Chapter 185: This Is Where It Ends
"No need." Han Jing responded casually and continued speaking softly with An Chuxue.
Su Xingyan...
Soon, the butler brought over the box containing the silver notes, and Su Xingyan took it, feeling quite pained.
Su Xingyan, with a dark expression, said to Han Jing, "They’re all here."
Han Jing stood up, took the box, and opened it. Inside were all silver notes with a face value of ten thousand taels each. She sat back down with the box, placed it on the table, and began counting them one by one.
Su Xingyan’s eye twitched as he watched. "You really don’t trust me that much?"
If he really wanted to renege on the debt, he could have simply not given them or used fake ones to fool her. Yet, here she was, counting them one by one right in front of him, which felt utterly displeasing.
Han Jing had only counted a few before Su Xingyan interrupted, causing her to completely forget where she had left off.
Annoyed, Han Jing grabbed the wine pot from the table and threw it at Su Xingyan!
Su Xingyan narrowly dodged it, and the pot shattered on the ground with a crash.
With a dark face, Su Xingyan yelled, "What’s gotten into you again?"
Youyou, who had been quietly lying next to Han Jing, suddenly leaped up, threateningly staring at Su Xingyan. Su Xingyan glared at Han Jing, his body trembling with anger.
An Chuxue struggled not to laugh, barely keeping it together by hunching her shoulders and keeping her head down given the situation.
Ignoring Su Xingyan’s crazed look, Han Jing continued counting the silver notes.
After counting twice and confirming there were no issues, Han Jing closed the box, saying, "Alright, it’s settled."
She got up with the box and motioned An Chuxue to leave.
As she passed by Su Xingyan, she looked at him and said, "Su Xingyan, our account ends here. You better not mess with me again, then we can all get along peacefully. If there’s a next time, a bit of money won’t fix it."
Han Jing isn’t someone who loves killing. As an assassin in the past, life was merely a task in her dictionary. Now that no one forces her, she won’t attack without limits, but it’s best not to challenge her patience, as it’s not abundant.
She acts according to her mood. If she’s in a good mood, everything is negotiable. Maybe tomorrow she won’t be in a good mood, and nothing will be negotiated.
So if you’re wise, from now on, everyone should mind their own business, so we can get along peacefully.
Su Xingyan kept a grim face. Upon hearing Han Jing’s statement about ending things, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Was she telling him that from now on, they wouldn’t even have the slightest connection?
Su Xingyan wanted to say something, but Han Jing was already far away, seemingly indifferent to his attitude, and uninterested in anything related to him.
Su Xingyan watched Han Jing’s retreating figure and suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart, a dull, vague ache.
Back in the carriage with An Chuxue, Han Jing opened the box, took out a stack, and tossed it to An Chuxue. "Count forty-four notes, then deliver them directly to Uncle Yun at Baihua Garden."
An Chuxue felt awkward just hearing "Uncle Yun," but holding the silver notes, she couldn’t help but tremble as she asked, "And the rest is yours?"