Chapter 1117: Chapter 1117: The Dust Settles Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 The upheaval in the He Family swept across Parma within hours. The rumors everywhere in the city were swiftly dispelled. It turns out that He Chen, who was cursed and insulted by others, was the real Eldest Young Master of the He Family. Meanwhile, those who were close to He Qing, like Huo Mang and Lu Xirui, also received the belated news. Although they were all friends, outsiders indeed should not meddle in the domestic affairs of the He Family. For a long time afterward, Huo Mang constantly thought about what He Qing had said. We are merely Shaoyan’s friends, but He Chen is his life-and-death brother. Emotionally, being differentiated in such a way was admittedly unpleasant. But rationally, Huo Mang knew well that this group of friends in Parma, who never risked their lives for Shaoyan, could not become brothers who shared life and death. The evening of the second day after the destruction of the He Family, someone arrived at the Shang Family Old House seeking an audience with He Chen. At that time, He Chen was sitting in the backyard pavilion, drinking and chatting serenely with Shang Yu. Wei Ang received the notification from the front yard and hurried over to report, “Brother Chen, the He Family’s butler is here.” He Chen bit the cigarette tip, narrowed his eyes, and raised his eyebrows, “What’s the matter?” Wei Ang glanced at Shang Yu, who was sipping wine with lowered eyes, cleared his throat, and said, “He Huatang passed away two hours ago. He says the old man left something for you before he died.” He Chen tapped the cigarette ash and smirked lightly, “Am I short of his little things?” “Definitely not short,” Wei Ang blinked and said tactfully, “I’ll go tell him.” He Chen leaned back on the wicker chair and slowly crossed his legs, his narrow eyes gazing toward the distance beyond the pavilion, lost in thought. Across from him, Shang Yu put down his wine glass, picked up the cigarette box, and cast a glance at He Chen, “When do you plan to return to the South Sea?” “Anytime.” He Chen withdrew his gaze and licked his molars, “You set the time, and I’ll catch a flight on your plane.” The man curved his thin lips into a faint smile, “Then tomorrow.” He Chen shrugged his shoulders and was about to speak when Wei Ang returned, holding a letter in his hand, “Brother Chen, the old butler left, but he said this letter… must be handed to you no matter what.” Seeing this, He Chen lazily stretched out his hand, taking the envelope and pinching it, “Even in death, that old man wants to cause trouble for people, huh?” Wei Ang chuckled awkwardly and stepped back, while Shang Yu lowered his eyes to light a cigarette and murkily reminded, “You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to.” He Chen sucked his cheek, conveniently picking up the lighter from the table, “I never thought of him as a father, and he never saw me as a son, there’s really no need to read it.” Even though He Huatang was immensely foolish, He Chen never hated him. Because from a young age, the fatherly love he needed and felt all came from Shang Zonghai. As soon as the words fell, the lighter’s flame leapt out, instantly igniting the corner of the envelope. From the moment He Chen walked out of the He Family’s doors, he had no further ties with the He Family. That letter, in an instant, turned into ashes, symbolizing that everything was settled. At ten o’clock the next morning, He Chen and others prepared to depart for the South Sea. Zong Zhan was among them, while Jin Rong and Feng Yi, due to different flight routes, had left the night before. At the airport business tarmac, Zong Zhan glanced sideways at He Chen, then turned his head to look at Shang Yu, sighing in exasperation, “Was he always this ostentatious when dating?” All the way here, He Xiaosi was either embracing Yin Mo intimately or hugging her waist and pulling her into his arms, every move akin to someone who’s never seen a woman before. Shang Yu nonchalantly curved his thin lips, “You could ask him.” Zong Zhan gave an annoyed sniff, unwilling to speak more. Before long, the group came under the stairway, and He Chen, walking last with his arm over Yin Mo’s shoulder, lowered his head slightly, whispering unknown flirtations. Their backs seemed particularly well matched, yet a small episode was unfolding beyond the perimeter of the tarmac. Cheng Li somehow learned about He Chen’s departure and was at the perimeter calling He Chen persistently. The tarmac was spacious and windy; Yin Mo heard her shout first. She stepped onto the stairway, glancing over her shoulder. Nearly a hundred meters away, in the depths of the lawn, Cheng Li was pushing aside airport personnel, desperately trying to run toward them. “Darling, could you respond?” He Chen was still whispering softly beside her ear, Yin Mo nudged him, gesturing toward the distance. Cheng Li’s facial wounds had not fully healed, and she appeared rather haggard, running frantically toward He Chen. She heard, she knew everything. The man she once pushed away was not only the Eldest Young Master of the He Family but also the adopted son of the Head of Shang Family. With such a standing, in all of Parma, only Shang Shaoyan could compare. Cheng Li regretted it and decided to take a chance. After all, he once loved her so much; if she humbled herself, perhaps they could reunite. At this moment, under He Chen’s discreet instruction, the airport personnel pursuing Cheng Li quietly halted. The adopted son of the Shang Family, He Wuwei, was now known throughout Parma. Quickly, Cheng Li reached He Chen, her injured face having lost its former brilliance, was exhausted and aged. She reached out tearfully, trying to grab He Chen’s arm, “Ah Chen…” But before her fingertips touched the man’s clothes, an arm inserted sideways, directly sweeping her hand away, “Speak directly, don’t touch him.” Cheng Li shot a hateful glance at Yin Mo, then looked back at He Chen, her expression immediately turning exceedingly bitter, “Ah Chen, can we talk privately? I have something to say to you…” “Say you’ll love me, say you can’t live without me, say you’ve finally realized the man you love most is me?” He Chen put one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around Yin Mo, sarcastically ridiculing, “Is that the crap you wanna tell me?” Cheng Li was stunned, how did he know? He Chen scanned her with a half-smile, bluntly sarcastic, “Cheng Li, a woman can be shameless, but not debased, understand?” Repeatedly showing off in front of me, and you don’t even consider how filthy you are, have some dignity.” Humiliated , Cheng Li’s breath quickened, “Ah Chen, you can’t talk to me like that!” “Not just talk, I can hit you too, wanna try?” Yin Mo watched He Chen and Cheng Li as if she were an outsider. After a moment, she sighed wearily, “Miss Cheng, a person should have a sense of shame and self-awareness.” Cheng Li immediately retorted sarcastically, “Yin Mo, spare me the cold words, even if you can stand by Ah Chen now, who can guarantee the future?” Yin Mo casually replied, “Even if it’s not me in the future, it will never be you. He Chen never touches women who’ve been touched by others, and you…” The words need not be spoken plainly; everyone understood. He Chen indeed had played with many women, but Yin Mo’s research showed that those women were all first-timers. Sometimes, destroying a person’s belief could need just one sentence.