105: Walk forward

"Sun Binghe!" Yang Bin shouted.

But Sun Binghe had already strode forward and, before anyone could react, jumped steadily onto the jet ski.

"Binghe," Chu Yilan said in a low voice.

Sun Binghe gripped the handle and pushed it forward gently.

He was hesitating.

But in the next second, Chu Yilan said, "Up to you."

Inner demons are things only one knows for themselves.

"You dare?!" Jin Lei saw through Sun Binghe's intention and shouted provocatively, accompanied by profanities and another "little bastard." Responding to him was Sun Binghe's jet ski suddenly swerving around and heading straight for him!

The distance of over ten meters could be closed in the blink of an eye.

Jin Lei's eyes widened. In the next second, he stumbled and was caught by his subordinates; it turned out his men had realized things were going south and the yacht had also sped away.

While Jin Lei was still struggling to steady himself, the roar of the engine exploded in his ears like the beating of drums. He suddenly looked up and saw Sun Binghe leaning low, half his face hidden by the windshield, the wild wind blowing his hair back to reveal a smooth forehead and eyes full of chill.

Jin Lei finally realized that Sun Binghe was serious.

Just as Sun Binghe had promised Chu Yilan, he would keep Jin Lei in Qudu, no matter the means.

To Shen Lian and the others, on the vast water illuminated by the distant lighthouse, Sun Binghe was tailing closely. But this couldn't force Jin Lei to stop. A collision? He would have to bear the same risk himself.

And since the engines of the yacht and the jet ski were facing each other, if Sun Binghe made a single operational error, falling in would mean being ground into mincemeat.

"I'm going to beat him to death," Yang Bin murmured, his hands and feet cold from watching. "I'm going to beat him to death."

Right then, Sun Binghe crouched and stood up.

Everyone: "???"

Shen Lian's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but shout, "Stop!"

Sun Binghe slowly bent his knees in a preparatory stance. At the same time, he pushed the handle to its limit with both hands. Just as everyone expected, when the two engines collided and ground together, a massive spray of white foam erupted on the water's surface. The jet ski couldn't withstand the impact at all, and without anyone to control it, it quickly tilted to one side. It was at that exact moment that Sun Binghe leaped into the air.

Everything seemed to stand still. The muscles in Sun Binghe's legs were taut, defining clear lines against his suit trousers. With the waves surrounding him, he was but a mayfly that seemed like it could be swallowed by the dark sea at any moment, yet Sun Binghe's eyes were filled with ultimate calm.

Actually, he wasn't like this when Yang Bin first took him in.

Sharp, suspicious, and ill-tempered, the young Sun Binghe used to hide in a corner for half a day at a time.

The first time Chu Yilan saw him in Yang Bin's apartment, he frowned slightly. "Is he usable?"

Yang Bin smiled. "An unexpected find. A very smart kid, just a bit shaken up."

"Can't he walk out of it just because he's shaken up?" Chu Yilan countered.

These words made Sun Binghe tremble slightly, after which he buried his head deeper into his arms.

Back then, Yang Bin was very busy, leaving early and returning late. After a while, Sun Binghe couldn't take it anymore. One night, Yang Bin didn't return until two in the morning, carrying a slice of pizza. As soon as the light was turned on, the pizza was knocked to the floor.

Yang Bin looked at the red-eyed youth before him.

"Are you trying to dump me?" Sun Binghe asked.

Yang Bin said coldly, "When did I ever say I was going to adopt you?"

Sun Binghe was stunned.

"You're eighteen," Yang Bin continued. "Adopt my ass! I don't play house with kids. As you can see, I'm busy."

After saying that, Yang Bin ignored Sun Binghe and sat on the sofa, opening his laptop to start working.

It was a long time before Sun Binghe turned around blankly.

He watched Yang Bin, dressed in a suit and meticulously groomed, with clear fatigue in the corners of his eyes, yet his attitude while typing away was sharp and focused. There were no comforts and no hugs. Cut from the same cloth, both Chu Yilan and Yang Bin had won their lives through their own efforts, so naturally, they wouldn't give Sun Binghe anything softer. What they could do was teach by example: stop, and you're out.

Move forward; perhaps there's a way out.

Move forward... When those words surfaced in Sun Binghe's mind, the weight that had pressed on his shoulders for years suddenly vanished.

And so, a sensitive and suspicious poor soul grew into the capable Special Assistant Sun of today. Sun Binghe no longer lost control of his emotions easily. He maximized the use of everything the outside world provided, and by standing on the conditions provided by Chu Yilan and Yang Bin, he finally became omnipotent.

So Sun Binghe wasn't fragile, nor was he unable to get over that hurdle; he simply disliked it when someone called him a "little bastard."

If he's unhappy, he'll mess you up. Otherwise, what was the point of getting this far?

Everyone said Special Assistant Sun was steady, but Sun Binghe's temper could flare up in an instant.

Now, in Jin Lei's suddenly wide eyes, Sun Binghe's figure became clearer and clearer.

The jet ski was hit and flipped over with a crash, instantly submerged in a mass of bubbles. The small yacht lurched forward with a sudden surge of speed. The man beside Jin Lei lost his balance and fell into the water. In the next second, Sun Binghe grabbed Jin Lei by the throat, the powerful impact slamming them both against the control console.

Everything happened in a flash again. Sun Binghe used Jin Lei as a cushion and remained conscious. Before Jin Lei could recover, he grabbed the man's thinning hair and slammed his head against the console repeatedly.

This was Jin Lei's first time being a "human sandbag," and he finally got to experience the taste of being brutalized.

"Come on, tell me now." Sun Binghe panted, leaning close to Jin Lei's ear. "Who's the bastard?"

Jin Lei's lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he was immediately slammed against the console again by Sun Binghe.

The two men driving the yacht rushed over. Sun Binghe dodged in time and managed to trade a few blows, but after taking a real kick to the chest, Special Assistant Sun didn't hesitate to turn and dive into the sea.

The engine was trashed; Jin Lei couldn't escape.

"Where are the people?! Is the person in charge here so poor that they only have a few broken jet skis left? How much money did I give them? Huh?!" Yang Bin was fuming with rage.

On the pitch-black sea, Sun Binghe vanished after jumping in.

Yang Bin turned around, and Chu Yilan paused. "Swimming is Binghe's forte."

"It certainly is," Shen Lian said, jogging forward. "He's really bold!"

Like a fish, Sun Binghe surfaced and submerged, covering over ten meters in seconds before surfacing to breathe, repeating the process.

Grabbing the rope Shen Lian threw out, Sun Binghe lost his last bit of strength and was dragged ashore by them.

A ringing sound filled Sun Binghe's ears, and he could vaguely see many people surrounding him. This was a physical reaction to exhaustion, but it didn't affect his accurate judgment.

Sun Binghe tremulously extended a finger. "I'm a hero. If anyone dares to lay a finger on me, I'll make sure they spend the next six months sleeping with their eyes taking turns on guard duty."

Yang Bin, who had just raised his palm: "..."