Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

Chapter 164: Dreams

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Inside the car, Han LiTian drove, taking Kang Xin and YouCheng back to the orphanage.

Recalling the earlier incident, his face remained dark and brooding. Still, he found some solace in the fact that Kang Xin had notified him immediately.

"Kang Xin, in the future, always inform me about these situations. People like that won't listen to reason. Only by making them experience tangible pain will they come to understand the consequences of their actions."

"Alright," Kang Xin nodded without further comment.

When she first learned that YouCheng had been bullied, her immediate reaction was to seek revenge on those who had wronged him.

But HuMing's earlier words had stayed with her, reminding her that someone had always been behind her, supporting her actions.

It was precisely for this reason that she chose to tell Han LiTian about the matter.

Ultimately, it was HuMing's decision-making that resolved the situation. This realization suddenly struck Kang Xin: she was still walking along the path HuMing had mapped out for her.

She fell into a contemplative silence while YouCheng sat upright, his eyes fixed on the man funding the orphanage.

He had heard that this man was Brother Ming’s father, though they bore no resemblance.

However, the authority Han LiTian had demonstrated earlier filled YouCheng with admiration and longing. If he could become as capable as this man, no one would dare to bully him again.

For the first time, a burning desire to rise above his current circumstances ignited within him.

He recalled the words HuMing had once told him: without selfish desires, a person cannot grow.

"By the way, Kang Xin, do you know who filmed that incident earlier?"

Han LiTian's gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, watching Kang Xin in the back seat. She leaned back silently before answering

"It was my classmate, HuMing."

"So, last night, it was HuMing who saved YouCheng and even slapped that boy?"

Han LiTian remembered the boy's swollen face earlier. It was clear the slap hadn’t been light—judging by the swelling, it wouldn’t heal for at least half a month.

Though suspicious of HuMing, Han LiTian couldn’t help but be intrigued. Hearing from Kang Xin that Xia XiaoXi was acquainted with HuMing surprised him even more.

Han LiTian knew Xia XiaoXi well—her family, the Xia family, was a prominent household in the capital, with ties to his own family. Compared to the Xia family, however, the Han family was of a lower rank.

Why Xia XiaoXi was staying here remained a mystery, though her father, the head of the Xia family, had personally called Han LiTian to request her care. Naturally, Han LiTian wouldn’t refuse.

"Yes. YouCheng even mistook him for the young master."

Hearing Kang Xin mention his name, YouCheng felt slightly annoyed. Yet, listening to Han LiTian's words, he became certain that the boy wasn’t HuMing.

Still, his instincts told him otherwise—that boy was HuMing. He must have reasons for hiding his identity.

With that thought, YouCheng formed a plan. But if he went through with it, would Sister Kang Xin be upset?

He stole a glance at Kang Xin before quickly averting his eyes.

…

Meanwhile, Xia XiaoXi was growing curious about HuMing's next move. At school, she stuck to his side, a behavior that didn’t go unnoticed by others. Many wondered about her reasons, but HuMing seemed indifferent.

To him, it was all about waiting for Han ShuYi to reappear. Only then could his plan proceed.

During this interim, HuMing spent his time in the library reading, while Xia XiaoXi sat nearby, bored and toying with her hair.

Noticing her, HuMing remarked, "If you’re bored, feel free to leave. Everyone’s already jealous enough seeing you follow me around."

"Jealous? Really? I’m just waiting for your next move. Day after day, school is so dull. I’m actually looking forward to the cultural festival this weekend."

"Speaking of which, I heard Han ShuYi will be participating. He’s going to sing. I wonder how good he is."

HuMing raised an eyebrow. Reflecting on the Xia family’s ties to the Han family, he speculated: Could Han ShuYi be aiming to win Xia XiaoXi’s favor during the festival?

He narrowed his eyes, contemplating the possibility.

As his gaze wandered, he noticed the girl at the front desk tearing pages from her notebook and crumpling them before throwing them into the trash.

Her brows were tightly knit, her expression filled with frustration.

Intrigued, HuMing found the sight amusing.

Xia XiaoXi’s voice broke his focus. He turned, only to find her face mere inches from his.

"HuMing, do you have any dreams?" 

"My dreams?"

The question caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned. The last time someone had mentioned "dreams" was YouCheng. Over time, HuMing had nearly forgotten his own dreams.

Dreams evolve, influenced by different life stages. From wanting toys as a child to craving a stable job as an adult, the gap between them is vast.

For a time, HuMing’s greatest dream had been to die in that dark prison cell—to escape his suffering forever.

But when HuMin rescued him from that hell, he found himself aimless once again. Until, that incident happened.

He knew he wasn’t a good person, but regarding life and death, he believed he understood it better than most.

So, at present, he has a simple goal:

"To live well—that’s my biggest dream."

"What? Everyone wants to live well! I’m asking what you really want to do," Xia XiaoXi pressed, puffing out her cheeks in frustration.

Shrugging, HuMing replied calmly, "I want to find out who I am. I want to know what my family looks like."

"Really? Have you tried searching for your parents?"

"I have. No luck."

He shook his head.

HuMing had investigated his birthplace, but unsurprisingly, the doctor and nurses who had delivered him had vanished. The records of his birth had also mysteriously disappeared.

If no one pulled the strings behind this, HuMing would be willing to cut off his own head.

Riiip!

The sound of pages being torn echoed once more.

(The next few chapters will be a brief story about HuMing’s past, and the threads of his identity will also be revealed.)