Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 571 - 418. I’ll go save her (1st update)

Tang Yan Yi sulkily carried the orange peels to Xu Xinzhen; it was the third time that day. Xu Xinzhen, upon seeing it, did not look pleased and instead furrowed his brows.

Mrs. Liu looked on with sympathy: "Why does he keep eating so many? Too many oranges can cause internal heat, and this is September, autumn is when it’s easiest to get overheated. On top of that, with this matter now... isn’t he just adding fuel to the fire?"

Every Chinese person knows that chen pi is essentially dried orange peel, seeming like recycling waste, yet good quality chen pi is incredibly expensive. Beyond the labor of drying, one must appraise the value of the orange. Those making chen pi only want the peel—who can eat so many oranges? Thus, the fruit is often discarded.

Fortunately, Xu Xinzhen wasn’t producing in bulk, just drying a bit himself. So, he bought oranges to feed the doctors and patients in the whole institute, leaving the orange peels as leftovers, which didn’t count as a waste.

But there was no one like Tang Yanqing who ate so recklessly. It was harmful to the stomach and body.

Xu Xinzhen sorted through the orange peels and slowly said, "He’s afraid he might not come back."

Xu Xinzhen’s words, seemingly wise yet hazy, startled Mrs. Liu and Tang Yan Yi, who turned back to stare at her.

Tang Yan Yi barely dared to breathe, asking softly, "Auntie, how do you know my brother might be leaving?"

Xu Xinzhen laughed: "Back in the day, I liked eating sunflower seeds but didn’t care to shell them myself or buy the pre-shelled ones from the store. Year after year, Haoran shelled them for me personally."

"That time, before the accident, he stayed home for three days straight, didn’t go to work or do anything, just sat there shelling a big bag of sunflower seeds for me. He shelled so many that his lips developed painful blisters..."

Tears flowed from the eyes of Mrs. Liu and Tang Yan Yi. Tang Yan Yi wiped her tears, "I’ll head back first."

Instinctively she still hoped her brother wouldn’t go anywhere, but stay safely in Deep Valley, stay by her side.

Hadn’t he suffered enough for Shi Nian? She truly wished her brother could be a little selfish, cherish himself a bit more, and stop recklessly risking everything for Shi Nian like a moth to the flame.

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Tang Yan Yi was taken aback when she returned to Tang Yanqing’s room, only to find Huangfu Huazhang had already left.

She had thought this meeting would be lengthy, but unexpectedly it turned short.

Once inside, she asked, "What did he say to you?"

Tang Yanqing continued eating oranges, his eyes clear with a smile: "He was just saying goodbye, you heard it too."

"But didn’t he say he wanted to speak with you alone? What did he really say?" Tang Yan Yi grew anxious.

Tang Yanqing still smiled easily, "He just told me he’s leaving."

Tang Yanqing shifted his gaze, lowering his eyes to the orange in his hand. According to traditional medicine, all things are interconnected in contradiction. This little orange encapsulates this: the flesh causes internal heat when eaten in excess, yet the white pith and peel are remedies for heat, so whole consumption balances health.

And now, as he hands over the peel—the remedy—while calmly swallowing the heat-inducing flesh, this signifies his decision.

Life can be lived in countless ways, and with his family background and abilities, he may have found a more vibrant way... but, if that life were without her, he’d abandon it, no matter how good, without a second thought.

He tilted his head, recalling how Huangfu Huazhang proudly remarked: "The person she admires and loves most is always her father. Her father died saving her, embodying the image of the perfect man, the perfect father. Now, I am Shi Haoran of those days. I will do anything to save her, save our daughter."

Huangfu Huazhang smiled at him radiant with brilliance: "Though dangerous, I rushed to her side regardless. When I personally rescue them from peril... I will become the reincarnation of her father in her eyes. She will forever love me, unwaveringly until death."

Having said this, Huangfu Huazhang rose to bid farewell.

Huangfu Huazhang came specifically to tell him: peril lies ahead, and Huangfu Huazhang himself would attempt the rescue.

He tried hard to smile at Chong Tang Yan Yi, but all he saw was endless darkness. Then he recalled word by word writing in that little girl’s palm: "What kind of boys do you like?"

She hesitated briefly but replied firmly: "A policeman."

