Kensei crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair, feeling at a loss: “You know where they are, so why don’t you go find her yourself?”
Jun Hao withdrew his gaze, turning to look at Kensei, a devilishly charming smile playing on his lips as he asked, “Do you think she’s worth me personally going to find?”
“You’re avoiding it. Others may not know what you’re thinking, but I do.”
“Pei Xuan Yan wants to play with me? I’ll play with him to the end. He wants to rescue An Hong from prison, but I won’t let him have his way.”
“Hao… don’t be impulsive. Doing this will hurt An Ke.” Kensei stood up excitedly, facing him. After knowing him for so many years, he might not understand him 100%, but at least 80%. If he said something, he would do it.
“There are two types of women: those to be cherished and those to be played with, and she belongs to the latter.” A faint smile remained on his face, but his deep black eyes were like a cold pool: “I’ll make her understand the consequences of her actions and regret everything she’s done today.”
“An Ke is not Xuan Ling. You need to think carefully.” If Jun Hao hadn’t revealed the truth while drunk, he would have forever carried that pain, a pain that belonged to him alone. Since then, Kensei had never seen any expression on Jun Hao’s face except a smile. A smile is an expression of joy, but when someone is used to hiding their inner feelings behind a smile, it’s more painful than crying.
“Prepare for me. I want to give my wife a grand wedding.”
“Jun Hao, no matter what you do, I won’t stop you, nor can I. I just hope you won’t regret it later.” Kensei spoke to Jun Hao with unprecedented seriousness.
“I know exactly what I’m doing. Have you ever seen the word ‘regret’ in my dictionary?” Jun Hao pointed to the door, asking, “Are you leaving or am I?”
Kensei turned towards the door, stopped, and pointed to the photo on the floor: “I don’t think I need to prevent this news from being reported.”
