The Furious Protagonist

“Thank you, Elder Han Xiong!”

Lin Fan's eyes couldn't hide his joy.

It was worth all the effort he had put into persuading Han Xiong.

Finally, the heavens did not fail to reward his efforts.

Han Xiong waved his hand nonchalantly, “No need to thank me, Lin Fan. You’re being a bit too formal.”

“Yes, yes, Elder Han is right.”

Lin Fan nodded repeatedly.

No matter what Han Xiong said at this moment.

Even if the old man claimed to be the king of heaven.

Lin Fan would still pretend to agree.

After all, they were going to be in-laws soon.

Complimenting someone doesn’t cost anything.

After exchanging a few more polite words with Han Xiong,

Han Xiong finally stood up, “I’ll have someone call Zhiqi over. Last time, it was inconvenient with me around, so this time, I’ll leave first, and you wait here, Lin Fan.”

“Elder Han, what are you talking about?”

Lin Fan gave a sly smile.

Inside, he thought: This old man knows how to handle things.

Last time, it was probably because of him.

That’s why it was hard to make a move.

But this time, the old man is taking the initiative to leave.

It gave Lin Fan a lot more confidence.

After Han Xiong left,

Lin Fan stood up, straightened his clothes,

and took out his phone to check his reflection.

Today, his complexion looked good.

His state was excellent.

Lin Fan tried to act as elegant and amiable as possible.

Then he sat down and waited quietly.

Not long after,

a figure in blood-red appeared.

“Miss Han, you’re here?”

Lin Fan stood up and smiled at the person.

The greed in his eyes was well-hidden.

No matter how many times he looked at Han Zhiqi,

it always made Lin Fan feel itchy.

Her beauty was on par with Shen Manni.

Shen Manni was out of the question for now.

First, he needed to get Han Zhiqi!

Lin Fan desperately needed one of the four major families as a pawn.

Han Zhiqi's face was cold and unreadable, as if she were looking at an idiot.

“You called me here, don’t you know?”

Lin Fan’s skin was thicker than a city wall, and he invited her, “Come, Miss Han, sit down, have some tea.”

It seemed as if he were the host of the place.

Han Zhiqi had no interest in entertaining him.

“Get to the point!”

She had been suddenly called over by Han Xiong.

She suspected that Lin Fan had discovered the trickery behind the Li Dabiao incident.

And was here to confront her.

Even so,

Han Zhiqi was not the least bit flustered.

This was the Han Family’s territory.

If Lin Fan dared to make a move,

whether he could leave the Han Family alive was a question.

“Miss Han, oh, Zhiqi, is it okay if I call you that?”

Lin Fan smiled indifferently.

Han Zhiqi’s face was full of disgust, “Get lost!”

Lin Fan didn’t take it to heart, “Miss Han, thank you for the Li Dabiao incident last time.”

“Thank me?” Han Zhiqi looked at him strangely.

Lin Fan nodded, “Yes! If it weren’t for you turning off the lights, I would have had to go through a lot of trouble.”

Hearing this, Han Zhiqi felt like Zhou Gong had brought purification.

She realized she had overthought it.

Lin Fan in front of her was acting like an idiot.

She couldn’t help but doubt.

If Xu Mo hadn’t let him off the hook,

he might have been tricked into a cripple!

Is this… is this really the leader of the Dragon King Hall, the Dragon King?

Is it possible that it’s just a group of nobodies gathering for fun?

“I helped because of my grandfather, so if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave!”

Han Zhiqi didn’t want to stay here any longer.

She was afraid she might lose control.

And have her men come over to shoot Lin Fan!

Why is this girl so impatient?

Lin Fan was utterly speechless.

“Miss Han, I would like to invite you to dinner to express my gratitude!”

Han Zhiqi paused for a moment.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

There was still a chance.

As long as Han Zhiqi didn’t refuse so decisively,

anything was possible.

But the next moment,

Lin Fan dismissed that thought.

Because Han Zhiqi’s next words.

Crushed his hopes into dust.

“Do you think you’re very handsome? Do you think you’re very powerful?”

“Come on, do you really think every girl should fall for you?”

“In your eyes, you’re a scum, no, saying you’re scum is too kind, you’re worse than scum!”

“Lin Fan, do you know what I hate the most? I hate hypocrites, and you are a complete hypocrite!”

“You want to get along with me? To better control the Han Family? Hah… My grandfather may be naive, but I’m not!”

“I will never like you in this life, and neither will I in the next, because the person I like is Xu Mo!”

Each word was piercing.

Lin Fan also had pride.

Being humiliated like this by a woman.

He also had a temper, didn’t he?

Does she really think he’s like those spineless protagonists in those loser novels?

“Fine! Fine! Fine!”

“Han Zhiqi, remember what you said today!”

“Don’t ever fall into my hands!”

Lin Fan suppressed his anger and said each word carefully.

To take over the Han Family,

there wasn’t only one way through Han Zhiqi.

Destroying the Han Family and then taking it over.

Was also a good method.

He walked out of the Han Family angrily!

Xu Mo! Xu Mo! It’s always Xu Mo!

Lin Fan couldn’t figure it out.

He couldn’t understand.

Why were the women he wanted.

Always connected to Xu Mo?

That guy was just a good-for-nothing playboy.

His own conditions were much better than Xu Mo’s.

His potential was limitless.

Yet these incredibly beautiful women.

Kept gravitating towards Xu Mo.

Or was it.

That after returning to the country,

he had been too lenient with his methods?

“Xu Mo is human, right? He bleeds, doesn’t he?”

Lin Fan’s eyes flashed with a hint of murder.

He despised those dirty sneak attacks.

But if he was really pushed to the edge.

No matter what means he used.

As long as it achieved the final goal.

He would do it.

“Oh? Lin Fan? Are you leaving? How did it go?”

Han Xiong, who was strolling in the garden, saw Lin Fan heading towards the exit from afar.

So he called out with a smile.

Lin Fan’s face was as dark as night.

He couldn’t be bothered to respond to Han Xiong’s question.

He walked straight towards the exit.

Han Xiong slapped his forehead, “Oh no, Zhiqi must have caused trouble again.”

As soon as Lin Fan left,

Han Xiong returned to the courtyard.

Seeing that Han Zhiqi hadn’t left,

Han Xiong quickly walked over in three steps.

“Zhiqi! If you have any grievances with Lin Fan, just tell your grandfather, there’s no need to embarrass him in person, right?”

Han Xiong was an old fox.

He knew his granddaughter’s temper.

Probably, Han Zhiqi had said something very harsh.

Which had offended Lin Fan.

Han Zhiqi smiled, “Grandpa, you don’t know, that Lin Fan is really bad, don’t be fooled by his act.”

Han Xiong’s eyelids twitched. Wasn’t it inappropriate to talk bad about someone behind their back?

Besides, Lin Fan’s impression on him was quite good.

“Zhiqi, I’m not saying this to you, but you’re not young anymore, all right?”

“Even if you don’t like Lin Fan, you should find a partner, your parents can’t control you, that’s why they let you be.”

“Your grandfather is old, so I can still say a few words to you, but in a few years, when you’re almost thirty, I don’t know if I’ll still be around to hold my great-grandchild.”

“In the family, your grandfather values you the most, you should give me something to look forward to, right?”

Han Zhiqi suddenly blushed.

Han Xiong saw this and thought, there’s hope!

This granddaughter really treated him like an outsider.

When she had a crush,

she didn’t even tell him!

It was too much.

So Han Xiong quickly asked further.

“Which young master is it? You can tell me, can’t you?”

“Looking around, with our family’s conditions, are we afraid we can’t match up?”

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