Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

Chapter 548 Warm Daily Life with Qiu Ti

Qiu Ti was wearing a beige loungewear outfit today, her hair tied up in a simple bun. She was bending over to ladle soup, her movements as gentle as a pool of water.

"Why aren't the lights on?" Ye Haoxuan asked softly.

Qiu Ti was startled. She turned around and saw it was him. Her eyes instantly lit up with a smile. She quickly walked over and took his hand.

"Why are you here? I thought you were busy at headquarters until late." Her hands were warm, wrapped around his slightly cool palms.

"I finished taking care of things here, so I came to see you." Ye Haoxuan looked at her, his gaze gentle. "Haven't you eaten?"

"I've been waiting for you. After I called you, I had a feeling you'd come tonight." Qiu Ti pulled him to the dining table, turned on the light, and sat down. On the table were two dishes and a soup: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised pork, and a bowl of vegetable and tofu soup, all of which were his favorites.

"I know you were fighting today and probably didn't eat well, so I specially saved some food for you. I'll go heat it up."

Ye Haoxuan pulled her back and pressed her into a chair: "No need, just eat it like this, it won't get cold."

He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. The soft and tender meat spread on his tongue, carrying the taste of home—this was the taste he craved most amidst the clash of swords and shadows.

Qiu Ti watched him eat, her eyes filled with heartache. She reached out and gently brushed away a faint scratch on his cheek—it was from a bullet grazing him when he fought with Jiang Tianyang's men earlier that day.

"You're injured again," she said softly.

Ye Haoxuan put down his chopsticks, took her hand, and smiled: "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

"What do you mean it's nothing?" Qiu Ti shook off his hand, got up and went to the bedroom to get the first-aid kit. When she came back, she was holding iodine and cotton swabs. "Sit down, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Her movements were very gentle, carefully avoiding the wound. When the iodine was applied, Ye Haoxuan didn't flinch, but just looked at her serious profile. Her eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under her eyes.

"Has the matter with Wo Luen Shing been resolved?" Qiu Ti asked softly while applying the medicine.

She never asked him about matters of the underworld, but today, after hearing from the downstairs neighbor that Hung Hing was fighting with Wo Luen Shing, she was on tenterhooks.

"Yes, it's resolved." Ye Haoxuan grasped her wrist. "Don't worry, I promised you I would protect myself."

Qiu Ti nodded, said nothing more, finished applying the medicine, threw the cotton swab into the trash can, and handed him the soup.

"Have some soup to nourish your body."

Ye Haoxuan took the soup and sipped it. The room was quiet, with only the soft sounds of the two eating.

The evening breeze blew in through the gauze curtains, carrying the scent of magnolia and dispelling the smell of gunpowder on him.

He suddenly felt that this kind of life was really good. There was no fighting or killing, no deceit or treachery, just a lamp, a person, and a table of hot dishes.

After finishing his meal, Ye Haoxuan took the initiative to clear the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash them.

Qiu Ti leaned against the doorway, watching his clumsy yet earnest demeanor, and couldn't help but laugh—this man, who was feared in the underworld of Hong Kong, was like a novice in the kitchen, even putting in too much dish soap, leaving his hands covered in foam.

"Let me do it, you can't wash it properly." Qiu Ti walked over and took the bowl from his hands.

Ye Haoxuan didn't let go, but gently hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and deep:

"Qiu Ti, once the martial world is stable, I will live a peaceful life with you and never fight again."

"By the way, let's move in a few days. I bought you a villa."

Qiu Ti's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, took his hand in her own, and softly hummed in agreement.

She didn't ask him to give up everything, she only asked that he come back safely every time—that would be enough.

As night deepened, the bedroom lights gradually dimmed.

The Hung Hing brothers were still guarding their territory, the leader of the Wo Luen Shing gang was so angry in his office that he smashed a cup, and the remnants of Chiang Tin Yeung's forces were stirring in the shadows. But in this small room, there was only the sound of each other's breathing, gentle enough to melt away all the hostility.

Ye Haoxuan held Qiu Ti in his arms, feeling completely at ease.

He knew that the turmoil in Hong Kong's underworld was far from over, but as long as she was there, he had both a weakness and the strongest armor.

Qiu Ti woke up once in the middle of the night, half asleep. The moonlight outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on Ye Haoxuan's profile.

He was sleeping soundly, but his brows were slightly furrowed, probably because the fighting and scheming of the day were still weighing on his mind.

She reached out and gently stroked his face, her fingertips brushing against the stubble on his chin. It felt a little prickly, but also incredibly comforting.

Ye Haoxuan seemed to have been woken up, opening his eyes groggily, his voice hoarse from just waking up:

"what happened?"

