Han Mo approached step by step, stopping half a pace away from Bai Han. He said lightly, "You said before that the current you is no longer Han Luo, but just Bai Han. Then the current me is just an ordinary doctor, Han Mo, no different from you. You provoked me, and I don't mind. But if you dare to harm Xi'er, I will make you truly understand how many layers hell has."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Bai Han watched Han Mo's tall back, his smile fading slightly. "Your temper and disposition haven't changed a bit, you've just learned to disguise yourself. It seems quite troublesome!"
With that, he also turned and walked in another direction.
As the night deepened, Han Mo stood on the balcony looking at the pitch-black sky, a sense of unease filling his heart.
He had never thought before that he could truly stand by Bai Xi's side. But now that he had her permission and was by her side, he greedily wished he could never leave.
That Bai Han was Han Luo was something he had outwardly appeared indifferent to, but inwardly he was uneasy.
Before he did anything, he couldn't move him in the slightest. However, the fact that he repeatedly tried to sow discord between Xi'er and him in the guise of an elder brother was something he couldn't let go of.
In his previous life, Xi'er liked him and listened to him obediently.
In this life, although Xi'er was more independent, he couldn't completely ignore his existence.
He needed to… make Xi'er like him more. Only then would she be reluctant to let him go.
Thinking of this, he took out his phone and made a call.
The call was answered, and a cold, deep voice came from the other end: "Who are you? Why do you have my number?"
Han Mo said lightly, "It's me."
The person on the other end was slightly stunned, then immediately reacted, his voice suddenly becoming agitated: "King, why is it you? Is this the number you're using now? Have you changed your mind and want to come back?"
Han Mo said lightly, "I have something I want to ask you."
When the man heard this, he immediately became serious. "King, please ask anything. Your subordinate will tell you everything without reservation!"
Han Mo looked at the dark sky and said faintly, "I heard before that among the eight leaders, your romantic life was the most colorful."
As soon as he said this, the person on the other side was clearly startled. Even the sound of his breathing stopped for at least a minute. A minute later, a "thump" came from the other end, followed by a trembling explanation: "King, I, I, I... Although I like to change girlfriends, I have never allowed these matters to interfere with my duties, nor have I done anything wicked..."
Han Mo couldn't help but frown. "I don't mean to hold you accountable."
The person on the other side breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "King, from now on, I will prioritize my duties over my personal life and will never let them interfere. I am willing to risk my vitality and life for King, I am willing to..."
Han Mo, listening to the conversation stray further and further, finally lost patience. "Stop!"
The person on the other end immediately fell silent like a frightened mouse.
Han Mo said lightly, "I'm not looking for you about work today. I simply want to ask you, how can a woman see you in a new light, and even... fall deeply in love with you, becoming unwavering."
After he finished speaking, the other side became as quiet as a graveyard, not even daring to breathe.
Han Mo frowned and brought the phone to his face, checking if the call was still connected and hadn't been dropped. "Can you hear what I'm saying?"
The person on the other end finally reacted. "Ah, ah, ah... Yes, yes, yes... Your subordinate can hear you."
King's speech was always a bit literary, his wording more like that of an ancient person. Everyone said it was because King was very cultured and liked ancient styles.
Looking at it now, it really seemed so.
It was just that King had never been interested in women before. Why was he inexplicably asking about women? Could it be... he was staying here because of a woman?
If that were the case, perhaps when King returned, he would bring the Queen with him. That was truly exciting news.
However, putting aside everything else, King's face alone was a powerful weapon for "seducing" women. Over the years, countless women had thrown themselves at him, forcing King to wear a mask out of necessity.
But even so, there were still many women who sought him out.
Did he still have to go to such lengths for that woman? Was she a goddess descended to earth?
Seeing that he had replied but offered no constructive suggestions, Han Mo frowned slightly. "Contact me when you've thought of something."
With that, he was about to hang up the phone.
The man on the other end was slightly stunned and immediately said, "I've thought of something!"
Han Mo then stopped his hand, which was about to hang up.
The person on the other end said, "Well, King, girls like heroes. King could hire someone to stage a 'hero saving a beauty' scenario. At least nine out of ten girls would be captivated by you."
Han Mo raised an eyebrow. "No."
As soon as he said this, the person on the other end was slightly surprised. "King, you haven't tried it, so why do you know it won't work?"
Han Mo said lightly, "I can't find anyone who can cooperate with me in acting."
The person on the other end was stunned and asked incomprehensibly, "Why?"
Han Mo said faintly, "You don't need to know."
Ordinary people could not even get close to Xi'er. Even the person he was calling now might not be able to do it. Moreover, if he really found someone so capable to "provoke" her, how could he, a doctor, save her?
At that time, with her intelligence, if she investigated further into the outer realms, she would likely consider it a great conspiracy, and his "cover" would be blown.
This idea was not feasible.
The person on the other end's expression changed slightly. "..."
Why wouldn't it work? Many of the women who fell for him were those he had saved when he "saw injustice and intervened." They were "devoted" to him!
How come it wouldn't work for King?
But how could he refute King?
So he proposed again, "Then, giving gifts. Women like expensive gifts. King can give them beautiful shoes, bags, clothes, even sports cars and villas. No girl can resist that."
Han Mo said lightly, "No."
The person on the other end was even more confused. "Why?"
Han Mo said faintly, "She can buy anything she wants herself."
The man on the other end: "...Then buy her something she can't afford herself. If you lack money, I'll transfer it to you right now."
King had not taken his assets when he left, only his created identity and all related information and corresponding assets.
Han Mo said faintly, "Don't you have any other methods?"
The wealth Xi'er currently possessed could buy her everything she liked. If one insisted on things she couldn't afford, it was likely those things weren't for sale.
The person on the other end heard this and was helpless. "Then there's one more way, and that's romance! For example, creating a rose garden for her, carving her name on each rose. Arranging candles into a large heart shape and confessing your love to her in public. Or else, booking out an entire movie theater and showing your sweet memories at the end..."
Han Mo frowned slightly as he listened. "..."
As far as he knew, both in his past and present life, Xi'er did not like flowers.
Confessing your love in public with candles arranged in a heart shape—was that trying to move her, or was it coercing her to like him with everyone watching?
Booking a movie theater and showing sweet memories... First of all, regardless of whether Xi'er liked watching movies, the two of them had only just reached an agreement to become partners, and they didn't even have a single photo together. What memories could they show?
The person on the other end finished listing many romantic gestures he could think of, expecting King to praise him, but unfortunately... Han Mo said faintly, "Forget it, you're not much better than that."
With that, he was about to hang up again.
The man on the other end felt his pride severely wounded. "King, wait, I have one last trick."
Han Mo raised an eyebrow. "Speak."
The person on the other end said, "Your status is elevated by your son!"