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.

this could he keep his emotions in

broken Cheng Guomin. Yet Cheng Guomin’s attitude

beaming

any semblance of father-son affection between

Cheng 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,

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

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

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

it was genuine, how much a

if Cheng Guomin’s words were dripping with

"I came here to see how much you’ve

stood, turned, and

Cheng Guomin watched the silhouette

such a long time apart, he had grown taller, his

instantly

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

on, he would treat Cheng

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

evil thoughts—thoughts

he understood Cheng Lie, better

his own flesh and

Cheng Lie walked through

holiday was palpable—lanterns hanging high,

darkness prevailed. His mind replayed

Guomin’s words clung to him like a brand, etched deeply

was his son—something he refused to acknowledge but was nevertheless a

running through his veins was the same as Cheng

Cheng Guomin—so did that mean he, too, was just

still felt a bone-deep chill. His face darkened, an air of hostility suffusing

shopping with their mothers caught sight of his expression and instinctively tugged their mothers away, afraid this menacing-looking man might harm