Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

  Han Zhifan was a man, after all, and he was angry at that very moment, so he used more force than usual. Cheng Weiwan used the strength in her entire body but wasn’t able to budge him in the slightest.

  She was already worried about Hanhan and urgently wanted to look for the child, but now that Han Zhifan was preventing her from talking, her rage suddenly reached its peak. No matter how she fought back, Han Zhifan had her pinned down. She saw that Han Zhifan’s face had contorted in anger, so she suddenly stopped struggling.

  In her eyes, the light turned a little cold. “You might as well kill me!”


  She spoke very softly, but it made the rageful Han Zhifan suddenly calm down.

  His brows furrowed then he met Cheng Weiwan’s gaze.

  From his memory, she was always the warm and calm type of woman who never got angry. In that very moment, a different person was staring back at him. She was cold and icy and let off a merciless and ruthless aura.

  “If I really can’t find Hanhan, you might as well kill me. I don’t want to live any longer!”


  Her tone of voice was calm and completely serious. Han Zhifan’s hand wrapped around Cheng Weiwan’s neck suddenly trembled for a moment, almost loosening his grip.

  Cheng Weiwan was deep in thought and didn’t notice Han Zhifan’s reaction. She stared right into his eyes. She became a lot colder, but in her eyes, a layer of fog started to surface. “If Hanhan is really gone, then I really can’t live anymore……”


  This time, she sounded just as broken, but in the end, it intensified into a sadness which emitted from her body. As her voice fell, a single tear rolled from the corners of her eye and crashed hard onto the back of his hand.

  Han Zhifan’s heart felt something akin to a sharp object violently stabbing him. He suddenly felt a dull pain.

  The searing pain made him put on a threatening expression. Compared to how painful it was to rush Lili to the hospital, seeing her in a pool of blood on the operating table, this…… felt far more painful.

  At that moment, Han Zhifan forgot about his anger and loosened his grip on Cheng Weiwan’s neck. It seemed like he was petrified as he stood completely still in his tracks. He stared at Cheng Weiwan for a long, long time without moving an inch.

  The picture of them froze like that with neither of them uttering a word.

  After who knew how long, the phone rang throughout the room.

  That was what brought Han Zhifan back to his senses. He blinked for a short while and realized that it was his phone ringing. He let go of Cheng Weiwan’s neck and pulled out his phone. Glancing at the screen, he saw that it was a call from home, so he hurriedly took the call.

  It was the housekeeper calling. “Mr. Han, we’ve found the young master,” she said with a considerably calmer voice than before.

  “The young master fainted behind a flower bush in the garden. Everyone walked back and forth so many times but didn’t see him. Eventually, the wet nurse found him.”


  After reporting the good news, the housekeeper’s voice sounded distressed. “But the young master’s condition is dire. His fever is alarmingly high. After the wet nurse found him, she called the ambulance immediately. The doctor said the young master’s heartbeat was weak. I’m afraid the situation is pretty serious.”