She Is My Life

Hua Jinyao was completely oblivious to the increasingly oppressive air around Xi Jin.

Every word he said struck a raw nerve with Xi Jin.

"So when we choose a partner, we have to find someone of equal social standing. Whether it's you or Xi Jin, you both need to learn to respect yourselves. Don't let just any stray cat or dog out there lead you astray."

The elevator doors opened with a ding.

Hua Jinyao gestured for Jiang Yuexi to step out first. Afraid Xi Jin might not have heard him from behind, he deliberately raised his voice and continued:

"Those lower-class people are so filthy I wouldn't even look at them. And some shameless young girls live under someone else's roof but don't know their place at all. To climb the social ladder, they'll do the most despicable things..."

"Uncle."

A cold voice suddenly came from behind him, cutting him off.

Hua Jinyao stopped and turned, his face wreathed in smiles. "What is it, my dear nephew?"

With his hands in the pockets of his black trousers, Xi Jin stepped out of the elevator, a faint smile on his lips.

"I have a big gift for you."

Hua Jinyao was a little pleased.

He thought his "earnest advice" had finally made Xi Jin "see reason."

"What is it?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Xi Jin kicked him hard in the stomach.

Hua Jinyao cried out in pain and staggered backward, falling to the floor.

"Ah—"

Jiang Yuexi screamed and froze where she stood.

Before she could react,

Xi Jin had already pinned Hua Jinyao to the floor, his fists whistling through the air as they slammed into the man's face.

"Xi Jin! Stop hitting him! You'll kill him!"

Jiang Yuexi hurried over and grabbed Xi Jin's taut arm.

As if he hadn't heard her, Xi Jin flung her aside.

Jiang Yuexi lost her balance and fell onto the carpet, a sharp pain shooting through her elbow.

Brow furrowed, she looked at Xi Jin, who had lost control before her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Xi Jin was always cool and refined. No matter how angry he got, he would only use his gaze to apply pressure.

He had never been as violent as he was now.

The staff soon noticed what was happening, and several of them came over to try to stop him.

Two people restrained Xi Jin by the arms.

His gaze remained fixed on Hua Jinyao, whose face was covered in blood and twisted with pain.

The savagery in his eyes was like a storm raging out of control.

Several more people arrived, and with great difficulty, they pulled Hua Jinyao out from under Xi Jin.

Hua Jinyao sat against the wall, dizzy and dazed, his face covered in blood and his disheveled hair plastered to it.

Not a trace remained of his affected arrogance.

With what little strength he had left, he cried out:

"I'm your uncle, and you actually dared to hit me! That little vixen has really bewitched you..."

"Do you want to die?!"

Xi Jin snarled through gritted teeth.

Even with several people holding him back, he still lunged forward a few steps.

Hua Jinyao was so frightened that he quickly grabbed a security guard's leg and used him as a shield, his voice trembling with tears:

"You're hitting your own uncle for an outsider! Is there no justice left in this world...?"

Someone helped Jiang Yuexi to her feet.

She looked at the chaos before her.

She had never seen Xi Jin lose control like this.

Nan Xingyu seemed to hold a far more important place in his heart than she had imagined.

"Huh?"

Hua Jinyao touched his face and came away with a hand full of blood. "I'm dying."

With that, he fell backward and passed out.

In the hotel's top-floor suite.

Xi Kun sat on a black sofa with his legs crossed, his cold, somber gaze fixed on Xi Jin, who stood before him.

Xi Jin held a damp towel, his head lowered as he slowly wiped the blood from his right hand.

Hua Jinyao's blood.

"Get on your knees!"

Xi Kun barked.

Xi Jin raised his eyes nonchalantly. "Aren't you still alive? Why are you in such a hurry to have me kowtow at your funeral?"

"Bastard!!"

Xi Kun's face turned livid with rage. He snatched up his phone and hurled it at him.

Xi Jin didn't dodge, letting it strike him in the chest.

It landed with a dull thud.

It hurt badly.

But he didn't even frown.

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

"I do."

Xi Jin casually tossed the towel onto the coffee table. "I just beat up a scumbag, that's all."

"And you fought with him right in front of Jiang Yuexi,"

Xi Kun said, frustrated that he wouldn't live up to expectations. "Are you afraid people won't find out you have another woman on the side?"

"What do you mean, I have another woman on the side?"

Xi Jin smiled lazily. "I'm very faithful. I only have one woman."

"Xi Jin, I can turn a blind eye to you being with that woman,"

Xi Kun said, trying to calm himself, "but if you cross the line and harm the Xi Family's interests, don't blame me for intervening personally!"

"You won't get a foot in."

Xi Jin raised his head and said firmly, "I've chosen her for this lifetime. She's the only one for me."

"Impossible!"

Xi Kun shouted. "I'll never let a woman like that through the doors of the Xi Family."

Xi Jin was bored. It was the same thing over and over again. He said impatiently, "Was there something else?"

"Let me ask you."

Xi Kun stared hard at Xi Jin. "Did you already know there was a problem with Nan Xingyu's fertility?"

At those words,

Xi Jin's indifferent gaze flickered.

He frowned at the man sitting on the sofa.

The spot on his chest where the phone had struck him throbbed faintly.

He didn't want Xi Kun to see his panic.

He deliberately slipped his hands into his trouser pockets, maintaining the same careless air.

"Dad, you really do meddle in everything. Whether my wife can have children depends on whether I want them."

"I advise you to give up on that idea!"

Xi Kun slapped the armrest and stood, pointing a finger in Xi Jin's face.

"Never mind that she comes from a lowly family. Even if she were of noble birth, the fact that she can't even do a woman's most basic duty and carry on the family line means she can never be with you in this lifetime!"

"So my mother was just a tool for you to carry on the family line too?"

Xi Jin laughed, his voice full of mockery.

"She gave you a sickly child, and then she gave you a bastard like me."

"..."

Xi Kun was left speechless.

He looked at Xi Jin's unconcerned expression.

"Xi Jin, I'm warning you. Your grandfather's will is very clear: you must marry into another family before you can inherit the Xi Family's business."

"I understand."

Xi Jin nodded, his tone as calm as if he were talking about someone else.

"Wasn't it for power in the Xi Family that you and my mother were forced into the same bed?"

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not as capable as you. I can't get it up when I see another woman."

"You bastard!!"

Xi Kun raised his hand to strike him.

Xi Jin caught him by the wrist. "Dad, don't hit my face. If my baby sees it when I get home, her heart will ache."

Xi Kun shook off his hand. "What will it take for you to cut things off with this scourge once and for all?"

"Dad, she isn't a scourge."

Xi Jin slipped his hands into his pockets, his gaze darkening. "She's my life."