Volume One, Chapter Two: The Return

Chu Hanliang has a child?! Qu Pan was stunned, then an overwhelming wave of hatred filled her chest.

If her child were still alive, it would be about the same age as this child. So, Chu Hanliang had a child with another woman but caused the death of her own child.

Chu Hanliang, you truly deserve to die!

Qu Pan raised the gun in her hand...

“But you can’t run off like that.”

Chu Hanliang’s voice was unusually gentle.

“I want to see Mommy. I don’t want to wait in the car.”

The child’s voice was so innocent and pure that Qu Pan’s heart almost melted. Could she really kill the father in front of such an innocent child?

Suppressing her burning desire for revenge, tears welling in her eyes, Qu Pan put the gun away and walked back.

She would spare him this time; after all, he had at most three days left to live. When those three days passed, she would personally end him at the wedding.

Passing by the servants, Qu Pan whispered hoarsely, “Send them away.”

The servants, already frightened by Qu Pan’s fierce expression, nodded hastily.

The light in the main hall was dim. Chu Hanliang keenly noticed a shadow flicker past the door. He chased after it but saw only the servants frozen outside.

One servant apologized, “Miss is unwell and cannot receive guests. Young Marshal, please leave.”

Chu Hanliang’s gaze swept over the empty corridor. He stifled his suspicion and turned, motioning for Chu Xiaoman to follow.

“I’m not leaving. I want to see Mommy.”

Chu Xiaoman clasped his hands behind his back, refusing to move.

Chu Hanliang excelled at managing the affairs of three provinces without strain, yet he was utterly helpless with this little bean.

“If you’re not obedient, Daddy can’t help you either.”

Chu Xiaoman hesitated; he wanted to see Mommy but didn’t want to upset her.

“Daddy will bring you next time, but not today.”

“Why?” Chu Xiaoman’s small mouth pouted, tears welling in his eyes.

Though impatient, Chu Hanliang forced himself to be patient. “Mommy isn’t feeling well. We can’t force her to come out.”

“Mommy’s not well? I’ll sneak a peek and then leave, okay?”

“No.”

Seeing the little one about to cry, Chu Hanliang lowered his voice sharply.

“A real man doesn’t shed tears when bleeding.”

Chu Xiaoman threw himself silently into Chu Hanliang’s arms, tears streaming down.

Cradling the soft little body, Chu Hanliang strode out of the hall, placed Chu Xiaoman in the back seat, and then sat beside him.

The car started and rolled along the white cobblestone path out of the wrought-iron gates. Chu Xiaoman pressed his face against the rear window, watching the ancient mansion fade into the distance, finally unable to hold back his sobs.

The crying was loud and piercing; Chu Hanliang rubbed his temples in annoyance.

Deputy officer Zhang Yong smiled helplessly. “When the young master was born, he had a loud voice when crying. Now it’s even stronger—sounds like he’s got the makings of a martial artist.”

Chu Hanliang said nothing, his stoic demeanor deepening.

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