Chapter 1879: Boom

However, before the pretty boy could figure out just how wealthy Yaen Chi was, disaster struck.

His father sold him out!

It all started on the street when suddenly a few bullets flew in, hitting the bulletproof glass—aiming right for his forehead.

Such hatred, such animosity, this was a hit on his life!

That night, the pretty boy frantically called his father, but either he didn’t pick up or he hung up. Gritting his teeth, he called his father’s trusted aide’s phone.

“Young Master…”

“Shut up! I’m really pissed off right now. Is my dad next to you? Ask him if I’m really his son!”

“Young Master…”

“Lan Wan!” The pretty boy called out the full name, “Do you have a bastard hidden outside? So they can inherit your fortune when I’m dead!”

“How can you curse yourself and drag me into it!”

“Bullets nearly hit my forehead; I almost couldn’t be here talking to you. What did mom tell you when she died? Do not drag me into your messy business; have you forgotten!”

“I haven’t forgotten. Bear with it; Dad is tangled up with a tricky big shot over here. Help Dad out by sharing some of the heat.”

“Help your sister!”

The pretty boy had more curses to spill, but the phone was hung up abruptly. When he called back, damn it, he was blocked.

He cursed viciously a couple of times, anger almost exploding.

For the next few days, he never left the house, not knowing the assassin would come directly to the home—not actually approaching, even unable to find where the sniper was hiding. If not for the escape instinct honed since childhood, he would have been shot.

G City was not safe anymore; he couldn’t stay another day!

The pretty boy cherished his lovers dearly. Before fleeing, he arranged for their safe departure, giving them the only plane he had. He kept just one by his side; she was emotionally stable and simply asked, “Running away again? Where to this time?”

The pretty boy pinched her cheek with a smile, “Don’t worry; I’m here. No matter where we go, I’ll protect you.”

The woman pushed his hand away, “I’m packing a few clothes; wait for me a bit.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

The pretty boy watched her go upstairs, then walked outside, scanning the surroundings. The vast manor looked calm but was fraught with danger. He lit a cigarette and took a puff—not that he was addicted, just restless inside, hands trembling, heart anxious.

He glanced towards Yaen Chi’s residence and suddenly pressed his lips hard, “Fend for yourself; hopefully, we won’t meet again.”

He hadn’t planned to take Yaen Chi along; they weren’t that close anyway; both distrusted each other, making him a liability.

The pretty boy was surrounded by experts his father left him for emergencies in G City.

The bodyguards escorted him and the woman into the car, following a specific route.

Nervously weaving through half of G City without incident, his tense heart gradually relaxed. After repeatedly confirming the arrangement ahead, he pulled out his phone to check the route.

“Young Master!”

“Get down!”

A tanker truck suddenly sped out from a side lane, instead of slowing down, it gunned the accelerator to collide with them.

“Bang” several violent crashing sounds.

The pretty boy climbed up from under the seat, looking out the window to see flames shooting skyward, as if connecting to the heavens, the searing heat blasting onto his face.

Explosion…

It exploded!

He cowered between the deformed seats, feeling something wet under his hand. In a daze, the blood staining his hand almost made him faint.