almost a murmur, but every word carried weight.

He stopped, his hand resting on Han Xin’s shoulder. "But we," he said, his tone shifting to one of quiet confidence, "can ruin all her plans." Xiang Yu’s gaze turned to Han Xin, his eyes soft and affectionate.

The moment lingered, the air between them charged with unspoken understanding. Then, without hesitation, Xiang Yu leaned in and kissed Han Xin’s cheek.

The room erupted in shocked whispers. Han Xin didn’t react outwardly, his expression as calm and stoic as ever, but Han Zhan’s eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly agape as if he had just witnessed a supernatural event. The others exchanged glances, some suppressing smirks, others looking utterly bewildered.

Xiang Yu straightened, his demeanour unbothered by the reactions. "Anyone not interested in participating can stay behind and protect the city," he said, his tone casual but firm. He walked over to the window, leaning against the frame as he looked out.

The sandstorm had long stopped, and the weather was now clear and calm. He closed his eyes, his head tilting slightly as he stretched his neck, the movement slow and deliberate. The way he moved was alluring, almost sensual, the bright hickey on his neck impossible to miss.

The room fell silent again, the tension palpable. Slowly, the pieces began to click into place. They understood now why Han Xin was so captivated by Xiang Yu. It wasn’t just his looks or his charm. It was his confidence, his intelligence, his unshakable presence. He was a force of nature, and Han Xin, the unyielding leader, had found his match.

Xiang Yu opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the room. "Well?" he said, his voice cutting through the silence. "What will it be?"

The group exchanged glances once more, but this time, there was no hesitation. One by one, they nodded, their expressions resolute. They were in.

Han Xin sat at the head of the table, his gaze sharp as he noticed the way everyone’s eyes kept flicking toward Xiang Yu. The attention wasn’t subtle, and it wasn’t something Han Xin was willing to tolerate.

His jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists beneath the table as he restrained the storm brewing inside him. Xiang Yu was his, and the way they were staring, especially at the hickey on his neck, was crossing a line.

"Have you seen enough?" Han Xin’s voice cut through the room like a whip, cold and commanding. The room fell silent instantly, the weight of his tone forcing everyone to look away. Awkwardly, they cleared their throats, shifting in their seats as if suddenly finding the walls or the table far more interesting.

Han Xin’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. The sound echoed in the tense silence. "Then let’s get to work," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We should be done in three days, so we can set off."

He turned to Xiang Yu, his gaze softening only slightly as he said, "Come here." Xiang Yu followed obediently.

The way he moved, so effortlessly in sync with Han Xin, only added to the unspoken intimacy between them. He walked around the table, his steps unhurried but purposeful, stopping just beside Han Xin.

Han Xin reached out, his hand wrapping firmly around Xiang Yu’s wrist. Without another word, they walked out of the room together, hand in hand. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving the room in stunned silence. The group exchanged wide-eyed glances, no one daring to speak for a long moment.

Finally, Han Zhan cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "You heard him," he said, his voice firm but slightly strained. "Now get going."

The group scrambled to their feet, their movements quick and efficient as they scattered to begin their tasks. Within moments, the room was empty, leaving Han Zhan alone with his thoughts. He sat back in his chair, his mind racing as he replayed what had just happened.

Han Xin...the Han Xin... had just displayed public affection in front of everyone. Han Zhan couldn’t fathom it. It was... unbelievable. Han Xin was known for his stoicism, his unshakable composure.

He was a man of few words and even fewer emotions, especially in front of others. But the way he had looked at Xiang Yu, the way he had touched him so openly, it was a side of Han Xin that Han Zhan had never seen before.

Han Zhan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair. "What is happening?" he muttered to himself, the words tinged with disbelief.

But deep down, he knew. Han Xin had always been a man of extremes, ruthless in his leadership, unwavering in his focus. And now, it seemed, he had taken that same intensity and directed it toward Xiang Yu.

Outside, Han Xin and Xiang Yu walked down the corridor, their steps in perfect harmony. Han Xin’s grip on Xiang Yu’s wrist loosened slightly, his fingers sliding down to intertwine with Xiang Yu’s. Neither of them said a word, but the silence between them spoke volumes. Han Xin’s earlier irritation had faded, replaced by something softer, something warmer.

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Xiang Yu sat at a long table in the canteen, the twins Lian and Mei flanking him as they ate dinner. The room was alive with chatter, but their conversation was light and personal. Lian poked at her food, her nose scrunched in frustration. "This sand," she muttered, "it got into everything. Even between my toes."

Mei sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Your toes? You should have seen my hair. I had to scrub my scalp for an hour to get it all out." freewebnoveℓ.com

Lian leaned back in her chair, her expression puzzled. "Why did the weather change so much? It was like a sudden storm out of nowhere."

Xiang Yu listened quietly, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had some idea of who might be stirring up chaos, but he didn’t voice it. Instead, he took a sip of his tea, his gaze thoughtful but distant.

Meanwhile, Han Xin was striding toward the canteen, his steps quick and purposeful. He would never admit it, but the thought of having dinner with Xiang Yu had been on his mind all day.

His expression was as stoic as ever, but there was a certain urgency in his movements. Han Zhan, walking a few paces behind him, had been simmering with unease since the earlier display in the conference room. Finally, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

"Wait wait," Han Zhan said, catching up to Han Xin and grabbing his arm. "We need to talk."