Love Hate Relationship

Jane Yarrow felt the warmth emanating from her Destiny Jade, her eyes widening as she scanned her surroundings.

This was...

The trail of her destined one.

With a practiced hand, Jane calculated the direction and set off in pursuit.

Before long, she spotted the man standing under a tree.

He was dressed in a black short-sleeved training uniform, with a crew cut of about one or two centimeters, skin a shade darker than wheat, casually holding a cigarette, and glancing at his phone as he walked. His voice was tense and cold as he spoke into the phone: "Damn it, transfer a few people over now."

He brushed past her, and the voice that reached her ears was tight and deep: "I want the city locked down in the shortest time possible, especially places like train stations and bus stations. Find the person at all costs."

Jane waited until the man hung up the phone before stopping him.

But he still looked down impatiently, his thin lips uttering two words: "Move."

"Finally found you," Janes eyes widened as she stretched out her arm to barely grab his sleeve, preventing him from moving further, her cool voice carrying a hint of softness: "My master sent me down the mountain for you, my destined one."

Hank Howe looked down to see a short, stout figure standing in front of him, no more than one meter and sixty-seven centimeters tall, wearing a Taoist robe that looked like it had been picked up from who knows where, washed so many times that the color had long turned gray and white. The wide-brimmed Taoist hat almost covered half her face, making her look dull all over, except for her eyes, which were so clean they could almost see through ones soul.

Not understanding what she was saying, the man raised an eyebrow impatiently: "What do you want?"

"I have something," Jane nodded, looking at him eagerly.

Just as her master had said, there was a scar about two centimeters long on his right eyebrow, slightly darker, complementing his broad eyebrows, high nose bridge, and clear bone structure, a face of great fortune.

"You are my destined husband, and I have come down the mountain specifically to find you. By the way..." Jane flipped her small hand and pulled out a compass, the needle of which was constantly trembling: "I would also like to ask for your birthday and calculate your..."

What destiny or not?

"Insane?" Hank Howe didnt wait for her to finish, cursing impatiently: "I dont have time for you right now. If you want to be sick, turn left at the door and go to the mental hospital, there are plenty of people there to accompany you."

Seeing that he didnt believe her, Janes unpainted but fair and tender face approached him as if to prove something: "Im telling the truth, why dont you believe me? The Howe family is in business, and you are the eldest son of the third generation of the Howe family. You entered the Blade Camp at the age of sixteen and are..."

"It seems youve done your research before approaching me."

Hank Howe sneered, not taking her words to heart at all.

He bit his cigarette and squinted at her: "Then let me tell you straight, Im not interested in you. I like women with slim waists and long legs who are comfortable to hold, not someone like you whos so fat they dont even have a waistline. If youre trying to get close to me for the Howe family, I advise you to give up on that idea."

Jane subconsciously touched her waist.

How could that be possible?

She was the thinnest among her fellow apprentices.

Jane tilted her head, not quite understanding, but smiled and hugged her compass tightly, her tone light: "I just need the birthday, not..."

Once again, before she could finish her sentence, a large hand descended from above, grabbed the back of her neck, and lifted her up.

The distance closed, and she could clearly see the mans chin covered with light stubble, the angles reflecting cold light, even the muscles on his arms were full and exuding a hot temperature.

But the next second...

She was thrown to the side.

As Hank Howe strode away, all Jane could catch was the blue-white smoke.

The compass needle was still trembling.

Jane recalled the height difference between herself and the man, and touched the compass with a wry face: "Little plate, did I say something wrong? Didnt master say he was my destined husband, and he would definitely like me? Then why is he..."

The compass vibrated as if in response.

Jane almost had the urge to go back up the mountain and ask her master for clarification.

Unfortunately, she still had to meet her biological parents...

Jane watched Hank Howe leave, pursed her lips, and reluctantly put away her Destiny Jade.

At this moment, a woman hurried past her, also talking on the phone, looking flustered: "Ive searched the neighborhood three times and cant find the young master. He must have been taken away by traffickers. If I had known... who..."

As she was speaking, a slender and fair hand suddenly touched her shoulder, startling her.

"What are you doing?"

Janes small face stared at her: "Are you looking for someone?"

Her cool voice was like a mountain stream in autumn, calming the housekeeper-like woman slightly: "Yes, my young master has been missing for half an hour." The woman pulled out a picture of the boy and handed it to Jane: "Have you seen him?"

The boy in the photo had thin and gentle eyebrows, a broad and open forehead, and a balanced three-part face, looking like a person with a rich family business and strong support from relatives and siblings, a fortune of blessings.

Unfortunately, there was a major calamity in his life. If he got through it, everything would go smoothly; if not...