Han Lee was shaking but he didn't dare resist as he was dragged towards Han Ziyou.
"Should we make him kneel, stand or sit boss?" A gruff man asked in a deep voice.
Han Ziyou pointed at the seat next to her.
"Let him sit—I mean, he is my father." Han Ziyou's voice dropped a tone in both mockery and coldness.
The man nodded. They pulled the chair towards Han Ziyou and made Han Lee sit down. He sat with a plop and he was shivering soo much you could almost see the chair vibrate.
Han Ziyou smiled. "What's wrong father? Why do you look soo scared and intimidated? It's just me, Han Ziyou."
Han Ziyou looked at Han Lee and for a short moment her gaze flashed with disappointment.
How could her mom ever fall for such a man? Han Ziyou shook her head. She really didn't understand a lot of things—but that could wait for another time.
Right now she had to know what Han Lee knew, that is if he knew anything at all.
He had probably just used this as an excuse to bring her here to pay his debts.
Han Ziyou had considered the fact and that is why she came soo prepared but she also wanted to see if she could bring out some answers out of Han Lee.
With that, Han Ziyou looked at Han Lee straight in the eyes.
Han Lee didn't dare meet her gaze.
Whether it was because of fear or embarrassment, only he knew.
"Speak." Han Ziyou coldly ordered.
Han Lee shook. He tried to peek at Han Ziyou only to find her piercing gaze on him.
Han Lee coughed awkwardly "Ziyou—" Han Lee tried to act gentle.
Han Ziyou shook her head in disapproval "Don't try that on me. It won't work. Get straight to the point."
Han Lee swallowed but he finally realized that he had to speak and that he really didn't know how much Han Ziyou had changed.
She was cold and just soo—ruthless.
"Uhmm—I don't have much to say but uhmm. A couple of years back after I—I ahh"
Han Lee fought with his words but Han Ziyou finished it for him.
"Left my mom and brother."
Han Lee's face paled but he didn't verbally confirm her words but his reaction spoke volumes.
"I returned to check on them but found they'd already left the old home. I asked around about what happened."
"An old friend said that the day they left, many vehicles came to the old home. He said that he wasn't so sure if he saw it right but he spotted Han Haoyu and he was in military attire—am not so sure."
Han Lee spoke nervously.
Han Ziyou was honestly a bit surprised.
Han Haoyu was her elder brother. He was spotted in military uniform. Did that mean he was in the military.
Han Ziyou returned her gaze to Han Lee.
"What else—"
Surely it seemed Han Lee had some important information.
However, when Han Ziyou asked what else Han Lee knew, he seemed nervous as he fiddled around with his worn out pants.
Han Ziyou noticed so her eyes narrowed sharply. She repeated herself, this time more firmly "What else?"
Han Lee didn't meet her gaze "There are some other things I don't know if I can say Ziyou."
Han Ziyou felt her heart rate pick up out of instinct because of the mysterious graveness of Han Lee's tone.
She clenched her hand and repeated in a dangerously low octave of her voice. "I said speak."
Han Lee swallowed but after a long silence he finally spoke. He leaned in next to Han Ziyou. Despite her disgust and wishes to recoil away from Han Lee, Han Ziyou still listened without moving an inch away.
"Han Ziyou. I'm—I'm not your father."
Rewind that statement—play—foward back to present and Han Ziyou was shocked still.
Her eyes widened without her permission.
Han Lee looked nervous as he looked at Han Ziyou's face. The shock on her face was soo raw.
He let her digest the words.
Han Ziyou shook her head for a moment.
"You must be lying. Do you really hate me that much that you are now denying me as your daughter?"
The words bolted out of Han Ziyou's mouth even before she could think it through. She instinctively covered her mouth.
Han Lee shook his head.
"I gain nothing by lying to you about something like this. You know my character already. Why would I distance myself from you when you are my only hope of living?"
"I'm not lying. You're really not my daughter but Han Haoyu is my biological son."
Han Ziyou felt like her head was buzzing. She was loosing her calm—her collectiveness.
She didn't even know what to say. Sure she always wondered how she'd have such a father such as Han Lee. A few times she even wondered if he was really her father but this—she didn't really think that a day would come when she would actually find out that he was not her father.
Han Ziyou massaged her head. How was this possible. Her memories all had him. How could she not be his daughter.
Han Lee glanced at her "I really shouldn't even be telling you this Han Ziyou."
Han Ziyou's eyes darted to his questioningly "What do you mean—why do you say so?"
"Well—I don't think you should continue looking for your mom Han Ziyou."
Han Ziyou's face changed. The anger and fury was evident on her face.
Qin Jun noticed and he frowned lightly.
Han Ziyou rarely showed that much anger on her face.
"How dare you ask me to do such a thing? I don't know if what you've said is the truth but how dare you ask of me such a thing. You think I'll do as you did and leave my family."
Han Ziyou's voice was low but soo strained with anger and pain.
Han Lee shook his head "This is not something I would wish on my own but many years ago when I'd just met your mom with you—"
"I don't think you understand how serious this is. You're mom, when I met her, she was running from something. I don't know what. She never told me."
"All I knew is she was trying to protect you from something. All she ever told me was that there are some really bad people that should never find out where or whom you are."
"She begged me to never tell you this but well here I am—risking my life with whatever is after you."
"I know I was never the best replacement of a father for you but you're mom asked me to ask you this if ever she disappeared. She asked you to never ever look for her or for answers to what you're looking for."
"Said it's better you never know."
Barely had those words left Han Lee's mouth when Han Ziyou stood up. It was so abrupt that the chair screeched against the floor.
Han Ziyou's men looked at her carefully and with a little weariness.
Han Ziyou's chest kept rising and falling in anger and a little disbelief, doubt and fear.
