HBWMA -Chapter 186 Your sister seems to have gone out to meet a man

After a while, the glass door opened and a girl rushed out in disheveled clothing.

Su Miao clearly didn’t expect this scene and froze for a moment, her ears turning red.

Jiang Huashan turned back and stared at the girl’s retreating figure. That was… Zhao Tang?

“Hey! Little Su, the invitation for the new high school students hasn’t even been sent out yet. Why did you come here already to have fun?”

Inside, a boy with slicked-back hair and well-defined muscles leaned lazily. His shirt collar was already unbuttoned down to the third button, giving him a reckless, carefree air.

Jiang Huashan glanced at him.

Guan He—the young master of the newly rising Guan family. He and Zhou Yanheng were birds of a feather; if Zhou Yanheng killed, he would set fire; if Zhou Yanheng robbed, he would burn down houses.

“Oh? New face?”

Su Miao immediately stepped in front of Guan He. “She’s Shen Lanxi’s younger sister.”

The curiosity in Guan He’s eyes instantly faded. He chuckled. “I’m not some wild beast. Why so tense? So, what do you need?”

Su Miao said, “I need to go out, so I was hoping you could help me.”

Guan He raised a brow. “Sneaking out from home?”

Su Miao didn’t respond.

He looked her up and down. “It’s not impossible, but you need to tell me where you’re going. If something happens to you and Grandpa Su finds out I was involved, I won’t be able to keep my life.”

Su Miao thought for a moment. “I’m going to Jinggang No. 1 High School.”

“Jinggang No. 1 High School?” Guan He frowned, then broke into a teasing smile. “I get it—you’re going to meet your boyfriend, huh?”

Su Miao stiffly nodded. “…Yeah.”

He then looked at Jiang Huashan. “And you?”

Jiang Huashan replied naturally, “I’m going to date someone too.”

Su Miao’s eyelid twitched.

“Tch!” Guan He frowned. “You too? No, what’s wrong with you two? Aren’t the boys in Yucai good enough? Those bookish nobodies from Jinggang No. 1—what’s so good about them? Why are you all going for outsiders?”

Su Miao urged, “Brother A-He, stop asking and just take us there.”

Guan He refused. “No way. I’m going to get to the bottom of this today.”

Jiang Huashan said calmly, “Because we like the feeling of being kept.”

Su Miao: “?”

Guan He: “!”

Jiang Huashan continued, “Bookish types are even better—they haven’t seen much of the world. Just a little teasing and they’re completely mesmerized.”

Su Miao’s mouth twitched as she forced a smile. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

Guan He slapped his thigh. “This girl’s one of us! Alright, wait here. I’ll arrange it right away!”

With that, he rushed out of the room energetically.

Su Miao: “……”

VIP Room.

Inside a massive glass enclosure, every wall shimmered with shifting, surreal light projections. In the center hung a three-meter-wide screen, showing a group of men in camouflage conducting combat operations in a forest.

Zhou Yanheng wore a headset, his gaze switching between nine different camera feeds.

“Three o’clock direction. Kill target number 7. Fire.”

Bang—

A gunshot echoed through the headset. On the screen, blood splattered across the view.

“WIN!”

“A-Heng!”

Two voices rang out at the same time.

Zhou Yanheng took off his headphones, picked up the remote on the table, and pressed it toward the door. The glass door slowly slid open.

Guan He strode in and casually glanced at the game screen. “Whoa! Sixteen kills! A full wipe.”

The game Zhou Yanheng was playing was the most popular real-person killing game on the dark web right now. The “slave master” could control players through voice commands, so those so-called sixteen kills were actually sixteen real lives. Zhou Yanheng was a veteran player in it; taking lives had long become routine for him, and he no longer felt the excitement he once did.

He absentmindedly poured himself a glass of water. “What do you need me for?”

Guan He said, “Oh, Su Miao and her friend want to sneak out to meet their boyfriends. They asked me to figure out a way to get them out. By the way, is your plane still parked at the airstrip?”

Zhou Yanheng paused mid-sip and turned to him. “Meet boyfriends?”

Guan He nodded. “Yeah. Those two girls have bad taste—their targets are just bookworms from Jingang No.1 High School.”

Zhou Yanheng put down his glass. “The plane’s still in the usual spot. Just go ahead and use it.”

“Got it.” Guan He turned and left the room.

After he left, Zhou Yanheng picked up the glass again and pressed the remote toward the giant screen. Instantly, the image switched and froze on the elevator scene from earlier—Jiang Huashan tilting her head and greeting the camera.

She smiled sweetly, her peach blossom eyes curved. She looked both tender and slightly disdainful—provocative, yet innocent.

Zhou Yanheng took a sip of water, then picked up his phone and made a call.

“Shen Qingyu, your sister… seems to have gone out to find a man.”

Su Miao never expected Guan He’s way of transportation to be this extravagant—he actually brought a helicopter. Even more surprising was that Guan He, who looked like a delinquent, could actually fly it.

Jiang Huashan, however, was quite calm. She had been on this helicopter before—Zhou Yanheng’s.

Since it was inconvenient to land near Jingang No.1 High School, Guan He arranged with a familiar hotel in advance. After landing on the rooftop helipad, they took a taxi to the school. The reason they went there was because Guan He insisted on tagging along.

When it came to gossip, boys were no less than girls. Guan He even had a pair of binoculars hanging around his neck. “Don’t worry, I’m not that clueless. I’ll leave as soon as you meet him.”

It was the first day of school and still lunchtime, so the entrance of Jingang No.1 High School was crowded with students.

Su Miao pressed her temples. “What do we do?”

Jiang Huashan said, “What’s the big deal? There are so many students at the gate—just randomly hug one and you’ll scare him off.”

Su Miao’s headache got worse. She clearly couldn’t do something like that.

Guan He said, “Why is he still not out? Hurry up and call him. What kind of kept man has no awareness at all, making his sugar mommy wait?”

“…”

Su Miao pulled Jiang Huashan aside. “What do we do? Think of something, or he’ll just keep following us and we won’t be able to go to the hospital.”

Jiang Huashan said, “There is a way. But it costs money.”

Su Miao glanced at her. “Aren’t you rich already?”

“Rich! Very rich.”

Su Miao said, “Fine. Help me get rid of him and I’ll give you thirty thousand.”

Jiang Huashan said, “Are you donating to a beggar?”

“Fifty thousand!”

Still too little. Not worth the effort.

Just as Jiang Huashan was about to refuse, her gaze suddenly fixed on someone in the crowd.

Xia Xingchen.

The scum who, after Aunt Jiao died, caused Fu Sui’er to become pregnant out of wedlock.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Huashan’s eyes. She patted Su Miao’s shoulder.

“Deal.”

As she spoke, her lips curled into a faint arc, and she walked toward the young man in the crowd.