Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 555: How to tease a cold beauty

Just when he thought he would be swallowed whole, a figure emerged through the darkness, illuminated with a warm glow. As the light grew brighter, Han Xin squinted, and the figure swam closer.

When the face finally came into focus, his heart jolted. It was Xiang Yu, but not the Xiang Yu he knew. This version was ethereal, almost otherworldly; his long, flowing hair cascaded like waves around him.

Xiang Yu’s lips were a vivid red, contrasting with the pale of his skin, and his neck and chest were adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with life. Han Xin’s breath caught in his throat as Xiang Yu extended his hand, revealing similar patterns that marked the back of his palm.

There was something enchanting yet forbidden about him. Han Xin felt both drawn in and overwhelmed by this vision. Xiang Yu’s red-tipped fingers beckoned him, and instinctively, Han Xin raised his hand, desperate to reach him.

For a fractured moment, he feared he wouldn’t be able to bridge the distance between them. Panic surged within him as the shadows gripped harder, pulling him down into their depths.

But then Xiang Yu’s hand connected with his, warm and solid, and he pulled him into a fierce embrace. Han Xin felt the shadows recede, the light enveloping him. In the lull, Xiang Yu whispered softly in his ear, "Xin-ge... wake up."

Suddenly, Han Xin jolted awake, blinking against the sunlight that flooded the vehicle. He squinted, disoriented, as he caught sight of Han Zhan leaning over him. "Han Xin!" Han Zhan called again, his voice laced with urgency.

"Did I wake up?" Han Xin murmured, dissatisfaction simmering in his dark eyes.

"I didn’t mean to wake you," Han Zhan replied, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. "But Xiang Yu wants to talk to you."

The mention of Xiang Yu lit something in Han Xin’s heart, but he kept his tone icy. "Is it urgent?"

Han Zhan leaned closer. "He said he would only speak to you."

Annoyance flared within Han Xin, but it was overshadowed by a sudden yearning to hear Xiang Yu’s voice again. Stifling his anger, he grabbed the radio with a firm grip, his gaze darting to Da Hei, who sat quietly beside him.

Han Xin glared at him, his eyes thick with challenge. He couldn’t believe the audacity of Da Hei, thinking he could simply steal Xiang Yu away. It was utterly ridiculous.

The radio crackled to life, a familiar voice bursting through the static. "Baby, are you still mad at me?" Xiang Yu’s tone was teasing, almost playful.

The driver, caught off guard by the unexpected intimacy in his words, slammed on the brakes. The car jolted, and everyone inside braced themselves as the world lurched forward.

Han Zhan gripped the dashboard, relieved he had put on his seatbelt. Beside him, Han Xin shot the driver a glare, his anger palpable.

Meanwhile, Da Hei, who sat in the centre, was propelled against his seat, the impact causing him to bump his head against the hard plastic. Rubbing his now-red forehead, he looked dazed as dust swirled in the air.

The car following closely behind also came to a screeching halt, confused drivers peering out to see what had disrupted their journey. Xiang Yu, through the radio, glanced at the halted vehicle and smiled. He pressed the button again, his voice dripping with mischief. "How about I come over there and kiss you? Would that make you feel better?"

The audacity of his words left everyone in stunned silence. Han Xin nearly shouted, "Xiang Yu!" His voice sliced through the air, a mix of frustration and surprise.

Xiang Yu’s soft chuckle filled the radio again. "Husband, don’t be angry anymore, okay?"

Han Xin’s cheeks flared with resentment, but there was a faint warmth creeping into his anger. "If you have nothing else to say, then don’t waste my batteries!" he snapped, trying to sound fierce, though the tips of his ears betrayed him, turning pink.

"Okay, okay, don’t be mad. An hour from here, we will be ambushed, so be ready," Xiang Yu replied, his tone shifting to something more serious. The lightheartedness faded for Han Zhan, replaced by immediate concern.

"How do you know that?" he shouted, anxiety tightening his chest. freёnovelkiss.com

As the cars resumed moving, Xiang Yu’s teasing voice filled the cab again. "Han Zhan, don’t interfere in husband-and-wife time."

Han Zhan rolled his eyes, incredulous. "Who is the wife here when you are both men?"

"Of course, your cousin," Xiang Yu replied with a hint of laughter.

Han Zhan swore under his breath, frustration evident in his voice. "Enough with the banter! Do you have a plan?"

"Of course, I do, but it won’t be cheap," Xiang Yu added, a mischievous edge to his tone.

"What do you want?" Han Zhan asked, almost as if he was daring him. The moment the words left his mouth, regret washed over him like a cold wave.

"I want your cousin on his knees and—"

Han Xin interrupted, his voice cutting like ice. "That’s enough!" But Han Zhan had already grasped the implications, colour draining from his face.

"What the hell!" he cursed, shaking his head in disbelief. Meanwhile, Han Xin shot him a glare, a mixture of anger and embarrassment swirling in his chest.

Han Xin’s face still felt hot as he recalled Xiang Yu’s words. The memory gnawed at him, but the burden he had carried moments before had loosened its grip.

True, Xiang Yu had humiliated him in front of his subordinates, but oddly, Han Xin felt a rare sense of relief. At least Da Hei had heard it with his own ears. There would be no room for unnecessary speculation now.

Han Zhan met Han Xin’s gaze through the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable.

"You heard him," Han Xin said, his voice quiet yet firm. He was talking to Han Zhan but it also felt like those words were directed at Da Hei.

Da Hei clenched his fist, fingers digging into his palm until his knuckles whitened. Han Xin saw it, saw the near-bleeding grip but said nothing.

Less than an hour later, Xiang Yu signalled for them to stop, and five cars ground to a halt. He stepped out, retrieving a duffel bag brimming with weapons.

"Han Zhan, Kai Wang—come with us. Su Jing, take the lead," Han Xin ordered.

Su Jing bristled, ready to argue, but one sharp glare from Han Zhan silenced her. She swallowed her frustration. "Yes, sir."

Xiang Yu turned to the remaining vehicles. "Keep driving, but at a slow pace. We will take that car and head up the side route."

Han Xin didn’t question him. "Use the secure channel," he instructed.