Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1591 - 1791: Xie Qianqian Has Something to Say!

The night passed by quite peacefully. To avoid Xie Qianqian's revenge, Hao Jian stayed in bed without answering the door and eventually fell asleep. Xie Qianqian had been banging on the door, but when there was no response from inside and Hao Jian didn't talk to her, she got bored, her anger dissipated somewhat, and she simply lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
So, the night quietly slipped away in tranquility.
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Hua City.
The Prophet held a cup of tea and gazed at the moon on the horizon. While Hao Jian's America was experiencing a storm, Hua City was calm, with no wind, rain, or lightning.
The Prophet held his tea and looked outside. Despite the peaceful scene, his face was serious, contemplating something unknown.
Then, he placed the teacup on the table and walked out, hands behind his back, gazing at the moon and sighing helplessly. He used the Art of Deduction to perform a calculation for Hao Jian once again.
"Sigh! I didn't expect that boy Hao Jian to escape the disaster this time. But escaping this disaster might not be a good thing. The trials he faces afterward are even greater. I don't know if that boy can be lucky enough to dodge this one. Sigh!"
The Prophet calculated silently with his fingers, muttering to himself, his thoughts with Hao Jian, who was far away in a foreign land. He sighed helplessly, knowing the outcome but unable to inform Hao Jian because it would only bring harm without benefit. So, he just sighed silently, wondering what fate had in store for Hao Jian.
He returned to his place, picked up the teacup again, took a small sip, and sighed helplessly a few more times.
That night, he did not sleep.
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America. Carls Hotel.
Early the next morning, at the break of dawn, Hao Jian opened his eyes. The five-star hotel lived up to its name, and the presidential suite was worthy of its title. The service, details, and guest experience were exquisitely detailed and perfect. Even though he was in an independent bedroom, it also had an independent bathroom and toilet. The key was that through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the beautiful scenery outside, instantly lifting his mood for the day.
Hao Jian sat up and stretched lazily, then gazed out the window. The scenery, though beautiful, held little attraction for him, having seen many of the world's most breathtaking landscapes. Still, a glance early in the morning was enough to lift his spirits.
Hao Jian then got dressed, got up, and after washing up, stretched on the balcony, doing some warm-up exercises to activate his whole body.
Today, he was in a good mood. Without the constant burden of the Four Alliances, he was unusually cheerful, as if everything he did brought him joy. Last night's sleep was, quite possibly, the most comfortable he'd had in a long time.
After stretching his body and mind a bit, Hao Jian suddenly recalled an issue. Xie Qianqian had been outside the door last night. He wasn't sure if she was still outside, but after a night's time, her temper must have cooled down a lot.
Time can resolve many things, including last night's incident. Hao Jian smiled and opened the door.
Unexpectedly, the first thing he saw was Xie Qianqian sleeping on the sofa. She truly was relentless. Not going back to sleep at night, insisting on staying here, left Hao Jian a bit helpless. But seeing her asleep without a blanket, with the air conditioning blowing cold air on her, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern.
Hao Jian, always cherishing delicate flowers, couldn't stand to see such a sight. How could he let such a delicate flower from his homeland suffer through a night of cold air without a blanket and possibly catch a cold? That would be an unforgivable sin against nature.
So, he walked over and turned up the air conditioning temperature to a level comfortable for the human body—not too cold, not too hot. Then, he went into the room, got a big blanket, and covered Xie Qianqian with it.
From above, Xie Qianqian looked so peacefully asleep. Her allure was undeniable; even her sleeping posture was enticing. And now, early in the morning, Hao Jian had just woken up, and like any man, he couldn't help but have certain reactions upon seeing such a scene.
But a thought was just a thought. Hao Jian had no daring intentions. He was a gentleman, after all. A gentleman stands dignified, while a petty person worries constantly. As a gentleman, how could he take advantage of someone in a vulnerable position? At most, he'd just take a glance and indulge his eyes a little.