She glanced at Han Lee.
Surely he had to be lying. What nonsense was this man spouting. Han Ziyou held her aching head. Something was wrong.
All of this didn't make sense.
Han Ziyou glanced at Han Lee. She pointed at him once "Never set a foot in front of me again. Repay your own debts from now on. I'm not interested in slaving my life away to repay your debts anymore."
This had been a mistake. From the moment she chose to listen to Han Lee. He was a liar. He was selfish and Han Ziyou wouldn't be shocked if he made up all those stories.
At least that is what she choose to believe because everything else he said sounded too unbelievable.
With that Han Ziyou walked away. Qin Jun joined her and he looked at her with a worried gaze.
He could see it. The light tremor of her body.
"Home straight?" He asked in a low voice.
Han Ziyou nodded while trying to walk straight without crushing into someone with all the running thoughts in her mind.
The migraine she had became akin to a stage five hurricane in her head.
Tiredness. That's all Han Ziyou was feeling after what Han Lee said.
Mr Bo's men didn't dare stand in Han Ziyou's way, they parted and let her leave with her people.
Han Lee in statement became pale when he heard Han Ziyou's statement. If she really left him to himself, he'd be doomed before he could set a foot out of this hotel.
He had enough debts to become the world's most demanded person.
"Ziyou—please. I know I've been selfish but please. This is the last time I ask for you help. Please—"
However, Han Ziyou kept walking. Han Lee tried to follow her but Mr Bo's men stepped up and prevented him from leaving.
Han Lee paled like a ghost.
"Please Ziyou—if not for me, then do it for Han Haoyu. Please—I can help you find your mom—I may not be very useful but there are still somethings that I know that your mom asked me to never tell you—"
"I can be of use—please."
Han Ziyou paused instantly.
Her hands were clenched so tight that they were starting to turn white.
Qin Jun sucked it a cold breathe at the deathly look in Han Ziyou's gaze.
Han Ziyou shifted her gaze elsewhere.
"I know you're lying me Han Lee—" Han Ziyou muttered to herself.
She started walking again but first glanced at Qin Jun.
"Make sure he doesn't die."
With that Han Ziyou walked off leaving the slightly stunned Qin Jun.
He looked at Han Ziyou's back and looked at Han Lee.
He hadn't heard everything they said but it hell as much shook Han Ziyou. But Qin Jun had not expected her to tell him to help Han Lee out.
Wasn't she angry at him.
Qin Jun shook his head and just walked back into the meeting room. He glanced at Han Lee and then at Mr Bo calmly.
'If his boss wanted to save the unworthy, he had no say.'
.....
Han Ziyou sat like a stiff statue with no emotions on her face. Her body didn't move an inch from her position in the back seat of the car.
Her gaze was lost and her heart was in turmoil after everything she heard from Han Lee.
Despite trying to convince herself that he must have been lying, she felt like she was inclining to believing his words.
For one it really did seem like her mom didn't want her to find them. The mere fact that Han Ziyou's mom could hide soo well despite Han Ziyou's connections was already strange.
But why? Was there really someone coming after her mom and her?
But if so then she felt even more afraid and driven to finding her mom and making sure she was safe.
Han Ziyou clenched her hands before they relaxed back. She had to remain calm in this situation or she'd mess up but her worry went deep.
Unlike everyone else in the world whom she could act cold and indifferent to like she didn't care, her mom and brother were different.
They were her softest spot.
Thinking of her brother, Han Ziyou was reminded of what Han Lee had mentioned about him.
'The military. Hmmm. I don't have that deep connections there so I don't know how well I'll be able to maneuver while looking for Haoyu there.'
'I'll start with that tomorrow though—'
Han Ziyou sighed as she glanced at the review mirror to find Qin Jun glancing at her.
He looked worried.
Han Ziyou smiled that suave smile of hers.
"I hope you don't think you've now seen me being weak Jun and you can tease me about it."
Qin Jun laughed lightly but his smile was sad as if sad on Han Ziyou's behalf. He shook his head and faced the road again.
"Of course not boss. You're too smooth to show weakness."
Han Ziyou chuckled but her heart wavered.
'I wish that were true Jun. I really do.'
.....
As the world ran it's course and people plotted against each other, one man set his overly domineering foot in Beijing city.
—Beijing Capital International Airport—
The major airport had so many incoming and outgoing flights, some local and others international.
However, within a private landing area of the airport, an all black private jet was fresh from a land.
Before the private jet, was a limited edition graceful black Rolls-Royce Phantom VIII. The car truly performed its task of oozing out class and wealth.
However, the muchly desired car globally didn't even stand out as much as the man that steadily approached it.
Lined at his sides were the neat lines of airport staff. It was a strange sight really since not all people would be lucky enough to be welcomed by such an outstanding array of airport staff.
However, nobody dared to meet the man's gaze as he bypassed them.
It was already intimidating enough that his six foot five height was towering over them like they were children.
His gaze seemed to be relaxed but how could a relaxed gaze be so lethal, so sharp looking, so unfathomable.
One steady step at a time, he approached the car while his presence was suffocating without him even trying.
The onyx black three piece Giorgio Armani suit he wore perfectly accentuated his firm, steady and much desired physic.
"Good evening sir." A middle edged man in a refined chauffeur suit greeted with a slight bow.
The man gave a nod in response. Short, brief—soo casually done yet hard to pull off with the same grace he did.
The chaffeur held the door open as the man elegantly got in. The door was closed after him.
Even in the car, the man sat relaxed with one leg folded over the other due to the flexible and available leg space in the car.
There was just something about the man that was special. He stood out. He was bold.
But under such pose and elegance, a sleeping dragon lay.
Sharp, cold, ruthless.
........