Chapter Ninety-Eight: Qin Mengxue Wants to Know

In Beiyang City, Huaxia, a Volkswagen Phaeton sped merrily down Songbai Road. Xue Tian’ai sat in the driver’s seat, humming a tune, his mood fairly good. Yet, despite his cheerful state, a faint unease lingered in his heart. Ever since leaving the police station, his sister-in-law Cen An’an had been staring at him. Now, as they rode in the car, she sat in the back seat, still watching him intently.

“An’an, what’s wrong? Did I get rice on my face? Why are you staring at me like that?” Xue Tian’ai twitched his lips and spoke.

“Brother-in-law, you’re just incredible! How did you do it?” Cen An’an’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Do what?” Xue Tian’ai casually turned the steering wheel as he replied.

“How did you take down those four robbers in an instant, and dodge bullets too? It was amazing!” Cen An’an gazed at his chiseled profile, full of reverence.

At this moment, Xue Tian’ai’s image in Cen An’an’s heart was towering—handsome beyond compare, especially in a suit, a master in the kitchen, and, most importantly, her brother-in-law was astonishingly fierce! He had dispatched those four armed robbers with effortless ease.

“Uh… well, how should I explain it? It’s just… you know, this and that, then a bit more of this and that, and finally, this and that… and it was done…”

Qin Mengxue, seated beside him, nearly choked at his perfunctory answer. It sounded suspiciously like the explanation Xue Tian’ai gave when he managed to negotiate a price with Ye Hairuo.

“Seriously, brother-in-law, did you flunk out of elementary school? How is your ability to organize words so poor?” Cen An’an exclaimed, covering her mouth in disbelief.

Both Xue Tian’ai and Qin Mengxue wore expressions of exasperation. The girl wasn’t wrong—Xue Tian’ai hadn’t just missed elementary school; he’d never even attended kindergarten.

“Ahem, fighting is all about practical experience. Words can hardly capture it…” Xue Tian’ai admitted honestly.

Back then, he hadn’t learned those moves from books or written manuals, but through real combat—blow after blow, suffering repeated agony, and surviving countless brushes with death before finally mastering them.

“So, brother-in-law, who are you really? How did you acquire such skills? I’ve only ever seen this kind of prowess in Hollywood action blockbusters!” Cen An’an looked at him brightly, while Qin Mengxue in the passenger seat perked up, eager for his answer.

Qin Mengxue had asked him a similar question before, but Xue Tian’ai gave no clear reply. Now that Cen An’an had voiced it again, would he answer?

“Xue Tian’ai, male, eldest grandson of the Xue family in the capital, the eldest young master, your sister’s man, your brother-in-law,” Xue Tian’ai decided to play the fool once more.

“That’s it? Just… just that?” Cen An’an wondered if her ears were betraying her.

“That’s all, just that!” Xue Tian’ai affirmed with a firm nod.

Qin Mengxue felt disappointment once again, but she said nothing. She had anticipated his evasive answer.

“Seriously, brother-in-law, that was nothing but nonsense! You managed to fill an entire paragraph with empty words; you really are talented!” Cen An’an gave him a thumbs-up.

“Really? Hardly anyone knows I’m the eldest young master of the Xue family. I thought I just gave you a headline scoop!” Xue Tian’ai kept one hand on the wheel and returned the thumbs-up.

“Hmph, fine, if you won’t tell me, I’ll ask my sister instead!” Cen An’an pouted and turned to Qin Mengxue, “Sis, what kind of person is my brother-in-law?”

“…” Qin Mengxue’s mind filled with fluffy sheep. You’re curious about your brother-in-law? I am too. I wish I knew what kind of man he truly is.

“I think you’d better ask your brother-in-law…” Qin Mengxue turned her face aside, hiding her inability to answer. Ah, to not know your own husband—what a failure.

“Hmph! You two are bullying me! Someday, I’ll definitely find out, just wait and see!” An’an stuck out her petite tongue, then retreated upstairs to wash up in the room she chose yesterday, leaving only Qin Mengxue and Xue Tian’ai downstairs.

“Ah, so tired! Shopping all day… But you women have incredible stamina when shopping. You bought so much and never seemed exhausted!” Xue Tian’ai tossed the bags onto the sofa and collapsed beside them, eyes closed.

Qin Mengxue said nothing, sitting beside him and resting her head gently on his shoulder.

“Hm? Honey, what’s wrong?” Feeling the weight on his shoulder, Xue Tian’ai opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Xue Tian’ai, thank you. You saved me again today. Those robbers were after me, weren’t they?” Qin Mengxue murmured softly.

“Haha, it’s nothing, just a few petty thugs. Don’t worry about it. Besides, what’s there to thank between husband and wife?” Xue Tian’ai scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Qin Mengxue’s head nestled against his shoulder, and a sweet, blissful smile curved her lips. She was leaning on a man who would risk his life for her, who would shield her from bullets—what more could she ask for?

“Xue Tian’ai, will you tell me what kind of man you really are? We’re husband and wife. I want to truly know you…” Qin Mengxue lifted her head and gazed at him earnestly.

“I told you—Xue Tian’ai, eldest young master of the Xue family…”

“That’s not what I want to hear. I want you to speak as Qin Mengxue’s husband, not as the masked Xue Tian’ai…” Qin Mengxue interrupted him, her eyes fixed stubbornly on his.

“Sigh…” Xue Tian’ai let out a long sigh and looked at her with a bitter smile. “Honey, my story is long, maybe it would take all night to tell. Would you still want to hear it?”

“As long as you speak, I’ll listen!” Seeing he was wavering, Qin Mengxue grew excited, grabbing his arm.

“It might be rather dull. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“I just want to truly understand you as your wife!” Qin Mengxue declared firmly. Suddenly, she felt dizzy, and Xue Tian’ai’s face blurred before her eyes.

“Huh… What’s happening? Why am I… so sleepy, my head…” Before she could finish, Qin Mengxue collapsed into Xue Tian’ai’s embrace, falling fast asleep.

Looking at her flawless sleeping face, Xue Tian’ai smiled gently, then scooped her up in his arms. He walked steadily and quietly up the stairs, into Qin Mengxue’s bedroom, and laid her softly on the bed, covering her with a blanket and adjusting the air conditioning.

Yes, without a doubt, Qin Mengxue’s sudden sleepiness and drowsiness were Xue Tian’ai’s doing.

He didn’t want her to know about his past. Whether as Sirius in his former life or as the God of Assassins, Phantom Butterfly, his world was simply too dark, too bloody, too filthy.

“Honey, I’m sorry. It’s better you never know the world I come from. A snow lotus should remain untainted.”

“Don’t worry—whatever you face, I’ll always be here. As long as I live, I’ll never let you suffer the slightest harm.”

“You are my wife. Whoever dares touch you, I’ll destroy their entire family!” Xue Tian’ai gently bent over, stroked Qin Mengxue’s lovely face, and kissed her forehead before quietly leaving the room.

At that moment, the God of Assassins, feared throughout the underworld, made a promise—not only as a man, but as Qin Mengxue’s husband.

Sleeping soundly, Qin Mengxue turned comfortably in bed, a hint of happiness on her face. Perhaps she was dreaming sweetly…

…Perhaps the dream was about that promise.