And Cheng Lie was preparing to leave for his appointnt.
However, just as he stepped out of the hotel, a woman lunged toward him. If Zhao Pan hadn’t reacted quickly and stepped in front of the woman, she might have already thrown herself at him.
"Cheng Lie, you’re so cruel! How could you treat your biological father like this? Do you even have a heart?"
The woman’s voice was loud, instantly attracting the attention of people around them.
It was only then that Cheng Lie realized the woman wasn’t anyone else—it was Zhao Haishuang.
After so ti apart, Zhao Haishuang no longer resembled the woman he rembered.
The woman who had once treasured her face as a priceless gem had grown increasingly hideous after her disfigurent.
And now, she also seed ntally unstable, her eyes wild and fixated madly on him.
Cheng Lie showed no fear of Zhao Haishuang’s gaze—he only felt curious. How had Zhao Haishuang learned he was back?
His cold gaze t Zhao Haishuang’s, making her feel a chill deep in her heart. But as she reflected on the life she had been living—neither human nor ghost-like—all of her forr glory reduced to nothing, her husband in prison, her son dead, and herself left utterly alone—she realized she was tired of living.
So, before she died, she decided to drag Cheng Lie to hell along with her.
Staring at Cheng Lie, she murmured, "Cheng Lie, the matter with your mother—it was . But you’ll never be able to find the evidence."
Her gaze shimred with a frenzied hue. The corners of her lips lifted into a smile. "And one more thing you don’t know—Old Cheng isn’t your father. Your biological father has been dead for years."
Cheng Lie’s pupils contracted upon hearing Zhao Haishuang’s words. He stared at her in disbelief, sothing deep inside him shuddering. Yet, quickly, he tamped it down, though his hands at his sides clenched tightly without him realizing.
After a long silence, he spoke in a low voice, "What did you say?"
Zhao Haishuang’s smile deepened, growing even more sinister. "You’re not Old Cheng’s son. You have no connection to us. It’s just that Old Cheng liked your mother and decided to take you in. Isn’t that no different from adopting a bastard child?"
And so, she had vented all her fury on Cheng Lie.
Of course, this was sothing she had discovered by accident later on.
Before that, Cheng Guomin frequently sought out the woman. She had assud he was having an affair, that Cheng Lie was his illegitimate child. Enraged, she devised a plan to eliminate both the woman and the bastard child.
But who would have thought Cheng Lie would survive against all odds?
Yet when Cheng Guomin brought him back, it marked the beginning of his hellish life.
Later, Zhao Haishuang learned so of Cheng Guomin’s secrets. But because both of them harbored their own agendas, she had deliberately concealed those secrets to alleviate so of her guilt.
Fast forward to now, that guilty conscience seed to have completely vanished into thin air.
Cheng Lie’s dark, pitch-black eyes locked onto Zhao Haishuang, devoid of any visible emotion. But anyone who looked at him would realize that his calm gaze was rely the calm before the storm.
Zhao Pan, having been with Cheng Lie long enough, had learned his temper well. At that mont, he knew Mr. Cheng was furious—a rage so fierce that the woman before him was dood.
But in such a public setting, Zhao Pan thought Mr. Cheng needed to rein himself in.
He quickly said to Cheng Lie, "Mr. Cheng, Miss Yun is still waiting for you."
When he ntioned Yun Shifei, Cheng Lie’s eyes flickered briefly, as if coming back to his senses. Yet he felt that so things still needed to be clarified.
"Is everything you said true?"
"Absolutely true." Zhao Haishuang’s grin was chillingly grotesque, completely ignoring Cheng Lie’s smoldering fury. "You never expected this, did you? Seeing how ruthless you’ve beco today, I wish I’d killed you back then."
Her thoughts drifted back to over a decade ago, when Cheng Lie had first stepped into the Cheng Family—a small, fragile child, as delicate as a sapling that could be snapped with just a little force.
And yet, she hadn’t dared to act at the ti. If she had, her life wouldn’t have turned into the miserable ss it was now.
Cheng Lie stared at Zhao Haishuang’s hideously distorted face, a flood of mories rushing through his mind.
In his past ten-plus years, the only monts of happiness were the tis he spent with his mother as a child, and those with Yun Shifei...
But the rest—a life so difficult it nearly killed him—he rembered all too well, every cruel detail etched deeply into his soul.
In the past, he had thought he was an illegitimate child and even questioned whether it was his fault.
But now, Zhao Haishuang had told him he wasn’t a bastard at all, that he had no connection to them whatsoever. And it was solely because Cheng Guomin had desired his mother that she had died, that he had barely survived.
The thought made Cheng Lie’s gaze grow colder and darker, as though the demon he had buried within his body was now clawing its way out, piece by piece.
Zhao Haishuang kept talking, cursing his mother, cursing him.
Zhao Pan wished he could throw her out—this woman was too venomous, too maddening.
Didn’t she realize Mr. Cheng’s emotions were unstable?
But before Zhao Pan could act, Cheng Lie had already lunged forward. His movents were so swift that Zhao Pan didn’t even catch them.
When he ca to his senses, all he could hear was Zhao Haishuang’s scream piercing the air.
Zhao Haishuang had been knocked to the ground, and Cheng Lie was grinding his shoe against her face.
Her face—already deford from excessive costic surgeries—had almost no original features left.
Under Cheng Lie’s relentless pressure, the implants shifted, causing unbearable pain that made her scream at the top of her lungs.
But Cheng Lie didn’t stop. He wanted to crush her face entirely.
His foot pressed harder, grinding down forcefully. Blood began to seep from Zhao Haishuang’s face, and slowly, her screaming weakened.
Watching this, Zhao Pan’s heart raced with panic. He quickly pulled Cheng Lie away.
By now, the crowd had gathered, so calling the police.
Others stepped forward to help the collapsed Zhao Haishuang.
Many people watched Cheng Lie with expressions as though they were staring at a madman.
Yet the man stood motionless, his figure still, as if none of this had anything to do with him.
His dark eyes landed on Zhao Haishuang’s body—cold, lifeless—with no trace of emotion, almost as though they had lost focus.
Seeing this, Zhao Pan knew things had taken a terrible turn. He hurriedly called Qin Chi Jin on the phone.
He never expected Mr. Cheng’s visit to South City to escalate to such chaos.
What was to be done now?
If word got out, if the business partners caught wind of this, or if Mr. Cheng were sent to jail...
Zhao Pan dared not imagine the consequences.
anwhile, Yun Shifei sat in the dessert shop where she and Cheng Lie often t, sipping a milk tea as she waited for him.
The ti ticked past ten o’clock, yet Cheng Lie still hadn’t shown up.
Thirty minutes late, Yun Shifei frowned. This wasn’t like Cheng Lie.
Typically, if Cheng Lie was running late, he would call ahead to notify her.
Could sothing have happened to Cheng Lie?
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