Chapter 337: Chapter 335: Infiltrating Deep into Enemy Territory
Chen Hua had just come out of Si Yuhuan’s room when Jian Xi received the news.
"This guy really cares about you," Wan Yu couldn’t help saying. "He knows the child has nothing to do with him, yet he’s still so devoted. If it were me..."
"What? You don’t want him to die and want to play matchmaker for us?" Jian Xi asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, no. I was just sighing. To think the tycoon—no, the *former* tycoon—could end up like this. It’s quite satisfying, actually."
Former tycoon... Jian Xi suddenly realized that Fu Shengyuan hadn’t sought her out for several days.
That man really knew how to bide his time.
But she wasn’t in the mood to dwell on him right now.
Si Yuhuan recovered for three days and was already able to get out of bed.
Jian Xi commented, "An indestructible cockroach."
Wan Yu exclaimed, "Insightful!"
That day, Xinxin sent a message.
"I have safely arrived in China."
Jian Xi looked at the bright sky and sighed softly. She clenched her fingers nervously. Everything is finally coming to an end, she thought.
「China.」
Xinxin appeared in a five-star hotel. She wore a black trench coat, a hat, and black sunglasses that covered half of her small face. Despite this, the hard-to-conceal scars on her face were still visible.
An attendant took an extra look at her, but a glare from Xinxin made him quickly lower his head and hand over the room card.
"Miss, your room is 1164."
Xinxin glanced at the room card, snorted coldly, and turned to go to 1146.
She had just pushed the door open when a cold blade pressed against her neck.
Xinxin made no move to fight back, instead raising her hands high.
"So, this is how Foster Father welcomes me?" Her voice was light and charming, showing no tension or panic despite the sudden turn of events.
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
A middle-aged man in his fifties stood up from behind a screen.
The candlelight flickered. His silhouette was clear: a man about 1.8 meters tall, burly and powerful—truly formidable.
Xinxin narrowed her cold eyes at him.
"Not bad. You truly live up to being the daughter I trained. Remarkable," the man chuckled lowly. "To think you could escape from Si Yuhuan’s clutches. Heh heh heh!"
The man holding the knife to Xinxin’s throat kicked her fiercely in the calf.
Xinxin crumpled to the ground with a thud. She suppressed the pain, remaining silent, fine beads of sweat forming on her temples. Coldly, she raised her head and asked with a smile, "What? Foster Father doesn’t trust me?"
"Xinxin, ah, Xinxin, don’t blame your foster father," the man said, sitting back down in his chair with a low sigh. "You know what kind of man Si Yuhuan is. How can I believe you managed to escape from his dragnet?"
Xinxin clenched her fists. "Si Junyan managed to escape, so why couldn’t I? Don’t forget, *I* have been operating in Saint Seymour for eight years! If I couldn’t even manage this, then I would be unfit to continue managing the Secret Gate for you!"
"Besides, Chen Hua was our most hidden pawn. It was a pity to expose him. For me to sacrifice such a valuable piece, to trade half my life for a chance at survival—isn’t that believable?"
She pulled up her sleeves, revealing arms covered in countless scars, large and small, some still dripping with fresh blood.
"As an assassin, I am very clear on the fate of a betrayer!"
"If Foster Father still doesn’t trust me, then kill me!"
Xinxin closed her eyes, awaiting death.
HAHAHA!
The man suddenly burst into laughter.
The subordinate immediately pulled Xinxin up.
"Eldest Miss, please forgive my offense."
Xinxin raised her eyebrows.
The man said, "Alright, it was just a routine test. No need to be nervous. You are the future of the Secret Gate. How could your Foster Father trust an outsider over you? Go on, there are many matters awaiting your attention!"
"Yes." Xinxin nodded and retreated.
The subordinate frowned, watching Xinxin’s retreating figure. "Boss, do you really trust her?"
"Loyalty isn’t important, as long as she’s useful. Besides, once this is over, there will be no need for the Secret Gate to exist anymore. Si Yuhuan," he sneered, "I refuse to believe you can escape my grasp."
No sooner had Xinxin stepped out than she ran into Si Junyan.
SMACK!
Xinxin instantly slapped him. Her own usually striking face was so severely injured it looked ferocious and terrifying, and this sight made Si Junyan quickly bow in alarm.
"Eldest Miss, please calm your anger! I didn’t betray you intentionally. If it weren’t for me working with him from the inside, Chen Hua alone couldn’t have gotten you out so easily."
Xinxin pushed him away. "So, should I thank you for that?"
Si Junyan smiled. "There’s no need for thanks, Eldest Miss. As long as you know that my devotion to you is as clear as day, I am content."
"Enough of that. You’re wildly ambitious, aren’t you? Have you been coveting my position all along, wanting to be second only to the Sect Leader and above everyone else in the Secret Gate, using it as your pawn for revenge?"
"Not at all, I wouldn’t dare. With you and the Sect Leader present, I wouldn’t have the capability anyway."
"It’s just mutual benefit, Eldest Miss. Don’t be so cynical. As an assassin, injuries are inevitable. Besides, you also gained something from Si Yuhuan, didn’t you?"
"What benefits?" Xinxin turned back to look at him, her eyes brimming with lethal intent.
As if oblivious, Si Junyan brazenly continued, "Of course, the money he promised you. Billions? Or even tens of billions? Or perhaps he said he’d help you get revenge, kill all of us, and make you the Sect Leader of the Secret Gate?"
Such a clever man!
Are all members of the Si Family this brilliant?
What a waste!
But Si Yuhuan had been one step ahead, anticipating this. Xinxin had mentally rehearsed countless scenarios of being tricked, so now she merely scoffed with disdain.
"I wish! Why don’t *you* make him listen obediently and do as you say? I’d be thrilled to cooperate then!"
"Get lost. Don’t let me see you again. If I do, I’ll hit you every time."
Xinxin went back to her room and slammed the door shut.
Si Junyan nearly got his handsome face smashed.
He touched his sore nose.
"TSK! This woman hits hard!" Si Junyan sneered darkly. Si Yuhuan, so you slip up too, huh? She was delivered right to you, and you still couldn’t handle her? Are you really that useless? I don’t believe it...
After returning to her room, Xinxin leaned against the door and took deep breaths.
Having just walked through the gate of hell, it was natural for her legs to feel weak.
She took out the new microcomputer Si Yuhuan had given her and used special symbols to send him her address.
Upon receiving the signal, Si Yuhuan immediately took Jian Xi back to China.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they landed, Fu Shengyuan appeared at the private airfield.
Seeing Jian Xi, he immediately stepped forward to greet her.
"I thought you were still in China, I never expected..."
Before he could finish, he spotted Si Yuhuan behind Jian Xi, being helped down by Yan Qing.
"What a coincidence, I didn’t expect to see Director Si here, too."
Si Yuhuan ignored him and said to Jian Xi, "I’m going back first. You should rest early too."
After saying that, he held his lower back and laboriously moved toward the private car.
Jian Xi’s eyes widened as she watched him go.
Was he really that seriously injured?
He seemed fine in Saint Seymour. Why the sudden change...?
It was Fu Shengyuan’s assistant, Xiaozhang, who couldn’t resist speaking up for his boss. "CEO Jian, how could you? You’re still entangled with your ex-husband while stringing our President along! That’s shameless!"