Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 3

At his words, Li Mohan’s spine went rigid, her heartbeat skipping out of rhythm.

Just from that vague sentence, she knew what he meant: the night he’d come back to Nansha Port earlier that year.

She didn’t know why he was asking. Was it because he’d seen her working at the Jiman today?

Before he could finish the question, she cut in, “I don’t know what Little Uncle is saying. Before tonight, I haven’t seen you.”

She switched to the honorific “you,” drawing a clean line—elder and junior.

He frowned slightly, eyes shadowed as he stared at her for a while. “How long have you been working at the Jiman?”

She lifted her gaze, her eyes colliding with the deep, steady black of his. Her fingers scratched at her pants without thinking. “Not even a month.”

Another lie. She’d been at the Jiman for three.

Don’t be fooled by her tender, obedient face—inside, she was stubborn and had her own ideas.

Three months ago she hadn’t yet turned eighteen, but she couldn’t stand living in the Han house any longer. She got a fake ID online and applied for a server job at the Jiman, planning to save some money and move out.

Places like that didn’t bother with real ID checks. Add in her pale, soft looks and harmless demeanor, and they hired her.

When she finished, the air around them seemed to drop a few degrees for no reason.

Han Yezhen sat there with his elbow propped on the window ledge, his chin resting in one hand.

The bloody gloves were gone now. His fingers were long, his palms large. For hands that had taken lives, they were all clean lines and bone—dangerously beautiful.

She couldn’t read his expression clearly, only felt those eyes on her, black and heavy.

His voice cut cold. “Why work? Are you short on money?”

She blinked, trying to gauge his intent. Her voice was small. “It’s not too bad.”

He narrowed his eyes. The panic flickering in the girl’s gaze was obvious. He turned his head toward the window and said nothing more.

When the car rolled up to the Han family’s gate, he didn’t move. She didn’t dare move either.

After a moment, his voice came slow. “Go on in and rest. I’ve got something to take care of.”

She answered obediently. Just as one leg crossed out of the car, his textured baritone sounded behind her: “If you’re short on money, tell me.”

She paused, turned back with a light, shallow smile. “Thank you, Little Uncle.”

Inwardly, she scoffed. As if she’d dare ask him for money. Did she have a death wish?

Han Yezhen watched her back recede, eyes never leaving her until she disappeared completely. Only then did he draw his gaze in.

At the wheel, the driver-bodyguard Shen Du glanced in the rearview. “Brother Zhen, should I find someone to keep you company?”

Shen Du had been with him a long time. He knew the man’s habits.

Once Han Yezhen saw bl00d he got amped to hell. Don’t be fooled by how calm and controlled he looked now—he was practically on the brink of a rampage.

To bleed off that restless, feral charge, he either had to fight until he was satisfied, or fvck until he was satisfied.

Given that, the fact he’d sat with Li Mohan in that cramped space for so long, looking so composed, really surprised Shen Du.

But he knew better than to say anything.

By then, Han Yezhen had already pulled a cigarette from the pack, rolling the filter between his fingers. “Mm. I remember there was a little starlet last time—looked pretty pure.”

Shen Du thought for a second. “The one who just graduated and wanted you to invest in a web drama?”

Han Yezhen’s eyes lowered. “Seems so.”

There was no shortage of women around him. With his status, even without lifting a finger, plenty of people shoved women into his arms.

Most of the time, he couldn’t remember who was who.

“Alright.” Shen Du immediately called the starlet’s agent.

The agent was over the moon to get the call and brought the girl to the hotel Han Yezhen specified within thirty minutes.

In the lobby, he gave his artist a heartfelt pep talk: “Last time I thought Mr. Han wasn’t interested in you—didn’t expect he’d remember you today. This is your chance. If you serve him well and land that investment, your path gets much smoother.”

The girl pressed her lips together shyly. “I understand.”

The manager patted her shoulder. “I know you’re not a virgin, but you don’t have much experience either. I can’t say what Mr. Han’s style is—use your head and feel it out.”

She nodded with solemn focus.

He waved her on, boosting her morale. “Go on! I’ll wait for you here in the lobby. If you can keep me waiting all night, I’ll be proud of you!”

He watched her step into the elevator, pleased with himself, then went outside for a smoke. After sitting back down in the lobby for a bit—no more than thirty minutes—he saw the girl tumble out of the elevator, hair a mess, steps frantic.

Before he could ask, she grabbed his arm and hustled him toward the exit, choking up as she said, “Brother Zhang, Mr. Han is a pervert.”