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

To outsiders, the scene just now appeared as if Han ShuYi had attempted to stab HuMing with a dagger, only to be overpowered and pinned to the ground.

It was an entirely reasonable act of self-defense.

Han ShuYi and HuMing locked eyes, but the fierce tension from earlier had vanished.

Footsteps approached swiftly from behind them.

The police, brought by Han LiTian, quickly stepped in to restrain Han ShuYi, taking over from HuMing.

HuMing rose to his feet slowly, his face devoid of panic. In his eyes, everything had unfolded exactly as it should have.

As the officers cuffed Han ShuYi, his gaze swept over HuMing before shifting to Han LiTian and Zhou WenLi standing nearby.

"He's not Han HuMing! He's not Han HuMing! You have to believe me!"

His sudden outburst grew more frantic as he struggled to approach Han LiTian and Zhou WenLi.

Zhou WenLi covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, while Han LiTian gripped her shoulders to keep her from collapsing.

To them, Han ShuYi seemed utterly deranged.

What did he mean by "He's not Han HuMing"? After all, it was Han ShuYi who had claimed HuMing was Han HuMing in the first place, and now he was the one denying it.

His erratic behavior only reinforced the belief that he had long since lost his grip on reality.

Han YunXi quietly observed her biological brother as he shouted and vented his emotions at HuMing. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her.

The world she'd hoped for had never materialized.

HuMing and Han ShuYi could have lived together peacefully, perhaps even become friends. But Han ShuYi's stubbornness had shattered that possibility.

At that moment, she truly hated Han ShuYi—hated him for tearing their family apart.

She glanced at HuMing again. His calm demeanor stirred a sense of guilt within her. Perhaps HuMing had never intended to harm Han ShuYi. Given the circumstances, sparing Han ShuYi's life has been the greatest concession HuMing could make.

HuMing stood silently, watching Han ShuYi.

With his disheveled hair and incoherent shouting, Han ShuYi resembled nothing more than a madman.

This was why HuMing had revealed the truth to him.

Han ShuYi's mind was bound to collapse under the weight of the truth. More importantly, he would retaliate with reckless fury. As long as he held out until help arrived, they would witness Han ShuYi's violent outburst firsthand.

By then, no one would believe the ravings of a man who seemed completely insane.

At this point, Han ShuYi had lost everything.

HuMing knew exactly what Han ShuYi valued most: his possessions and, above all, the trust of the Han family.

That trust meant more to Han ShuYi than anything else because it defined his place within the family.

The moment Zhou WenLi arrived with reinforcements, Han ShuYi must have realized he had nothing left.

That's why he snapped, trying to kill him in a desperate frenzy.

But Han ShuYi was never strong enough. The former "protagonist" had become nothing more than a grain of sand, insignificant and fading from his sight.

HuMing exhaled deeply, releasing the turmoil within.@@novelbin@@

"HuMing, are you okay?"

Han YunXi hurried over, sparing a quick, worried glance at Zhou WenLi, who was still being comforted by Han LiTian. Despite her concern for Zhou WenLi, she prioritized checking on HuMing.

After all, in her eyes, HuMing was the one who needed attention the most.

"I'm fine, it's just..." HuMing's words trailed off as he looked in the direction Han ShuYi had been taken.

Sensing his hesitation, Han YunXi quickly added, "He brought this on himself. If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened. So don't blame yourself. You were only trying to reclaim what was rightfully yours."

She tried to comfort HuMing. While she couldn't fully understand his feelings, she knew he'd been fighting for his identity all along.

How could HuMing be at fault?

HuMing said nothing more, simply nodding before walking toward Han LiTian.

Zhou WenLi buried her face in Han LiTian's chest, her body trembling with sobs.

It seemed she was blaming herself for everything that had happened with Han ShuYi.

But HuMing didn't hold it against her. After all, he had never intended to take revenge on the Han family. As for what Zhou WenLi had done to him in the past, he'd decided to let it go.

When Han LiTian saw HuMing approaching, his heavy expression shifted to one of concern.

"HuMing, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. He didn't hurt me. But... he seemed mentally unstable."

"He's already lost his mind."

Han LiTian's face remained impassive at the mention of Han ShuYi, as if he'd given up all hope for his son.

Kidnapping, hiring hitmen, attempting murder—what crime was Han ShuYi incapable of committing?

Han LiTian even felt like he'd unknowingly raised a murderer.

"And Aunt Zhou...?"

"She's fine. She just needs time to process everything. HuMing, go home and get some rest. We'll handle the rest tomorrow."

"What about the police?"

"I'll take care of it."

Han LiTian didn't want HuMing to worry any further. After all, as his father, he bore some responsibility for what had happened.

This time, HuMing didn't argue. He turned and walked straight toward the exit.

Zhou WenLi lifted her head from Han LiTian's chest, watching HuMing's figure fade into the distance. For the first time, she truly felt that HuMing had drifted far away from them.

...

HuMing took out his other phone, reading a message from Kang Xin. She informed him that YouCheng had returned home safely and asked if he was alright.

HuMing replied briefly before heading toward the beach.

He didn't go home right away.

It was a habit of his: after completing a mission, he would always take a walk by the sea to clear his mind.

The stress of his line of work was immense—you never knew if you'd live to see your next meal.

To be honest, ever since arriving in this world, HuMing hadn't known what he truly wanted.

He never planned to relive the blood-soaked days of his past.

On his first day with the Han family, he'd intended to live quietly, maybe marry a beautiful wife, play the role of a clueless husband, while secretly handling her troubles behind the scenes.

That kind of life sounded nice.

But his knack for attracting trouble always gave him headaches.

Even if he wanted peace, fate never seemed to allow it.

"Why can't all the trouble just come at once?"

HuMing shouted toward the sea, but the only response was the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore.