Chapter 13 – Loyal but Unloved
Han Zixuan carried Qiao Xueran back into the mansion, her head resting quietly on his chest. His jaw was tight, his clothes stained from the fight, but his steps never faltered.
Behind them, Fang Ye trailed like a ghost, his face a portrait of pain and betrayal.
As soon as they entered the living room, Fang Ye threw himself on the sofa dramatically, one arm across his forehead like a dying actor.
"Oh my god… why am I even here?!" he wailed."Ten years! Ten loyal years! I've followed you through gunfire, through blood, through death itself—"
He sat up suddenly, pointing at Han like an accusing prosecutor.
"And yet! Not once did you carry ME in your arms after I got shot! Not once did you make soup for ME when I was bleeding! But now—NOW—you're breaking legs and making porridge for a fool girl???"
Xueran peeked up from Han's embrace, blinking at Fang Ye's dramatics, her lips twitching into a faint giggle.
Han shot him a deadly glare.
"Fang Ye."
The funny man froze, swallowing nervously.
"…Yes, Boss?"
"One more word and I'll bury you in the garden."
Silence.
Then Fang Ye slowly slid off the sofa onto the carpet, muttering under his breath like a tragic poet.
"Why didn't I just die back in that warehouse… at least then I wouldn't have to see this betrayal with my own eyes…"
Xueran suddenly tugged Han's sleeve and whispered in her childish tone,
"Funny."
Han's lips pressed together, fighting the tiniest smirk.
Fang Ye gasped, clutching his chest.
"She called ME funny?! Boss, she finally noticed me! Finally, I've been seen!!"
Han's glare silenced him again.