My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 58

Xiao Yi froze. This “Young Master Meng” knows me?

The group walked over.

“Yi-ge, it’s me—Meng Xu! I used to hang with Liu Xing, Young Master Liu!” Meng Xu blurted out urgently.

“Meng Xu? The heir to the Meng Group?” The mention of Liu Xing jogged Xiao Yi’s memory.

Before joining the military, Xiao Yi had been a rebellious troublemaker. But his fierce loyalty made him the de facto leader of Yanjing’s young elite.

Of course, the real reason was his background—the Xiao Family, and the Old Master Xiao himself.

Liu Xing was another “red third-generation” heir who’d once followed Xiao Yi. Vaguely, Xiao Yi recalled Liu Xing’s entourage included a Meng Xu, the scion of Yanjing’s Meng Group.

“That’s me! Yi-ge, it’s really me! Save me!” Meng Xu was ecstatic.

Hell yeah! With Xiao Yi here, I’m saved.

He knew Xiao Yi’s reputation—loyal to a fault. Even if Meng Xu had only been a peripheral lackey, Xiao Yi wouldn’t abandon him now.

If Xiao Yi stepped in, this nightmare would be over.

Who was Xiao Yi? The undisputed top dog of Yanjing’s younger generation.

A single word from him could sway everyone from political princelings to street thugs.

And after two years in the military—rumored to have blood on his hands—he was even more ruthless now.

No way this punk would dare defy Xiao Yi.

Sure enough, Meng Xu’s gamble paid off.

Xiao Yi, ever sentimental, stepped forward to mediate.

“Hai-ge, let him go. He’s an old acquaintance,” Xiao Yi said to Lin Hai.

Meng Xu swelled with pride. Hear that? Yi-ge just called me “brother.” People would kill for that kind of recognition!

…Wait. Hold up.

Meng Xu’s brain screeched to a halt.

What did Yi-ge just call this guy?

“Hai-ge”? Since when did Xiao Yi address anyone as “ge“?

Meng Xu’s mind short-circuited.

“Since A-Yi asked, scram.” Lin Hai tossed Meng Xu aside like garbage.

Thud! Meng Xu landed hard on his backside.

Scrambling up, he gaped at Lin Hai, speechless.

Yi-ge calls him “Hai-ge,” and he calls Yi-ge “A-Yi”?

Holy shit. The power dynamic was clear—Xiao Yi was deferring to this guy.

What kind of monster is he?

Then it hit him—a terrifying realization.

No freaking way…

It had to be him. Who else in China could make Xiao Yi willingly take a subordinate role?

Instantly, Meng Xu’s demeanor flipped. He scurried to Lin Hai like an eager puppy.

“Ah, Hai-ge, right? My deepest apologies for earlier! Please, don’t hold it against a nobody like me.”

Lin Hai raised an eyebrow. This guy’s adaptable.

Meng Xu whipped out a matte-black card, presenting it with both hands.

“Hai-ge, this club’s part of the Meng Group. Tonight’s on me. This is our VIP Diamond Card—unlimited access to all Meng properties nationwide. A small token of respect.”

What’s with the sudden bootlicking?

Eh, freebies are freebies.

“Thanks, Young Master Meng,” Lin Hai said, taking the card.

“Aiya, don’t call me that—it’s too formal! Just ‘Little Meng’ is fine!”

Damn. This guy’s groveling. Lin Hai almost felt awkward.

“Hai-ge, let me arrange another private room. Since Yi-ge’s here too, and we haven’t met in years—how about drinks till dawn?”

This guy’s shamelessly slick.

But at the word “drinks,” Xiao Yi and the others paled.

Never in their lives had they feared alcohol… until today.

“Little Meng, skip the drinks. Another time,” Lin Hai said.

“Hai-ge, it’s getting late. Should we head back?” Xiao Yi suggested.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Lin Hai had no desire to relive the bladder-torture experience.

As they turned to leave, Zhao Ying spoke up.

“Um… Hai-ge? Thank you.”

“No problem,” Lin Hai tossed over his shoulder without a glance.

“…Oh.” Zhao Ying blinked.

As a star, men usually fell over themselves to impress her. Yet this guy hadn’t even looked at her.

Then—

“Ah, one more thing.” Lin Hai paused.

Zhao Ying’s heart skipped. Is he asking for my number?

…Would I give it?

Her cheeks warmed. She already knew the answer.

“Little Meng, since she’s not interested, stop bothering her.”

With that, Lin Hai walked off.

Zhao Ying’s brief excitement crashed. An inexplicable frustration bubbled up.

…

“Hai-ge, you’re returning to Jiangnan tomorrow?” Xiao Yi asked as they walked.

“Yep, first thing.”

Nearby, Zhao Ying—previously sulking—perked up.

She pulled out her phone and dialed her manager.

“Hong-jie, change of plans. Tell Jiangnan’s organizers I’ll judge next month’s Youth Singing Competition.”

The Next Day:

After a night at the Xiao family’s courtyard, Lin Hai bid farewell to Old Master Xiao. Xiao Yi’s team had an early mission, so Xiao Qian drove Lin Hai to the station.

Their time together had left her intensely curious about him—a healer, a fighter, a fearless drinker. What kind of man was he?

Strangely, she found herself more self-conscious around him, fussing over her appearance.

“Xiao Qian, visit Jiangnan sometime. Hai-ge’ll show you around.”

“Mn. I’ll definitely come.”

As the train pulled away, a hollow ache settled in Xiao Qian’s chest.

For the first time, she wanted to chase after someone.

On the Train:

Lin Hai checked the Celestial Trade Group chat. Still no damn Taishang Laojun.

No old man, no red packets.

He texted Liu Xinyue:
“On the train. Arriving tonight.”

Her reply was terse: “Ok.” No mood readable.

…

Perched atop the luggage rack, Chu Lin’er swung her legs petulantly, pouting.

“Hmph! That jerk… how dare he touch me there!”

“And Father’s worse! Insisting he’s some ‘blessed one’ I must investigate. Ugh!”

“Whatever. Back to Jiangnan first. Next time I see him, he’s dead.”

“…Though this ‘train’ thing is fascinating. No magic, yet it moves. Just so slow…”

As Lin Hai exited the platform, a pair of eyes glinted with malice in the shadows.

“So. It’s him.”