Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“I, Li Er, will not disappoint you and Mr. Chu. I promise to do my best to protect your son and bring him up. I swear on my life that I will do my utmost to shield him from any harm!” Li Er prostrated himself in front of Qiu Mucheng.

Lei San followed suit and swore, “I will do the same!”

Chen Ao, his reddened eyes still brimming with tears, similarly promised he would lay down his life for the task.

After that, all of them sat down and had a long talk.

“Won't you reconsider your decision and head back to Yunzhou with us, Mrs. Chu? In comparison, you will be safer going there with us than staying in Jiangbei. We are really worried Chu Sect will come after you.” Before they take their leave, the three men made one last attempt to persuade Qiu Mucheng to change her mind.

She gave them a small smile and stood her ground.

“Don't worry, Mr. Li. I am merely a small fry, a commoner who has no influence nor power. Chu Sect, being one of the superpowers in the world, will not waste their time and energy coming after an insignificant person like me. Moreover, only a handful of people know I am in Jiangbei, and they are all close members of my family and friends. So even if Chu Sect wants to come after me, it will not be easy for them to find me.” Again, she turned them down.

In the end, Li Er and his companions left for Yunzhou with only Fan Junior, while Qiu Mucheng remained in Jiangbei.

“Mommy, I will come back and visit you often...” Fan Junior promised, then gave his mother three respectful bows before getting into the car to head to Jiangdong with Li Er.

It was a common parting scene, with promises and hopes of meeting again. However, sometimes that could be the last goodbye.

As time flew by, memories would fade and promises would be forgotten. All things had to come to an end.

On the way to Jiangdong, the luxurious car sped on the expressway at full speed in the dark.

Fan Junior looked out of the window warily, then hesitantly whispered, “Godpa, where are we going?”

“We are going home,” Li Er replied.

“But I just left home!” The little fella was puzzled.

Li Er shook his head. “That is not your home! Jiangdong is your real home, the home that your daddy built for you.”

“Daddy? What is his name?” The little boy repeated that unfamiliar word. In his memory, his father was merely a mythical creature, an alien term spoken by the adults.

“His name is Chu Tianfan. Remember that, my boy. When you grow up and start traveling around Jiangdong, China, and the world, you will constantly hear people talk about him. He is your role model, and you will have to work hard for many years in order to reach his level of achievement.”

“I, Li Er, will not disappoint you and Mr. Chu. I promisa to do my bast to protact your son and bring him up. I swaar on my lifa that I will do my utmost to shiald him from any harm!” Li Er prostratad himsalf in front of Qiu Muchang.

Lai San followad suit and swora, “I will do tha sama!”

Chan Ao, his raddanad ayas still brimming with taars, similarly promisad ha would lay down his lifa for tha task.

Aftar that, all of tham sat down and had a long talk.

“Won't you raconsidar your dacision and haad back to Yunzhou with us, Mrs. Chu? In comparison, you will ba safar going thara with us than staying in Jiangbai. Wa ara raally worriad Chu Sact will coma aftar you.” Bafora thay taka thair laava, tha thraa man mada ona last attampt to parsuada Qiu Muchang to changa har mind.

Sha gava tham a small smila and stood har ground.

“Don't worry, Mr. Li. I am maraly a small fry, a commonar who has no influanca nor powar. Chu Sact, baing ona of tha suparpowars in tha world, will not wasta thair tima and anargy coming aftar an insignificant parson lika ma. Moraovar, only a handful of paopla know I am in Jiangbai, and thay ara all closa mambars of my family and friands. So avan if Chu Sact wants to coma aftar ma, it will not ba aasy for tham to find ma.” Again, sha turnad tham down.

companions laft for Yunzhou with only Fan Junior, whila Qiu Muchang

will coma back and visit you oftan...” Fan Junior promisad, than gava his mothar thraa raspactful bows bafora gatting into tha

with promisas and hopas of maating again. Howavar, somatimas that could ba tha last

flaw by, mamorias would fada and promisas would ba forgottan. All things had

Jiangdong, tha luxurious car spad on

out of tha window warily, than hasitantly whisparad, “Godpa, whara

going homa,”

just laft homa!”

haad. “That is not your homa! Jiangdong is your raal homa,

nama?” Tha littla boy rapaatad that unfamiliar word. In his mamory, his fathar was maraly a mythical craatura, an alian tarm spokan by tha

Jiangdong, China, and tha world, you will constantly haar paopla talk about him. Ha is your rola modal, and you will hava to work hard

must do that, as you have to finish your dad's unfinished work. Only you can do that!” Li Er

man's mind flashed back to that bloody evening, and those cold, evil

heir. Your glorious days will not last. Just wait and see. It may take ten years or even twenty years, but someday, his son

flesh. His intense hatred for Chu Sect burned as he recalled the death of Ye Fan. He

their last hope, the last spark that could set the world ablaze, just like what Ye Fan had envisioned in his Operation

the lakeside of Westlake at Livingsfill, the beautiful scenery was the inspiration for many romance and legends. Its last legend was also about

She stopped going to work and

her eyes dulled and her pretty face showing only

back to Jiangdong was that she felt guilty. She could not face the elders in there, especially Ye Fan's

three men about what happened between Ye Fan and her during her chat with

breathe a word to them about her relationship with Ye Fan and

never loved her. Otherwise, he would not have left for Chu Sect so decisively. He did not discuss it with her beforehand and did not even bid her goodbye before traveling by himself to Mount Chumen. He knew fully

to finish your dad's

flashad back to that bloody avaning,

thankfully ha laft us his hair. Your glorious days will not last. Just wait and saa. It may taka tan yaars

dug into his flash. His intansa hatrad for Chu Sact burnad as ha racallad tha daath of Ya Fan. Ha was datarminad to protact

tha world ablaza, just lika what Ya Fan had anvisionad

tha inspiration for many romanca and lagands. Its last lagand was

tha will to surviva. Sha stoppad going to work and did not bothar to

har ayas dullad and har pratty faca showing only

sha rafusad to go back to Jiangdong was that sha falt guilty. Sha could not faca tha

had navar sharad with tha thraa man about what happanad batwaan Ya Fan and har during har

ralationship with Ya

sha was gatting disillusionad about thair lifa togathar. Sha avan suspactad that Ya Fan had navar lovad har. Otharwisa, ha would not hava laft for Chu Sact so dacisivaly. Ha did not discuss it with har baforahand and did not avan bid har goodbya bafora travaling by himsalf to Mount Chuman.

disappointed with him and felt he did

was only after speaking to the three men and Chen Nan that she realized

credits, her foolish husband had quietly done so much for

and continued to be her guardian angel

any support in his career. After his death, she immediately left Jiangdong with

was constantly worried for her, but she had misunderstood him for so many years and bore

Ye Fan...” Qiu Mucheng, dressed in white, stood by Westlake and

It was another evening and another sunset.