Chapter Fifty-Two: I'll Go Too

Looking at Ling'er, Jiang Xiaotian shed tears of regret. He blamed himself for neglecting her, which led to her current state. The internet is harmful; it ruins lives and health. Yet, Ling'er truly was a guide in his life—every time, she managed to bring clarity to his heart.

At least one thing she said was true. Ye Wan'er knew he was strong, yet she left without a word. This could mean only two things: either it was a family matter she didn’t want him involved in, or she feared her troubles would drag him down. In either case, it wasn’t right for him to go looking for her right away. Why not respect her choice?

“By the way, now that you’ve joined the Falcon Squad, you could ask Zhang Guodong for help. With the government’s support, things will be much easier,” Ling'er pointed out another path. Jiang Xiaotian nodded; he felt enlightened, though the heaviness in his heart remained. Understanding things was already an improvement—some wounds aren’t healed with a few words. Besides, it was almost time for him to return home for New Year’s, and soon after, he had to report to the Falcon Squad for a mission. He was busy, pressed for time, with hardly any chance to roam the city searching for Ye Wan'er.

Still, Jiang Xiaotian planned to ask Zhang Guodong for help; if there was news, he wanted to be notified. He believed he would meet Ye Wan'er again, only it would take time. But she really was heartless—she kissed him, then turned her back! What a scoundrel!

The next day, the two of them packed up and prepared to leave. With Ye Wan'er gone, staying in Linhai had lost its meaning. Especially after meeting the Zhao family, Jiang Xiaotian understood: he was strong, but only in a small city. In Beihai and Linhai, he might be the top, but in a martial city like Dragon City, he was insignificant.

Early in the morning, Jiang Xiaotian went to bid farewell to Qin Lulu, who tricked him out of a pile of snacks before he drove off. That girl was carefree, lounging at home in her pajamas—a true homebody. Besides, Jiang Xiaotian would soon return to Linhai; the new Falcon Squad was based there, so he’d report in and Qin Lulu wouldn’t be lonely.

Back in Beihai, Brother Long himself came to greet him, accompanied by several local martial artists. Their strength was weak, most hadn’t reached external force, and they were not young, so when they saw Jiang Xiaotian, they all bowed reverently, disregarding seniority—among martial artists, whoever has the strongest fist is the master.

After thanking them, Jiang Xiaotian didn’t intend to mingle. Though their abilities weren’t impressive, they were already formidable compared to ordinary people, and in Beihai, their lives would be good. His reputation here was so prominent that even Brother Long, having clarified he had no current connection with Jiang Xiaotian, still thrived—everyone gave him respect.

In Beihai, Jiang Xiaotian didn’t have to act cautiously; he did everything with the air of a tough guy. Yet, when he saw Jiang Xiaotian, Brother Long was like a little brother, addressing him as “Mr. Jiang,” face full of smiles, without a hint of arrogance.

It had been nearly two months since Jiang Xiaotian’s departure, and he felt quite sentimental. As his car passed a poor district, he stopped. He missed the place, so he got out to take a look.

To his surprise, his old rental was intact, the keys unchanged—he regretted not bringing them. Suddenly, Brother Long appeared and opened the door for him.

“Mr. Jiang, to be honest, after you left, that Skinny Monkey under me immediately admitted his mistake and even offered money to repair your old rental. Everything inside is new. I’ve contacted your landlord too, renewed your lease for another half-year, just in case you wanted to come back,” Brother Long spoke sincerely.

Jiang Xiaotian was taken aback by the thoughtfulness and smiled with satisfaction. No wonder the landlord never bothered him after the place was smashed—the repairs had been fully handled. That Monkey Brother must have been pressured by Brother Long.

Looking at the familiar yet brand-new furniture, Jiang Xiaotian’s heart trembled. So much time had passed since he met Ling'er. If he hadn’t, he might still be living in this rundown house, facing humiliation, enduring his ex-girlfriend’s mockery. Perhaps he failed his suicide attempt once, but who knows if he could have survived further?

He turned to see Ling'er standing behind him, smiling gently. Ling'er was like an older sister—even though Jiang Xiaotian seemed to care for her, without him, Ling'er could have lived even better. But without her, Jiang Xiaotian might not have survived.

He might not know, but in Long Ling'er’s heart, he was unique. The princess of the Dragon Clan actually detested humans. She could have left Jiang Xiaotian long ago, but she didn’t. Staying with this boy was fun and joyful.

“Forget it, let’s go back. It’s better to live in a big house,” Jiang Xiaotian chuckled, turning away.

“By the way, Brother Long, no need to renew the lease anymore. I don’t plan to return,” Jiang Xiaotian said.

He was not only bidding farewell to his former home, but also to his past self—the coward who flinched at every challenge.

Back at Yuyong Garden, everything was spotless, with a professional housekeeper taking care of the place. No worries about dust.

But as soon as he got home, Jiang Xiaotian was busy again. He started packing—only two days left till New Year’s, and he had to hurry.

His hometown wasn’t far, just in Jiangzhou, a few hours’ drive from Beihai. Seeing him pack, Ling'er began to do the same. Her wardrobe was now filled with all kinds of dresses; she seemed to have taken a liking to modern fashion.

Jiang Xiaotian paused, noticing her, “Ling'er, what are you doing? I only pack when I’m heading home.”

Ling'er was puzzled, “Of course, I need clothes to change into.”

Jiang Xiaotian froze, “Wait, you’re planning to come with me?”

“Weren’t you going to take me?”

The atmosphere instantly cooled.

“Well, it’s hard to explain… This is my uncle’s house, and the title ‘Miss Jiang’ won’t cut it.”

He wasn’t worried about trouble, but every time he went home he faced ridicule—his cousin and aunt never showed him a friendly face. He hated the embarrassment and didn’t want Ling'er to endure it.

“As expected, just like in TV dramas, you’re a jerk—too scared to bring me home to meet your family.”

“Stop right there, Ling'er, please don’t watch those dramas. You’re a dragon, a noble dragon, and I’m just a nobody. Can we not have so much drama?” Jiang Xiaotian’s head was spinning.

But Ling'er ignored him, continuing to pack, “If you leave, I’ll starve.”

“What do you do at home anyway?”

“To be honest, servants bring everything to me.” In fact, dragons could go without food for long periods.

Jiang Xiaotian couldn’t win, clicking his tongue, “Ling'er, maybe you shouldn’t go. I’ll only be gone a few days—you won’t starve.”

But Ling'er nodded obediently, “Fine, I won’t go. Then you shouldn’t go either.”

She spoke lightly, but Jiang Xiaotian felt the temperature rising around him—a prelude to Ling'er’s temper.

“Alright, alright! I’ll take you! I’ll take you!” He finally gave in.

“Hmph!” Ling'er flashed a triumphant smile and happily picked out her clothes.

She didn’t really understand why she wanted to go, but she was straightforward—she just wanted to be with Jiang Xiaotian, happy and content.

Two days flew by quickly. In the end, they agreed Ling'er would be Jiang Xiaotian’s girlfriend—otherwise, there was no way to explain bringing her home.

With her along, Jiang Xiaotian couldn’t take the bus, so he had to drive himself.

He dressed in new clothes, got in his little sports car, took the beauty with him, and headed home.

He wondered if his uncle was doing well.

And he had no idea what trouble his cousin would give him this time...