Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches Vol. 1 - Chapter 230 - Ten years old

The eerie, almost hypnotic ringtone echoed relentlessly in the suffocating darkness.

Han ShuYi gripped his phone tightly, his mind blank.

He had clearly been calling HuMing—so why was the ringtone coming from sowhere nearby?

And that ringtone… it was unsettling, sending chills straight to his bones.

Han ShuYi’s fingers clenched around the phone, his thoughts racing as a familiar voice surfaced in his mind.

If the ringtone was here… didn’t that an HuMing was here too?

A cold sweat broke out across his back. His eyes locked onto the direction of the sound, his body stiff with tension. Instinctively, he moved closer to YouCheng, placing a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Tsk. Why didn’t I just block your number back then?”

A voice, dripping with disdain, ca from right behind him.

Han ShuYi spun around sharply. From the shadows, a figure erged—the very person he’d been looking for.

HuMing!

With a casual press of his phone, the distant ringtone cut off abruptly.

HuMing’s sudden appearance shattered Han ShuYi’s carefully laid plans. He had intended to set the stage perfectly, to lure HuMing in and crush him. But he never expected HuMing to walk right into the trap on his own.

“How did you find this place?”

“Han ShuYi, why do you always have so many questions every ti we et? Ever thought of using that brain of yours? You expect people to spell everything out for you, and yet you still see yourself as the protagonist? What a joke.”

HuMing’s expression was one of exaggerated disappointnt, as if scolding an unruly child.

His words stung more than Han ShuYi cared to admit.

What Han ShuYi didn’t realize was that HuMing wasn’t just mocking him—he was telling the truth.

HuMing truly found Han ShuYi’s thods pathetic. Instead of relying on his own abilities, Han ShuYi constantly sought external leverage. Even if he managed to seize the spotlight, HuMing believed he lacked the charisma to truly be the center of attention.

Han ShuYi’s grip on YouCheng’s shoulder tightened rcilessly, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the boy.

“HuMing, you’d better watch your mouth unless you don’t care about this kid’s life.”

“Ok ok. What do you want to know? Go ahead, ask away. I’ll answer everything today,” HuMing replied lazily, dragging a chair over and sitting down with an air of complete indifference.

Han ShuYi glared at him, his fury barely contained. But beneath the anger was a burning need—he had to know.

“How did you find this place?”

“That’s easy. I tracked YouCheng after he left school, analyzed the route he took, then followed surveillance footage to the point where he disappeared. As for finding this exact spot—well, you couldn’t exactly waltz out of here with YouCheng in plain sight, could you? All I had to do was look for soone pushing an object big enough to hide a person, then factor in your suspicious attempts to avoid caras. Piece of cake. Don’t tell you didn’t think of that.”

Han ShuYi’s face froze, his breath hitching.

It was exactly as HuMing said—he’d smuggled YouCheng here inside a garbage bin.

But he never expected HuMing to catch such a small detail. What was worse, HuMing had found him entirely on his own, without anyone’s help.

That fact alone left Han ShuYi speechless.

But he wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet.

“What about the person behind ? Don’t you want to know where they are?”

“Oh, that. Yeah, I’ll admit I made a mistake there—using you as bait to lure them out. Who knew you’d be so useless? Turns out, they don’t give a damn about you.”

“You want to say that again?!”

Han ShuYi snapped, pulling a knife from his pocket and pointing it at HuMing from a distance—but he didn’t dare take a single step closer.

After all, HuMing had knocked his teeth out the last ti they fought. That brutal reminder of their difference in strength was sothing Han ShuYi couldn’t ignore.

But accepting that he was inferior to HuMing? That was even harder to swallow.

“If it bothers you that much, I’ll stop. But look at you now, Han ShuYi. Where’s the person I used to know? You’ve always seen as a thorn in your side, but I never cared. I knew from the start that everything the Han family had was ant to be yours. So if you think I stole your life, shouldn’t you be blaming the person behind all this? Why waste your ti on ? Is it because you think I’m an easy target?”

YouCheng winced in pain under Han ShuYi’s grip, but he heard every word HuMing said.

Isn’t that exactly what he thought?

He risked a glance at Han ShuYi’s face. Sure enough, the twisted rage was slowly giving way to sothing quieter, more dangerous.

Han ShuYi stared at HuMing, his gaze like a knife trying to carve holes through him.

“You all think I’m crazy, don’t you? Ignoring the real enemy to chase after you?”

HuMing paused.

He’d thought Han ShuYi was on the brink of losing control, spiraling into madness. But here he was, still holding onto a sliver of clarity. It was… interesting.

Han ShuYi didn’t care about HuMing’s reaction. He lowered his eyes to the knife in his hand, staring at his own reflection in the blade.

His eyes were hollow now, stripped of the light they once held. The handso face he was so proud of had been ruined by scars. There was no going back. The life he’d longed for would never co.

“Do you know what it was like? When I left the countryside and arrived in this city, everything amazed . I’d heard stories, but seeing it with my own eyes—I knew I wanted to stay. One day, I went to a supermarket near the villa. I’ll never forget it. A couple walking with their kids, holding hands, laughing. And soone told … that was supposed to be my life. That’s when it started—the jealousy.”

For the first ti, Han ShuYi laid his heart bare in front of the person he hated most.

He hated the one who stole his life.

But he hated HuMing even more.

No matter how things played out, HuMing was the one who had taken what should’ve been his.

“I rember hearing you tell Mom and Dad, ‘I won’t let anyone steal their love from ’. You probably don’t even rember saying that—you were ten. But to , that love was supposed to be mine. You stole it. And for that, I’ll make you pay.”

HuMing listened in silence, his expression unchanged. But deep inside, sothing stirred.

Ten years old.

Back then, Han HuMing had just been a pampered child, while Han ShuYi had already been turned into a pawn.

All that hatred, born from a simple, innocent declaration—a child’s need for love.

HuMing couldn’t fully understand it. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t the one who suffered.

“So… you really think you were ant to be the protagonist, huh?”