Vol. 1 - Ch. 165 - I’ll talk to him.
Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tchesThis chapter is broken. Please report this on discord.
This chapter is broken. Please report this on discord.
HuMing packed his bag and left the school grounds.
The sky was overcast, dense clouds blanketing the horizon. Heavy raindrops struck the glass windows with crisp, rhythmic sounds.
Through the curtain of rain, faint silhouettes of students could be seen.
They clutched umbrellas in their hands with their life and desperately fought against the relentless storm.
HuMing slowly opened his umbrella and merged into the crowd.
He moved like a fish, weaving through the crowd. Those around him, preoccupied with avoiding the rain, barely noticed the fleeting figure that passed by.
Days like this reminded him of the past.
Back then, he had walked alone, just as he did now. Years had passed, yet he remained the same. The only difference lay in the countless corpses left in his wake.
Someone once asked him if he ever felt guilty for taking so many lives.
His response was nothing but the cold sound of a gunshot.
HuMing had no desire to answer such questions—or perhaps, he saw no need to. After all, he knew his own fate could mirror those he had killed.
The only thing he could do was survive.
His thoughts began to drift until a hand abruptly grabbed his wrist.
Startled, HuMing instinctively stopped in his tracks. When he turned to look at the person, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.
“You’re the kid from before?”
YouCheng stared intently at the older boy, his gaze unwavering. Yet, HuMing’s expression betrayed nothing, leaving YouCheng somewhat deflated.
He had hoped to see something else in HuMing’s eyes.
“Can we talk?”
“What are you doing here in this downpour? Go home already—Kang Xin will worry about you.”
“I’ll go back as soon as you agree to one thing!”
HuMing frowned, clearly displeased.
But seeing YouCheng’s determined look, he finally sighed.
“All right, speak.”
“Well… could you pretend to be Brother Ming and visit the orphanage?”
“The Brother Ming you’re talking about—is that Han HuMing? Why would you need me to do that?”
“The kids at the orphanage really miss Brother Ming. Some of them even cry in bed at night, wondering if he’s abandoned them!”
YouCheng knew that wasn’t the case. If something hadn’t happened to Brother Ming, he would have returned.
Now, seeing how much the children missed him, YouCheng felt compelled to do something.
The boy standing before him looked identical to Brother Ming. If he could pretend to be him, it might solve the current problem.
“This isn’t a decision I can make.”
HuMing’s expression turned serious. He looked at YouCheng and spoke firmly.
“I can’t replace your Brother Ming. If they know him so well, they’d see through the act right away.”
“But—”
YouCheng wanted to argue, but HuMing placed a hand on his head.
“That’s enough. Go home. I believe Kang Xin can handle this. Besides, if you believe in him, your Brother Ming will definitely come back.”
YouCheng looked up at HuMing, falling silent for a long moment.
HuMing eventually hailed a taxi at the roadside, the driver charging nearly fifty yuan before agreeing to take YouCheng back to the orphanage.
Before leaving, YouCheng turned to HuMing. Looking at that familiar face, he said earnestly,
“I know no one can replace Brother Ming, but I still want to do something for the kids at the orphanage, just like he would!”
“…The best way to repay your Brother Ming is to study hard.”
“Of course! That’s how I’ll achieve the dreams he made possible for me!”
As YouCheng slowly closed the car door, his eyes stayed on HuMing outside the window.
HuMing waved at him, watching the car drive away.
Yet, YouCheng’s words lingered in his mind, pulling him into distant memories.
'Achieve the dreams he made possible.'
HuMing tilted his head back, gazing at the gray expanse of the sky as fine raindrops fell. It was just like that day.
Bloodied hands cradled a still-beating heart, and he was utterly lost.
HuMing took a deep breath, forcibly pulling himself back to the present.
He thought he had long moved past those memories. Yet now, as they resurfaced, it felt as though he had never escaped their shadow.
A wave of weariness welled up from the depths of his soul, his mind clouded with chaos.
All he wanted was to sleep it off.
But his legs felt leaden as if burdened by immense weights dragging him down.
...
When he got home, HuMing shut the door and collapsed onto the sofa.
Exhaustion washed over him like a tide, engulfing his entire being. Staring out at the rain, his thoughts wandered.
His phone buzzed on the table—it was a message from Xia XiaoXi, asking if he’d made it home safely.
HuMing replied with a simple confirmation before switching to another chat window.
Liang Feng: [The company has terminated their contract with that individual, and I’ve received word that Han LiTian did the same. Their side is likely heading toward bankruptcy due to the broken funding chain.]
HuMing: [Thanks for your hard work. Get some rest.]
After sending the message, HuMing close his phone.
In the darkness of the room, only the sound of his breathing remained.
His eyelids grew heavier, dragging him toward an endless abyss.
...
Meanwhile, YouCheng crept back into the orphanage, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Only then did he tiptoe inside.
He had snuck out to find HuMing today. Kang Xin had told him to rest at the orphanage, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
He’d heard that Kang Xin was the most familiar with HuMing, though her attitude toward him seemed different than toward Brother Ming.
The thought left YouCheng feeling a bit downcast.
He had hoped to uncover a big secret, only to realize it was all in his head.
Biting his lip, he pushed open his bedroom door.
But instead of an empty bed, he saw a figure sitting there.
Kang Xin looked up from her book, calmly meeting YouCheng’s gaze.
YouCheng gulped, his expression awkward.
He hadn’t expected Kang Xin to already know he’d left the orphanage. Now, he was in trouble.
“You went to see HuMing, didn’t you?”
Kang Xin’s straightforward question left no room for denial, and YouCheng didn’t bother trying to hide it.
“Yes, I wanted him to pretend to be Brother Ming. The kids miss him so much.”
“You should’ve told me beforehand,” Kang Xin said without reprimand.
She stood up and walked over to YouCheng, her tone steady. “I’ll handle this.”
“Kang Xin, you mean...?”
“I’ll talk to HuMing.”
With that, Kang Xin left, leaving YouCheng to watch her retreating figure in silence.