Chapter 26: A Lifetime of Conduct, Nothing More Than Following One's Own Heart!

Chapter 26: Living Life by One's Own Will!

It was late by the time they returned to the residential complex where Xue An lived. The two little girls had once again fallen fast asleep in his arms. Xue An walked home, chatting and laughing with Fan Mengxue, while Tang Xuan'er had already returned to her hospital dormitory after dinner.

As they reached the foot of the building, Xue An noticed a car parked by the side of the road. It was a red Ferrari; its streamlined body drew the gazes of many passersby, standing in stark contrast to the grimy, neglected surroundings.

The moment Fan Mengxue saw the car, her expression changed drastically. Just then, the scissor doors swung open, and a woman in black fishnets and a tight skirt stepped out. She was reasonably attractive, but her face was cold and her lips thin as blades—she looked like someone not to be trifled with.

"Mengxue, so you really are here!" the woman said coldly.

Fan Mengxue looked distressed and whispered, "Sister Han."

This woman was her manager, a well-known iron lady in the industry, often called the "Queen of Caesar," Han Yao.

Han Yao nodded. "Get in the car."

Fan Mengxue did not move.

Han Yao frowned. "Mengxue, I hope you’ll think clearly about whether it’s really worth it for a man like this."

Fan Mengxue suddenly raised her head, saying earnestly, "It is."

Han Yao’s eyes grew even colder, especially when she saw the two children in Xue An’s arms; she looked at him with utter disbelief. Ever since Fan Mengxue had disappeared without a trace and turned off her phone, the "Queen of Caesar" had been burning with rage. She had driven all the way to Beijiang just to drag Fan Mengxue back.

"Mengxue, before I came, I wondered what kind of incredible man could have so thoroughly bewitched you. I never imagined he lived in a place like this, and even has two children in tow!" Han Yao’s tone softened slightly. "Women are easily impulsive when it comes to love, but first, you must consider if any of this has any meaning! A man like this is not worthy of you!"

From start to finish, Han Yao didn't even look at Xue An properly. In her eyes, although the man was handsome, his clothes and the place he lived clearly marked him as someone from the lowest rung of society.

Fan Mengxue’s choice to "degrade herself" for such a man filled Han Yao with fury.

Fan Mengxue shook her head. "Sister Han, you don’t understand..."

"I don't understand? Ha!" Han Yao let out a cold laugh. "For him, you publicly announced your relationship in front of the press and flatly rejected Young Master Yue, one of the Four Young Masters of Zhongdu! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this has caused the company?"

"The internet is in an uproar over this! And to make matters worse, you even turned down a chance to work with the world-renowned director Stephen for his sake. I truly don't understand—what is so good about him?"

"He is good in every way! At the very least, I am truly happy when I am with him," Fan Mengxue said firmly.

Han Yao looked at Xue An, who stood to the side with an indifferent expression, her face twisted in mockery.

"Quite the talent you have. I don't know what kind of love potion you fed Mengxue to make her so devoted, but I want to ask you: what ability do you have to support her?"

Han Yao pointed at Fan Mengxue’s clothes. "Any piece of clothing she wears is a European custom design. Even the hand cream she uses probably costs more than your monthly salary. Do you truly have the heart to let a girl with such a limitless future suffer with you?"

Han Yao directed her hostility entirely at Xue An. Fan Mengxue was about to defend him, but Xue An shook his head, signaling her to be silent. He then gave Han Yao a faint smile.

"What you’re saying sounds quite logical."

"However... have you ever heard the saying, 'a dog catching mice is just meddling in others' business'?"

Han Yao was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. As a big sister in the industry with vast resources at her fingertips, no one had ever dared to speak to her like that.

"Brat, you’re looking for death!" Han Yao said coldly, delivering a textbook high kick toward him.

Xue An tilted his head slightly, dodging the kick. He was still holding Xue Xiang and Xue Nian in his arms, showing no sign of panic. He simply let out a calm, sharp command: "Kneel!"

Han Yao felt a massive force slam into her, and she collapsed onto her knees. A sense of humiliation like nothing she had ever known flooded her, and she struggled violently to stand up. But it was futile; she felt as if an entire mountain was pressing down on her shoulders. For the first time, a flicker of panic flashed in Han Yao’s eyes.

Xue An stood before her, looking down at her from above.

"You were right about one thing: Mengxue is indeed a girl with a limitless future. But you are wrong about two things."

"First, I never stopped Mengxue from leaving. Second, Mengxue is a living, breathing person; no one can stop her from doing what she wants."

"In this world, no one can just do whatever they want!" Han Yao retorted with a sneer.

Xue An shook his head. "You’re wrong. At least, I can."

Han Yao laughed as if she had heard the greatest joke in the world. "Don't think that just because you know a few amateur tricks, you can do anything. This world is ruled by power and money. Someone like you wouldn't last three days in Zhongdu!"

Xue An looked at the defiant Han Yao and gave a slight nod. "You are right. This world is indeed built on power and money. But if there is something I want, no one dares to refuse me!"

Han Yao scoffed, "You think you are..."

She didn't finish the sentence, for she caught sight of Xue An’s eyes. They were devoid of sorrow or joy, without even the slightest ripple—like a high-and-mighty emperor looking down upon all existence.

"I, Xue An, live my life by three words: follow my heart! If anyone dares to cross my will, I simply kill them! If one person crosses me, I kill one. If ten cross me, I kill ten. If the whole world crosses me, then I shall slaughter the whole world!" Xue An said calmly.

These words sent a chill deep into Han Yao’s soul. If anyone else had said this, she would have assumed they were insane. But coming from Xue An, it sounded so natural. For the first time, Han Yao felt true, overwhelming terror, for she could feel a murderous aura radiating from him.

Xue An was genuinely prepared to end Han Yao’s life. She might have had Fan Mengxue’s best interests at heart, but her insolence convinced Xue An that there was no need for her to remain in this world. Such was the power of holding life and death in one's hands.

"Xue An... don't!" Fan Mengxue suddenly cried out.

Xue An curbed his killing intent and looked at her. Fan Mengxue bit her lip. "Sister Han has been good to me. Please, spare her!"

Xue An looked at Fan Mengxue and smiled faintly. "Very well."

Only then did Han Yao feel the weight lift. She scrambled to her feet, only to realize that her back was drenched in a cold sweat.