Jin Han casually reached for his coat. "My family wants to see you."
Xia Xiaofu blinked. What?
His family?
She lowered her gaze to her phone and nearly choked. The group chat he had just added her to was titled: "The Jin Family."
Her face turned pale. He actually dragged me into his family group chat?
She frantically tapped the screen. Quit, quit, quit!
But it was already too late. She had been noticed.
Ding.
Mrs. Jin:Xiaofu, daughter-in-law, you've finally joined the group! 🎉 I'm your mother.A red envelope appeared—660,000 yuan.
Xia Xiaofu: "…"
Ding.
Mr. Jin:Xiaofu, I'm your father.Another red envelope—880,000 yuan.
Ding.
Grandma Jin:Xiaofu, I'm your grandmother.A red envelope—990,000 yuan.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Cousin's wife:Xiaofu, welcome to the family! Red envelope—66,000 yuan.Cousin:Xiaofu, cousin here. Red envelope—88,000 yuan.Second Uncle:Xiaofu, it's your Second Uncle. Red envelope—99,000 yuan.
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Her phone wouldn't stop buzzing, the chat exploding with welcomes and extravagant cash gifts. The entire Jin clan seemed to be throwing a banquet in her honor—digitally.
Xia Xiaofu's head spun. "Mr. Jin, what am I supposed to do with all these people—and all these red envelopes?"
Jin Han's voice was calm, almost amused. "Take them. They gave them to you because they like you. Besides… most of them are your fans."
"…"
Speechless, Xia Xiaofu stared at her phone while Jin Han slipped on his coat and walked out, leaving her stunned and disheveled.
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The silver Maybach glided smoothly down the highway. Half an hour later, it rolled to a stop in front of the Lu family villa.
Yara Lu unbuckled her seatbelt, her long lashes trembling as she turned to him. "Jin Han, thank you for driving me home tonight."
He kept one hand on the steering wheel. "It's nothing."
"Jin Han," she hesitated, then lowered her voice. "I need your help with something."
"Go ahead."
"Help me investigate Nancheng's mistress in Yecheng. I want to know who she is."
Jin Han turned, his sharp gaze pinning her in place. "No. And don't even think about digging into it."
Yara's expression froze. She hadn't expected his rejection. "Why not?"
"You're trying to pry into Nancheng's private life. Have you thought about the consequences? Even if you find out who she is, what then? Do you dare try to make her disappear under Nancheng's nose?"
Her hands clenched into fists. She didn't dare.
Nathaniel Fu's cold warning from the underground bar earlier still lingered in her mind, like ice cutting through her skin. He had made it crystal clear that woman was untouchable.
But she couldn't swallow it. "Jin Han, a woman's instincts are always right. Nancheng has changed toward me. I can feel it—he already has someone else in his heart."
"So what? He'll still marry you, won't he?"
"But—"
"Yaoyao." Jin Han cut her off, his voice deep and even. "Don't be too greedy. Back then, you were the one who walked away from him. Nancheng never once judged you for your past."
The words hit her like a stone sinking into water, dragging her down into despair. Everyone still remembered her betrayal. It was a stain she could never erase.
"Jin Han, I know I was wrong back then…" Yara's eyes reddened with tears. She leaned closer, trying to rest her head on his shoulder.
But Jin Han shifted slightly, avoiding her touch.
Her face stiffened. "Jin Han, why did you marry Xia Xiaofu two years ago? Do you… still like her?"
His profile remained unreadable, lips pressed in a thin line. He gave her no answer.
"Xia Xiaofu doesn't even remember you," Yara whispered bitterly. "She doesn't even know who you are."
She opened the door and stepped out, disappearing into the villa.
Inside the Maybach, Jin Han didn't start the engine right away. He sat in silence, shadows hiding his expression.
After a long moment, he pulled out his phone. His slender fingers unlocked the screen, and he tapped into Xia Xiaofu's WeChat.
He opened her Moments.