Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

The quarrel between the two startled Han LiTian and Zhou WenLi.

They hurried over, only to see Han ShuYi and Han YunXi locked in a staring contest, gazes devoid of warmth.

This baffled them.

They were all family, after all. Was there anything that couldn’t be discussed calmly? Why resort to glaring at each other?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Whether or not you can compare, I can’t say. I’m not watching what you say; I’m watching what you do. And as for this particular matter, aside from trying to smooth things over, what else have you done? Have you resolved Wu Qing’s incident? Did you handle the two students from the broadcasting station? Not a single thing! Instead, you turn around and blame HuMing for meddling?"

Han YunXi’s words were sharp, each one cutting deep. Unfortunately, Han ShuYi couldn’t even muster a rebuttal.

Because when it came to this issue, even Xia XiaoXi sided with HuMing’s actions.

Han ShuYi couldn’t understand it. How could someone as arrogant and overbearing as HuMing be likable?

"This matter could have been resolved privately. HuMing is deliberately making it public!"

"Unreasonable! Your heart is completely set on HuMing! Is it because he looks like Han HuMing?"

Han ShuYi, blinded by rage, seemed oblivious to Zhou WenLi’s presence.

Han LiTian’s face darkened abruptly at Han ShuYi’s words, and he instinctively glanced at his wife. Zhou WenLi stood frozen, her expression filled with disbelief.

The atmosphere became unbearably tense. When Han ShuYi finally realized what he’d said, he was already aware of his grave mistake.

Han YunXi’s cold gaze bore into him, brimming with disgust.

It was supposed to be a secret, yet here he was, uttering Han HuMing’s name in front of their mother!

Was this really the Han ShuYi she once knew?

Shaking her head, she decided not to further engage in the argument.

She had already made peace with the matter. Regardless of whether HuMing was Han HuMing, his stance was clear—he had no desire to reconnect with the Han family.

…

The street was lined with food stalls, the aroma of various delicacies wafting through the air.

Xia XiaoXi dragged HuMing from one stall to another, sampling all sorts of snacks.

At first, HuMing thought she simply had a big appetite, but after hours of non-stop eating, he started to worry.

To him, Xia XiaoXi’s behavior bordered on binge eating!

After finishing a skewer of fried snacks, Xia XiaoXi let out a satisfied burp, completely shedding her idol-like demeanor.

"HuMing, there’s an ice cream shop over there. Let’s get some dessert!"

She was about to step forward, but this time, HuMing stopped in his tracks and didn’t follow her.

Noticing his gaze, Xia XiaoXi looked puzzled.

"Hmm? What’s wrong? Are you tired?"

"It’s not me. Xia XiaoXi, do you even realize how much you’ve eaten today?"

His words made her heart skip a beat, though she maintained a cheerful smile.

"Of course! I have a big appetite. At home, I need two bowls of rice to feel full. But I’m almost done eating now. Let’s just have that ice cream, and then I’m done!"

She reached out to tug at his arm, but HuMing dodged her touch unexpectedly.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked at her and said, 

"Xia XiaoXi, have I ever told you? It’s almost impossible to lie to me. When you spoke just now, your eyes kept darting around—clearly, you’re hiding something. Of course, if you don’t want to say, I won’t press you. But don’t count on me to look after you anymore."

With that, HuMing turned to leave.

Xia XiaoXi froze on the spot, momentarily unsure of how to react.

She watched as he disappeared from view, her face twisting into a bitter smile.

Walking into the ice cream shop, she bought a small cone instead of the larger size she initially wanted.

Sitting down alone at a corner, her silhouette appeared particularly lonely.

Deep down, she knew HuMing was right—she was hiding something.

Before every performance, her anxiety would flare up, and her mind would spiral out of control.

Only by constantly eating could she find a semblance of calm.

She had consulted a psychologist, who told her that her anxiety stemmed from her own expectations—her fear of underperforming, of making mistakes on stage, of disappointing the audience.

The accumulation of pressure left her paralyzed with a blank mind.

Although the doctor had prescribed medication, it didn’t help much.

By chance, she discovered that continuous eating could temporarily quell her nerves.

Thus, before every performance, she indulged in near-binge eating.

This self-destructive habit was her way of coping, but she couldn’t stop herself.

As her pink tongue licked at the cold ice cream, Xia XiaoXi’s figure seemed even more forlorn.

‘How could I explain this to HuMing? He probably thinks I’m just someone who doesn’t take care of herself.’

Aside from her parents, no one else knew about this.

And she didn’t feel close enough to HuMing to share such a personal matter.

The ice cream didn’t provide the comfort she hoped for. Instead, her stomach burned like fire.

Realizing the pain, she clutched her abdomen, struggling even to stand.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tried to recall everything she’d eaten, but she had consumed so much that she couldn’t pinpoint the culprit.

Clenching her lips, even pulling out her phone felt like a herculean task.

Nearby passersby noticed her condition and approached to check on her. However, upon seeing her masked face, they felt that she looked somewhat familiar.

"Hey, isn’t she Xia XiaoXi?"

Hearing this, Xia XiaoXi braced herself, intending to leave despite the pain.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from behind the crowd.

"Excuse me, my girlfriend isn’t feeling well. Could you please step aside?"

The tone was firm, and moments later, she felt a hand gently pressing against her soft stomach, soothing her discomfort.

Raising her head, she met a familiar face.

HuMing’s brows were furrowed, his expression serious, and his concern evident.