He reached out and pulled her closer to him, tucking the blanket around her. "Are you cold?"

"No." Qiu Ti snuggled closer to him, her voice as soft as a feather. "I just saw that you weren't sleeping soundly."

Ye Haoxuan chuckled softly, his chin brushing against the top of her head, carrying a faint scent of shampoo.

"With you here, I feel at ease."

After speaking, he closed his eyes again, his breathing gradually became even, and this time his brows completely relaxed.

Qiu Ti listened to his steady heartbeat and slowly fell asleep, sleeping soundly through the night.

Just as dawn was breaking, Qiu Ti woke up, while Ye Haoxuan was still asleep.

She carefully moved his arm away, tiptoed out of bed, and was afraid of waking him.

On the coffee table in the living room was the first-aid kit that hadn't been tidied up last night. She went over and put away the iodine and cotton swabs. Then she picked up the outfit that Ye Haoxuan had changed out of, which was covered in dust and smelled of gunpowder, and soaked it in the laundry tub.

The water was a bit cold, so she poured in some hot water and scrubbed the stains off her clothes, her fingertips brushing against the abrasion marks on the fabric—marks left from years of fighting.

She moved even more gently, afraid of damaging him, but her heart ached. He always left his glamour and strength to the world, hiding his fatigue and wounds behind his back.

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Ye Haoxuan's voice came from the doorway. Qiu Ti turned around and saw him wearing a loose shirt, his hair a little messy, but his eyes were very clear, obviously he had been awake for a while. "You're awake?" Qiu Ti wiped her hands. "I thought you had to go to headquarters today, so I got up early to make breakfast."

Ye Haoxuan walked over, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "Don't bother, I'll just eat something, you go back to sleep."

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy." Qiu Ti patted his hand. "There's porridge simmering in the pot, and I'll fry two eggs. Go wash up, I've put your toothbrush out for you."

Ye Haoxuan responded, released her, and turned to walk into the bathroom.

Qiu Ti looked at his back and couldn't help but laugh—this big shot who commanded respect in the martial arts world, even had to be taken care of by her when it came to washing up.

Breakfast was simple: white porridge, fried egg, and a small dish of pickled vegetables.

Ye Haoxuan ate very slowly. Qiu Ti sat opposite him, occasionally adding some porridge to his bowl and reminding him, "Eat slowly, no one is going to take it from you."

She knew he was impatient and did everything in a rush; only with her could he slow down.

"Han Bin will probably be keeping an eye on Wo Luen Shing. I'll go to headquarters this morning to check on Chiang Tin Yeung's situation and then make arrangements for Tung Sing." Ye Haoxuan put down his chopsticks, picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, and spoke in a very soft tone, as if he were reporting his daily life to her rather than discussing the conflicts in the underworld.

Qiu Ti nodded, got up and packed him in a thermal container with two boiled eggs and a piece of bread inside.

"Don't be so busy at noon that you forget to eat. Take this with you."

She paused, then added, "Don't push yourself too hard, always leave room for maneuver."

"I know." Ye Haoxuan took the insulated food container, reached out and patted her head, his eyes gentle. "I'll come again tonight."

He changed his clothes, walked to the door, and looked back one last time.

Qiu Ti stood by the dining table, clearing away the dishes. Sunlight fell on her, gilding her with a light gold, making her look exceptionally gentle.

He smiled, gently closed the door, and walked briskly downstairs.

The magnolias downstairs are in full bloom, and the fragrance fills the air when the wind blows.

Ye Haoxuan took out his mobile phone and called Han Bin, his tone regaining some composure: "Brother Bin, is there any news from Wo Luen Shing?"

"Brother Xuan, Scarface got a scolding from their boss after he went back. I heard he contacted Jiang Tianyang's remaining forces in Southeast Asia last night, apparently looking for help to retaliate. But they didn't dare to make any rash moves. I've already had the brothers keep a close eye on the border." Han Bin's voice was steady.

"Hmm, don't panic." Ye Haoxuan leaned against the magnolia tree, a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it. "Ah Hu is keeping an eye on Tung Sing. You focus on guarding the border. If Wo Luen Shing dares to come, teach them a lesson, but don't provoke trouble first. We'll deal with Tung Sing first, and then settle the score with them."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Haoxuan looked up at Qiu Ti's room window. The curtains were drawn, but he could imagine her busy figure.

He stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket, turned and walked towards the Hung Hing headquarters, his steps steady and his heart filled with determination.

The winds of the martial world still blow, and the scheming and strife never cease, but he knows that there is always a light, a person, waiting for him to return.

This gentleness was enough for him to withstand all the dangers and threats.