Chapter 339: The Call

Yuan Yu saw Huang Caixing looking utterly intoxicated and felt a surge of jealousy. She reached over to tickle Huang Caixing’s waist and said, feigning casualness, “You’re hugging him so much that he’s getting annoyed. Hurry up and pick up your chips.”

Huang Caixing was extremely ticklish. The moment Yuan Yu’s fingers brushed her waist, she burst into giggles, her body twisting as she tried to escape. In the end, she had no choice but to let go of Lin Xiao, her face flushed red. Glaring playfully, she lunged at Yuan Yu to get back at her.

The two girls chased each other around the living room, their lively figures darting back and forth.

Watching them, the last traces of killing intent lingering in Lin Xiao’s heart vanished completely.

He felt peaceful, content, with no lingering doubts.

Wasn’t everything he did for this?

To protect the people he cherished. As for those who dared to disturb his peace—if it meant rivers of blood, so be it.

With that thought, Lin Xiao’s heart became crystal clear.

After a few minutes of playful chaos, the two girls finally settled down under Lin Xiao’s stern intervention. They now stood face to face, cheeks puffed up, staring each other down like two feisty little hens.

“Why do you always bicker in front of me?” Lin Xiao sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “If this keeps up, are you going to have a knightly duel next?”

“Hehe, Big Brother Lin, we’re not actually fighting. We’re just playing!” Huang Caixing quickly latched onto Lin Xiao’s arm and then shot Yuan Yu a look. “Right, Flat Princess?”

Yuan Yu pouted but still nodded reluctantly.

“By the way, Big Brother Lin, why are your hands wrapped in bandages?” Huang Caixing’s bright eyes flickered as she finally noticed. “Did you get hurt again? Is it serious? Does it hurt?”

She fired off several questions in rapid succession.

Yuan Yu had actually noticed it earlier but hadn’t asked. She knew Lin Xiao wouldn’t want to worry them, so she had kept her concern to herself.

“It’s nothing. Just a surface wound, it’ll heal in a couple of days.” Lin Xiao lifted his hands and flexed his fingers in front of them, showing he was fine.

“But last time you said the same thing, and your wounds were terrible. You scared me so much…” Yuan Yu murmured, lowering her gaze. “Big Brother Lin, I know you don’t want us to worry, but we’re not outsiders.”

Huang Caixing glanced between Lin Xiao and Yuan Yu, then firmly took Yuan Yu’s side. “Yeah, YuYu is right. You better not get hurt again. Look, YuYu’s so sad now.”

“It’s really nothing. If you don’t believe me, I can unwrap it and show you.”

It was just a minor wound. If it weren’t for Huang Xinyu dragging him to the hospital, Lin Xiao wouldn’t have bothered with bandages. His body’s recovery speed was abnormal—his wounds were already almost healed.

“Besides, aside from my hands, isn’t the rest of me perfectly fine?”

Hearing that, both girls finally relaxed a little.

“Well, just don’t get hurt ever again.” Yuan Yu shot Lin Xiao a side glance, then stood up. “Big Brother, are you hungry?”

“Yeah, a bit.” Lin Xiao rubbed his stomach. His appetite was already big, and after getting injured, his body needed even more energy. What he ate at noon was long digested. “Should we eat out?”

“We’re already home, of course, we’re eating here.” Yuan Yu was already heading toward the kitchen when she turned back. “Little Cow, come help me.”

Huang Caixing clung to Lin Xiao’s side, grumbling, “I don’t even know how to cook. What could I possibly help with? Just cook alone. I’ll stay here and chat with Brother Lin.”

“If you don’t help, then there’s no food for you.” Yuan Yu threatened.

“Ugh, fine! I’ll help, okay?” Huang Caixing grumbled dramatically, finally getting up and swaying her hips toward the kitchen like a prisoner on death row.

With the two girls busy cooking, Lin Xiao sat in the living room, feeling like he had forgotten something.

He closed his eyes, thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone and dialed Wan Caixuan’s number.

The call barely rang before it was answered instantly.

“Lin Xiao?” Wan Caixuan’s clear, melodious voice came through, tinged with a faint trace of joy.

“It’s me. Did everything go smoothly?” Lin Xiao asked.

On the other end of the line.

Wan Caixuan sat in the backseat of a luxury extended Bentley, dressed in a sleek black suit. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skin was flawless like jade, and her legs crossed elegantly.

She exuded the presence of an unapproachable goddess, stunning and dignified.

Her expression was originally icy and emotionless, but the moment she saw Lin Xiao’s caller ID, a subtle smile appeared on her lips.

Though barely noticeable, that one smile instantly softened her aura, like a celestial maiden descending into the mortal world.

Seated beside her was a stunning woman in her thirties. She had been resting with her eyes closed, but now they opened slowly, casting a brief, astonished glance at Wan Caixuan.

“Mm, everything went smoothly,” Wan Caixuan replied, her delicate fingers idly twirling a strand of hair. “I told my father and grandfather everything. Wan Shixuan has been expelled from the family and removed from the line of succession. His assets have been handed over to me. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be returning to Jinghai soon.”

The mature woman beside her narrowed her eyes, watching Wan Caixuan’s subtle yet affectionate gestures.

‘Who is she talking to?’

Who could make the young lady smile like this?

“Then I won’t worry anymore.” Lin Xiao’s voice was as calm as always, with no fluctuation. But Wan Caixuan had long grown used to it, just as Lin Xiao had grown used to her tone.

“I’ll be waiting in Jinghai.”

Her smile deepened, a soft glow in her eyes, like a shimmering lake under the night sky.

After a brief pause, she asked, “And you? What have you been up to these past two days?”

“Yesterday, I went to Linjin City to settle an old score. I challenged the entire Golden Claw Sect…” Lin Xiao didn’t bother hiding anything and recounted everything he had done.

Wan Caixuan listened quietly. When he finished, she finally spoke, her voice soft.

“You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I’m fine.”

Just then, Lin Xiao saw Huang Caixing peeking out from the kitchen, waving for him to come over.

“I have to go. Talk later.”

“Alright.”

Though she reluctantly wanted to continue the conversation, Wan Caixuan wasn’t the type to cling. Even if she didn’t want to hang up, she still ended the call.