Just as the blanket was being laid over Xie Qianqian, this girl suddenly woke up and opened her eyes wide, staring intently at Hao Jian. Although still sleepy, her eyes were particularly bright as she stared at Hao Jian, then suddenly got up, grabbed a pillow around her, and threw it at Hao Jian.
"You're quite something, didn't you say you wouldn't come out!" Xie Qianqian said in a huffy tone.
Hao Jian shrugged helplessly. Although he had just been hit with a pillow early in the morning, it felt more like a soft punch on his chest, not painful at all, but rather exceptionally delightful.
Despite thinking this way, Hao Jian never missed a chance to retort. He said, "Good intentions are treated like a donkey's liver. I saw you sleeping on the sofa and was afraid you'd catch a chill, so I specially brought a blanket to cover you. Just as it was laid down, you launched a vicious attack on me."
Hao Jian's tone was full of grievance; calling being hit by a pillow a vicious attack was quite an exaggeration indeed.
Xie Qianqian looked down and saw that what Hao Jian said was true; he had indeed covered her with a blanket. Her anger subsided a bit, but the thought of what Hao Jian did last night made her furious again, and she grabbed another pillow to throw at Hao Jian.
At first, Hao Jian acted unafraid, ready to face any pillow thrown his way. But then, he suddenly saw Xie Qianqian grab the big fruit knife from last night, and his face turned pale with fright.
Immediately, he pleaded, "No, no... my dear lady, I was wrong. I admit fault, isn't that enough? Please, I beg you, spare me!"
A real man knows when to yield; a little grievance is nothing. Know that enduring hardship is the only way to emerge victorious. Hao Jian thought to himself.
After a night's sleep, Xie Qianqian's anger had mostly subsided. Thinking about how Hao Jian covered her with a blanket out of concern, plus his pleading demeanor, her temper cooled instantly. She put down the fruit knife she had picked up.
Xie Qianqian suddenly looked at Hao Jian and asked, "Do you think I'm really fierce?"
"Fierce! Very fierce! The fiercest woman I've ever seen!" Hao Jian thought.
But he only dared to say this in his mind, not out loud, fearing Xie Qianqian might actually take his life if he did.
So Hao Jian said, "Not fierce, how could you be fierce? Our Miss Qianqian is the gentlest, most considerate, and quietest lady. If anyone dares to say our Qianqian is fierce, I'd cut them down!"
By the end, Hao Jian appeared so indignant that he could easily win an award for acting, surely claiming the title of best actor.
Listening to Hao Jian's words, although she knew he was just being insincere, Xie Qianqian felt unusually warm and happy inside. Ever since she could remember, she had been an orphan, taken in and brought up by Murder God in the Murder God Organization, experiencing only cold-bloodedness and violence. No one had ever shown her warmth.
So when she heard Hao Jian say such things, her heart warmed up immensely.
Thinking back to her past years in the Murder God Organization, even though she ranked first on the Assassin's List, as an assassin, she only faced death, blood, and darkness, devoid of a glamorous identity or the ability to live like a normal person, dealing only with training, assignments, and killing day after day.
Later, she met Hao Jian. She originally took on a mission to kill him, but unexpectedly, he protected her, and she escaped the Murder God Organization without a second thought. Even if Murder God wanted to trouble her, they were powerless, which gave her great solace. Before meeting Hao Jian, these were things she dared not even dream of, yet now they had all become reality, making her feel like she was dreaming during the daytime.
On the surface, she acted as if she disliked Hao Jian, but deep down, she respected him greatly. However, she couldn't quite figure out her feelings towards Hao Jian now. There was gratitude, dislike, and even a little unexpected emotion mixed in, an emotion she couldn't clarify but was clearly there. She wondered if this meant she was falling for Hao Jian.
This thought had crossed her mind, but she couldn't say for sure. After all, she had only known coldness and bloodshed. Despite being in her youth, her harsh environment deprived her of the romantic experiences typical of young men and women.
She felt lost.
So, she made a decision in her heart. Now that Murder God was dead, at the hands of Hao Jian, no one could threaten her life even without his protection.
Given that, she might as well...