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

When HuMing returned home, Kang Xin was already waiting for him in his room.

These days, Kang Xin would eagerly seek out HuMing to study without him even having to ask. She had a commendable attitude towards learning.

However, before she sat down, she had to inform HuMing of something.

"Young Master, photos were taken today of you interacting with Zhao Wei and his wife at school."

Kang Xin turned to look at HuMing, who calmly set down his backpack and stretched his back leisurely.

He yawned and replied,

"It's fine. I already knew about it."

"Do you need me to go take a look tomorrow?"

HuMing glanced at Kang Xin in surprise. Though she looked slim and delicate, the image of her as a combat maid was firmly etched in his mind.

Is this girl thinking of going straight in and confronting them?

"Kang Xin, just focus on your studies. I can handle the outside matters myself."

"Master, I want to help you!"

Kang Xin suddenly stood up and, with her white stockings-clad legs, walked straight up to HuMing.

Her eyelashes fluttered delicately, resembling butterfly wings' graceful movement, while a subtle hint of shampoo lingered in the air around her.

Seeing her earnest demeanor, HuMing found her personality somewhat endearing.

However, HuMing hadn't expected Kang Xin to have such a mindset.

He pinched his chin and thought for a moment. Then, suddenly, he threw a punch at Kang Xin's face.

Kang Xin's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively ducked. HuMing's fist narrowly missed her hair.

After dodging HuMing's punch, Kang Xin didn't move further. She just stood there, confusion written on her face.

HuMing silently withdrew his fist and shrugged his shoulders.

"Kang Xin, why didn't you counterattack just now?"

"Young Master, are you still testing me?"

"No, I'm just asking why you didn't counterattack," HuMing said, his gaze fixed on her as if seeking an answer to this question.

Kang Xin fell into a brief silence, her eyes flickering with a hint of thought.

A breath escaped her nose, and in the next instant, she seized HuMing's hand, flipped him onto the bed, and sat on top of him.

The process happened in the blink of an eye, and Kang Xin's speed was such that HuMing barely had time to react.

Yet, being pinned down by Kang Xin didn't make HuMing angry; instead, a smile appeared on his face.

The girl's body was light, and he barely felt it even though she was sitting on him. Her white stockings brushed gently against HuMing's arm, and her body pressing down made her subtle fragrance continuously drift into his nose.

Seeing HuMing unbothered and smiling, Kang Xin suddenly thought of a term.

Her face showed a rare expression of realization as she asked,

"Young Master, do you mean you're a masochist and want me to be a sadist?"

HuMing who had been quite happy, but upon hearing Kang Xin's words, his face turned as dark as ink.

This girl, why is she learning such things instead of proper things?

During this time, HuMing encouraged Kang Xin to explore the internet rather than just focusing on studying. If she was to interact with society, she needed to learn some practical skills.

He patted Kang Xin's slender leg, asking her to get up.

Kang Xin jumped off and then helped HuMing to his feet.

"Kang Xin, I know you're eager, but before we leave, you need time to familiarize yourself with the outside world. I've kept you at the Han house for too long, and you seem a bit out of touch with society. You need time to adapt."

Kang Xin tilted her head slightly, her small eyes filled with confusion.

She still didn't understand why HuMing wanted her to counterattack. Even if she had thrown that punch, HuMing probably would have stopped it anyway.

"Young Master, just tell me directly. I don't understand what you mean!"

Sincerity is the ultimate weapon!

Kang Xin maintained her admirable trait of seeking clarification without shame, greatly reassuring HuMing.

While many would pretend to understand when they don't, such a thing would never happen with Kang Xin.

"After we leave the Han family, you can no longer call me ' Young Master.' From then on, we'll interact as ordinary classmates."

"...So, you mean that in the future, I won't have to follow your orders completely?"

"Exactly! You'll need to make your own judgments. Sometimes, when I ask you to do something, it might be to mislead others, not actually to have you do it!"

HuMing had made his intentions very clear.

Leaving the Han family was easy for him; his purpose for staying was solely to allow Kang Xin to grow by making better use of the Han family's resources.

Before that, so what if he and Han ShuYi had a little skirmish? After all, that guy couldn't outplay him.

Kang Xin nodded. Although she wasn't sure how she would grow in the future, since HuMing wished for her to do so, she would put in her best effort in this regard!

"Then, YoungMaster, should we continue studying tonight?"

Kang Xin pointed to the clock on the desk. It was almost midnight, which was indeed quite late for HuMing, who had school the next day.

However, HuMing left the choice to Kang Xin.

"The choice is yours. Now take the first step and ask me yourself."

"Then let's keep studying."

Kang Xin sat back down, picked up her pen, and continued studying.

HuMing sat beside her, patiently guiding her.

...

Han LiTian hadn't slept well all night. In the middle of the night, he quietly got up without disturbing his wife, took a cigarette from the desk, and walked toward the hall.

Moonlight streamed through the windows, filling the corridor. Han LiTian lit a cigarette and strolled along the hallway.

At this hour in the Han family villa, even the servants were sound asleep, and perhaps only the security guards outside were still on duty.

As he walked, he pondered the photos on the phone, searching his mind for clues.

He wasn't sure if his thoughts were correct, but HuMing's maid had indeed made him more alert.

One thing he was sure of was that the person who sent those photos had malicious intent.

Whether it was HuMing or ShuYi, both children held an equal place in his heart.

Although HuMing was mischievous, he used to bring a lively atmosphere to the house. But now that he had matured, he was unwilling to share many things with the family.

ShuYi, though academically excellent and very understanding, Han LiTian felt as though he couldn't quite see through the child, as if he wore a thick mask.

The atmosphere at home was indeed not as vibrant as before.

Maintaining the family had consumed much of his mental effort, and if possible, he genuinely hoped that no more troubles would arise.

As Han LiTian walked down the corridor, his steps unconsciously stopped.

He noticed that the light in HuMing's room was still on!