Supremely Talented Tyrant

Chapter 1860 - 2061: Stroking with the Hand!!!

Liang Xiaohan understood well that once Uncle Liang Youzhen had made up his mind, there was no room for change. So, even if she agreed to Hao Jian's request to call her father over, not knowing what Hao Jian wanted to do, it was clear the matter would fail. Therefore, regardless of whether she agreed or not, the outcome was the same.However, if she did agree to Hao Jian's proposal, she could get him to delete any incriminating recordings, making it a win-win situation.

Just then, Hao Jian had already agreed. After a brief exchange between them, the matter was settled. Given Liang Xiaohan's sincerity, Hao Jian felt it awkward to drag things out further. He smiled, unlocked his phone that was on the table, and handed it to Liang Xiaohan.

"Delete them yourself!" Hao Jian said as he handed over the phone.

Liang Xiaohan was also straightforward, taking Hao Jian's phone with an unreadable expression, then deleting those recording files. She deleted them all at once, not fearing any trickery. If he dared to mess with her, she'd find him no matter where he hid and let him know how terrifying it is to provoke a woman.

After deleting all the recordings, she tossed the phone to Hao Jian, who caught it with one hand and placed it back on the table. They exchanged a glance, and Liang Xiaohan, not backing down, picked up her phone and dialed her father's number.

It seemed her father was quite busy, as the phone rang for a while without being answered, but eventually it was picked up.

Liang Xiaohan briefly explained the situation to her father, saying Hao Jian wanted to meet with him to discuss something. Her father hesitated upon hearing Hao Jian's name, having been quite impressed by him the other night, but he wondered how this young guy had ended up associating with his daughter.

Of course, this was just a fleeting thought. As he considered it more, knowing Hao Jian wanted to discuss something important, he didn't hesitate and agreed after a few words, noting he didn't have time today but could meet tomorrow evening.

He let Liang Xiaohan decide the meeting place and said he'd drive over tomorrow. The father and daughter had little else to say, exchanging brief words before hanging up.

Liang Xiaohan put her phone in her pocket and said sternly to Hao Jian, "It's settled. Tomorrow night at seven, Mengdun Hotel. I've arranged for him to meet you; now it's up to your capability."

Hao Jian nodded with a smile, "Thanks."

After that, they didn't have much more to say. After a simple breakfast, Liang Xiaohan returned to her room to catch up on sleep. Not having rested well last night and being dragged out of bed early by Hao Jian, she needed some extra sleep or she'd practically be sleepwalking.

Hao Jian, meanwhile, was feeling leisurely and happy, devoured his breakfast then sprawled on the sofa to watch a movie on his phone. Since breakfast was late, he skipped lunch, and tired in the afternoon, he closed his eyes and dozed off.

Upon waking up, it was already dark. He stretched and found that Liang Xiaohan was up at that moment, casting him a sidelong glance upon seeing him, as if blaming him. Hao Jian, used to this, appeared indifferent. Both were hungry, so after freshening up, they headed out to eat. Initially, Liang Xiaohan harbored resentment against Hao Jian, and treated him coldly; however, during their meal, her attitude subtly shifted, and she even initiated conversation.

Hao Jian was beyond flattered, as it seemed a rare privilege that Miss Liang initiated conversation with him. Perhaps it was Hao Jian's inherent humor, as a few words surprisingly made Liang Xiaohan laugh—a new experience for him, managing to make Miss Liang smile.

But afterward, as they say, a leopard can't change its spots: she laughed briefly, then resumed her usual eye-rolling at him. Hao Jian accepted it, remaining indifferent.

After dinner and having not been home for a while, Hao Jian decided not to stay another night at Liang Xiaohan's place, lest unpredictable things happen—she'd grown wary of him and could just toss him out and refuse further encounters.

Thinking this over, Hao Jian felt more certain of his decision. After driving Liang Xiaohan to her apartment building, he mentioned needing to leave for some errands. As expected, Liang Xiaohan responded indifferently, a brief "Oh, okay," then exited the car without even a farewell, disappearing from Hao Jian's sight.

Watching this, Hao Jian shook his head helplessly, sighing over the complexities of women, then drove off alone toward his home.

Despite many occurrences while staying with Liang Xiaohan, since everything was resolved, he figured it was time to return to his space and do things that needed doing. Maintaining a steady speed, after about twenty minutes, Hao Jian parked in the underground garage.

Familiar surroundings bringing familiar feelings, Hao Jian entered his home, took off his shoes, put on the cotton slippers Shu Ya had bought him, then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and downed it. The food was quite salty, so he felt thirsty, quickly finishing the water.

Having quenched his thirst, he spread his arms, deeply inhaling the air, thinking how true it was that however fancy other places were, they weren't as comforting as home. He was deeply feeling this at the moment.

With a blissful and joyful expression, he mused how nice it would be if Shu Ya were home now too. A home feels right with both man and woman present.

But just as these thoughts crossed his mind, his eyes caught sight of someone lying on the living room sofa—startled to have missed this from the start. It was surprising to have not noticed someone there.

Very few people could manage this, and upon taking a closer look at the person on the sofa, his gaze tightened instantly—it was Moon.

Moon? How could she be here? Hao Jian felt puzzled. Walking quietly over, he found Moon deeply asleep on the sofa, appearing exhausted. It was evident she must have been chasing a lead, got tired, and stayed here for refuge; finding him absent, she managed to fall asleep on the sofa.

If anyone else had entered the house using other means, he'd have sensed something immediately, but Moon alone could come in unnoticed.

While thinking this over, Moon suddenly shifted slightly; Hao Jian initially thought he'd startled her awake but realized she merely adjusted her sleeping position, calming him down. Gazing at her sleeping form, he instinctively reached out and gently touched her cheek.

This familiar sensation recalled times in the shadowy world when Moon would often nap on his lap, and he'd watch her sleep while caressing her face. Evidently, she liked such moments.

Hao Jian dared not move much further, lightly touching her then withdrawing his hand, not wanting to disturb her rest.

Unbeknownst to Hao Jian, Moon felt incredibly comfortable during this nap, a rare experience. Half-asleep, she felt someone touch her face—a familiar touch—and would typically react defensively, but recognizing this familiarity, let him continue, feeling happy and sweet inside despite the fleeting moment, bringing recollections and memories.

To avoid disturbing Moon, Hao Jian carefully ascended to the second floor, freshened up briefly, then lay down on his bed.

Previously, this bed was where he shared moments with a familiar presence beside him; sadly not tonight—it felt lonely with just him.

Perhaps fortune brought what he wished for, as amidst his chaotic thoughts, his phone suddenly beeped with a new message from Shu Ya, instantly lifting his spirits.

"I bet you're still awake. Do you miss me?" Shu Ya asked.

Hao Jian's face beamed with joy, replying, "Miss you? I, Young Master Hao, am surrounded by beauties aplenty, no need to miss anyone!"

Shu Ya sent over a big angry emoji, "You wish! Do you dare to flirt while I'm away? I'll find out when I return. If so, just wait and see…"