Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

Chapter 551 Ye Haoxuan: Wo Luen Shing still dares to cause trouble?

Soon, Ye Haoxuan hailed a taxi, gave Qiu Ti's address, and watched the scenery slowly pass by outside the car window. He leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with Qiu Ti's gentle smile and the faint aroma of fish from the kitchen.

Inside the small house, Qiu Ti was standing on the balcony, taking in her drying clothes and looking down at the magnolia tree. The evening breeze blew, and petals fell into her hair.

The food in the kitchen had been reheated twice, just waiting for him to push open the door and say, "I'm home."

She didn't know when the conflicts in the martial arts world would end; she only hoped that he would return safely every time he went out, and that he could have a hot meal with her. That would be enough for her.

Familiar footsteps echoed in the hallway, neither too fast nor too slow, carrying his unique composure. Qiu Ti's heart stirred, and she quickly walked to the door. Just as she grasped the doorknob, the knocking began—three knocks, neither too loud nor too soft, his usual rhythm.

"Coming," she replied softly, opening the door.

Ye Haoxuan stood at the door, the setting sun's light falling on his shoulders, staining the edges of his shirt orange-red. He still carried a hint of the dust and grime of the outside world, but the usual smell of gunpowder was gone.

He looked at Qiu Ti, his eyes softening instantly, and handed her the paper bag in his hand: "I bought you mung bean cakes from the pastry shop on the street corner, your favorite."

Qiu Ti smiled and took it, stepping aside to let him in: "How did you know I wanted to eat this?" She remembered that she had only mentioned it once, saying that when she was a child, her grandmother always bought her mung bean cakes from this store.

"I'll remember." Ye Haoxuan changed his shoes, his gaze sweeping over the dining table. The food was neatly arranged, still steaming slightly, and his heart warmed. "Did you wait for me to come back to eat?"

"Yes, I reheated it twice, afraid it would get cold." Qiu Ti pulled him to the dining table and set out his bowl and chopsticks. "Eat up, the grouper was left by the old lady from the old street, it's very fresh."

Ye Haoxuan sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and took a piece of fish. The meat was tender and had a faint ginger aroma, a familiar taste to him.

He ate slowly, while Qiu Ti sat opposite him, occasionally adding some vegetables to his plate, but she barely touched her own food, just watching him eat with a smile in her eyes.

"You eat too." Ye Haoxuan placed a piece of golden-brown fried fish belly on her plate. "You didn't run into anything when you went to the old street today, did you?" He had heard from Ah Hu that afternoon that they were cracking down on casinos in the old street, and he was worried that she might have run into trouble.

"No, everything is fine." Qiu Ti took a bite of fish and said softly, "Grandma even saved some fish for me, saying thank you for chasing away the thugs who were collecting protection money last time. The neighbors all remember your kindness." She didn't mention seeing Ah Hu raid the casino, afraid he would worry.

Ye Haoxuan smiled and didn't say much—he never expected the neighbors to remember him, he just couldn't stand seeing anyone bully honest people.

He picked up another piece of stir-fried green peppers and eggs with his chopsticks, saying, "The dishes you make are better than those made by the chefs at headquarters."

Qiu Ti felt a little embarrassed by what he said, lowered her head, and shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth: "If you like it, I'll make it for you every day."

The meal was eaten slowly. There was no talk of the conflicts in the martial arts world; instead, they talked about trivial matters in the old street, such as which restaurant had the freshest vegetables, which stall owner had gone on a long trip, and which family's child had been admitted to university.

Ye Haoxuan rarely spoke, mostly listening to Qiu Ti talk, occasionally responding with a word. The weariness in his eyes gradually dissipated in this rambling conversation.

After the meal, Ye Haoxuan insisted on clearing the dishes. Qiu Ti couldn't stop him, so she could only stand by and watch him clumsily wash the dishes. The water was running loudly, and the foam clung to his wrists like soap bubbles from when he was a child.

"Be careful, don't break the bowl." She reached out and gently wiped the foam off his wrist.

Ye Haoxuan stopped what he was doing, turned to look at her, and the light fell on her face, making it look incredibly soft.

He reached out and took her hand. Her hand was a little cold from washing vegetables, so he squeezed it tightly to warm it up.

“Qiu Ti,” he said softly, “you don’t have to wait for me to come back for dinner all the time. If you’re busy, you can eat first and don’t go hungry.”

"I'm not busy." Qiu Ti shook her head and leaned on his shoulder. "We'll eat when you get back."

Ye Haoxuan's heart softened, and he pulled her closer to him, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head.

Just then, my cell phone rang; it was Han Bin calling.

He easily released Qiu Ti, walked to the living room to answer the phone, and lowered his voice: "Hello?"

"Brother Xuan, there's some activity at Wo Luen Shing. My subordinate just reported that there are a few strange men loitering around the old street, staring in the direction of Miss Qiu Ti's residence. They don't look like good people. I've already had someone keep an eye on them."

Han Bin's voice was calm and steady; he didn't dare to shout too much, for fear that Qiu Ti would hear and worry.

Ye Haoxuan's eyes instantly turned cold, his fingers unconsciously clenching, but he still kept his voice down: "Understood. Don't alert them. Have the brothers guard the vicinity, but not near the residence, so Qiu Ti doesn't notice. Also, find out who sent those people."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Haoxuan stood there, his eyes darkening. He Liansheng certainly knew how to pick his time, taking advantage of the lull in his efforts to eliminate Dongxing and quell the internal turmoil to set his sights on Qiu Ti. It seems they weren't hurt enough last time and are now looking for trouble.

He calmed his expression, wiped away the anger in his eyes, and then turned and walked back to the kitchen.

Qiu Ti was putting mung bean cakes into a plate when she saw him come back. She smiled and handed him a piece: "Try it, is it still warm?"

Ye Haoxuan walked over, picked up a mung bean cake, took a bite, and found it sweet but not cloying, with a delicate mung bean fragrance. "Delicious."

He smiled and said, without mentioning what happened on the phone, he just picked up a piece and held it to her lips, "You eat some too."

The evening breeze blew in through the gauze window, carrying the scent of magnolia. The living room light was warm and yellow, and the mung bean cakes on the plate were steaming. The two leaned against the sofa, eating one piece after another. No one mentioned the conflicts of the martial world, no one talked about the wickedness of people's hearts, only the sound of each other's breathing and the occasional soft laughter.

Qiu Ti leaned against Ye Haoxuan's chest, looking at the sky gradually darkening outside the window, and said softly, "I wish every day could be like this."

Ye Haoxuan tightened his arms, holding her even closer, his voice low and firm: "Yes. After we've dealt with things with Liansheng, we'll move to the seaside, watch the sunrise and sunset every day, and never have to think about these worries again."

What he didn't say was that, for the sake of this stability, he would clear away all obstacles—anyone who dared to touch his people, no matter who they were, would pay a bloody price.

But at this moment, all he wanted was to hold the person in his arms, enjoy this moment of tenderness, and keep all the swords and shadows outside the door.

Outside the window, the streetlights of the old street came on, casting a dim yellow light on the stone pavement. Han Bin's men, hidden in the shadows at the street corner, watched the passersby warily, like silent guardians.

The men from Wo Luen Shing wandered around for a while, but seeing no opportunity, they left dejectedly, unaware that their every move had been observed.