He knew her answer wasn’t just about the profession; she wanted someone like her father. Hence, Huangfu Huazhang was right: the danger was a test, and whoever first broke through it to her would become that hero capable of replacing her father in her heart.

He tilted his head to look at the bag of oranges: "Are all the oranges eaten? How many are left?"

Time was running out for him; he had to hurry and finish them all. Once done, it was time for action.

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Huangfu Huazhang returned to the castle, where everything had been packed up, ready to bid farewell to this building, this kingdom.

Huangfu Huazhang wandered around the castle once more. Fifteen years had left countless memories here.

But to it, this is not a symbol of luxury and honor, but merely a Bastille.

Now, finally about to leave, his heart felt no attachment, rather an unprecedented ease.

William Ford, haha, he could finally bid farewell to this identity.

In the end, he opened a bottle of wine, poured it into a glass, swirled it, inhaling the aroma.

The wine of farewell.

Xia Zuo came in, asked softly: "Sir, are we still waiting for anything?"

Huangfu Huazhang laughed: "That’s right, it’s as if we’re waiting for something. I’m thinking that if Tang Yanqing remains calm now, he still has time to apply to the judge for a restraining order to prevent me from leaving the country."

There are reasons, like the Sean case. If Tang Yanqing could maintain some of his previous intellect, he could find a reason to persuade the judge.

Xia Zuo also curved his lips: "Indeed, even if there is a restraining order, Sir can still leave. It’s just that you want to use this last chance to test Tang Yanqing’s mental state."

In these 17 months, Sir always appeared in the police surveillance footage through George, while Sir used a fake passport and identity to smoothly leave the country. Despite the police certainly setting up surveillance at entry and exit points, they couldn’t actually stop Sir.

After finishing a glass of wine, nothing awaited arrived. Huangfu Huazhang nodded with a smile, handed the glass to Xia Zuo, and then walked out.

He could leave satisfied.

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On the way, Xia Zuo asked softly: "Are you sure Tang Yanqing will definitely follow?"

Huangfu Huazhang laughed leisurely: "He certainly will."

Whoever can rescue Shi Nian from a perilous situation becomes the epitome of her father’s image in her heart, affecting her heart and beliefs, this is for a lifetime. How would Tang Yanqing willingly withdraw from the competition?

It’s just that Tang Yanqing doesn’t know this perilous situation isn’t truly entrapping Shi Nian, but rather a grave designed for him—Tang Yanqing.

When the car arrived at the airport, Xia Zuo had already received a notification, softly informed Huangfu Huazhang.

Just now, an airline ticket for Tang Yanqing was issued, he chose the route flying to that Asian country.

Huangfu Huazhang smiled in satisfaction: "The final game has begun."

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Westside Fashion Design College.

The mentor stared at Yan Jian, who was somewhat distracted: "Have you decided on my suggestion?"

Every semester, the college assigns internship tasks to students. However, Yan Jian haven’t completed last semester’s task. Yan Jian has always been an active and diligent student, and this time, failing to turn in assignments on time surprised the mentor.

It was later discovered that this little girl had shifted all her time and energy to house interior design last semester.

The teacher came up with a solution: There’s an external fashion design project seeking collaboration with the college. If Yan Jian is willing to participate and help as an assistant designer, once the event is over, it could count as fulfilling the task.

The teacher was helping Yan Jian, but Yan Jian’s reaction was somewhat lethargic. It should be noted that the girl has been in a lethargic state recently, often daydreaming, and no one knew what was wrong with her.

Yan Jian returned to her senses, looking vacantly at the teacher, sighed: "Alright, I’ll do it."

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Carrying a backpack and walking out of the school gate, it started to rain again.

The fine rain drizzled, not bringing the joy that spring rain does. This continuous autumn drizzle soaked her heart with desolation.

It’s not that she didn’t understand the teacher’s good intentions, but she couldn’t ignore the name of the project host—Catherine.

French famous model Catherine, turned designer. The information also included a photo of Catherine, which she immediately recognized.

Thinking of this, she grew increasingly irritated. This persistent fine rain was cold and sticky, unable to extinguish the fire in her heart, instead making it burn more fiercely, leaving her anxious.

Just then, her phone rang, not knowing when to quit, and she pulled it out to see, that damn number happened to be from the person she least wanted to see!