After Rebirth, I Married the Great Demon King

Chapter 317: Chapter 317 She is His Only Light

Cheng Lie quietly stared at the man before him, and suddenly realized that the hatred in his heart would not disappear simply because the man had paid the price.

Seeing him, an intense loathing still churned within.

Moreover, Cheng Lie noticed that Cheng Guomin wasn’t surprised to see him appear here.

Cheng Guomin smiled at him, saying, "It appears you’ve truly inherited my ruthlessness."

Years spent silently biding his time, only to personally deliver him to prison and shatter his family into pieces.

Not long ago, Zhao Haishuang came to visit him. After suffering a serious illness, both her health and spirit had deteriorated—gone was her proud, commanding aura of the past.

And hasn’t he suffered the same fate?

Even someone as cunning as Cheng Guomin was not capable of feigning as convincingly as Cheng Lie. At least, in the moments when he disguised himself, Cheng Guomin failed to notice it was all pretense.

To deceive so thoroughly—yes, that’s a skill in itself.

Watching Cheng Guomin greet him with an attitude of appreciation, rather than hatred, Cheng Lie felt a surge of nausea deep in his gut.

As if all the traps he had set, all the deeds he had done, meant nothing to Cheng Guomin.

Cheng Guomin spotted the flicker of emotion in Cheng Lie’s eyes and immediately knew he had struck a chord.

Smiling, he said, "My son, you really make me proud."

Cheng Lie abruptly stood, his cold gaze fixed on Cheng Guomin. "I am not your son."

"How can you say that? When I get out of prison, when I have nothing left, won’t I have to rely on you?"

Cheng Lie’s hand, hidden in the sleeve of his jacket, clenched tightly into a fist with such force that he didn’t even feel pain.

like this could he keep his

broken Cheng Guomin. Yet Cheng Guomin’s attitude now seemed smug,

beaming at

how could there be any semblance of

Lie again and said, "Xiao Lie, whether you believe it or not, when I brought you over from there, it was for your own good. Your mother’s death was an accident. Over the years, I’ve doted on you; you must’ve seen it. If it weren’t for fearing that Haishuang and Ah Huai might get jealous and bully you when I wasn’t around, I could’ve

fell ill and passed away, and she said you were the one who caused his death. Honestly, I don’t believe it. Even when you refused to donate bone marrow to save him, I trusted you

Lie, I know you hate me. You think I’m the one who caused your mother’s death—but it wasn’t me... If watching me suffer in prison for a few years can ease the hatred in your heart, I’m willing

Lie heard this and, with pitch-black eyes, stared intently at Cheng Guomin—a man old now, gazing at him with an expression of deep feeling and

much of it was genuine, how much a

even if Cheng Guomin’s words were dripping with sentimentality, Cheng Lie wouldn’t

smile. "I came here to see how

stood, turned, and walked

the glass window, Cheng Guomin watched the silhouette of

had grown taller, his figure unmistakably that

instantly reminded Cheng

his son. After all, Cheng Lie wasn’t truly his—but merely a smokescreen to conceal a truth even

now on, he would treat Cheng Lie

Cheng Lie’s bones—the sort of thing that grows in places untouched by sunlight, nurtured over years until

Cheng Guomin harbored countless evil thoughts—thoughts even darker than Cheng

Cheng Lie, better

own flesh and blood, once released from prison, his future days would likely be

Cheng Lie walked through

palpable—lanterns hanging high, shops playing

Lie’s heart, darkness prevailed. His mind replayed Cheng Guomin’s words

want to admit it, Cheng Guomin’s words clung to him like a brand, etched deeply into

refused to acknowledge but was nevertheless a lifelong

his veins was the

disgusted by Cheng Guomin—so did that mean he, too, was

yet still felt a bone-deep chill. His

expression and instinctively tugged their mothers away, afraid