Chapter 1585 “Di Cang’s Anger (1)”
The man’s wording was cold, ruthless, and bone chilling like the devil itself. As a result of this, the temperature in the room promptly fell a few notches down and causes everyone to shiver out of instinct. This would be especially true for Tian Furen who had curled into a ball after being knocked away, her eyes staring nervously at her own uncle.
Unfortunately for the lass though, Yue Ran the former housekeeper could hardly worry about his own niece right now. He just suffered a stomp on his ankle and wanted to howl in pain, however, he would never dare lose himself before Di Cang, that would be suicidal!
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Di Cang ignored the deafening silence which he caused, only quickly coming before the seated woman that was his wife who made him dream of this moment for years.“Yan Yan,” his voice low and hoarse, full of magnetic attraction, “I miss you so much…”
That’s all Bai Yan needed to hear in order to make her body melt into a soft mellowing mush of softness. Without thought, the lady gradually places her hand and leans in on that chest.
He misses me, but does he think I don’t miss him?
Fortunately, he came to see me….
“Baddie Father, you’re finally here.” Bai Xiachen smiles brightly as he tugged at Di Cang’s sleeve.
Only noticing there’s another small steambun around, the man says the most damning thing: “Oh, you’re also here?”
Bai Xiachen: “….”Does Baddie Father only realize I’m here now?
How insignificant am I?
“Am I your own child? Or did you pick me up from the streets?” The boy protests with incomparable grievance in his voice.
Baddie Father clearly knows I’m the one who found mother, yet he can ignore me so thoroughly. It must be because I’m picked off from the streets.
“I do hope you were picked up from the street, that way you won’t be able to compete with me for your mother’s attention.”
“……” Bai Xiachen became speechless, his eyes staring incredulously at his old man.
Despite the silence, everyone and anyone would be able to feel the grievance in the child’s heart. They almost wanted to cry for him since it’s so heartbreaking.
This son… is he really biological? Which father out there would worry about their own child competing with himself for the wife’s attention?
“Baddie Father,” Bai Xiachen eventually shifts to the curled-up girl that’s trying to hide her own existence after coming with a plan for payback. He’s a sly fox so he’s going to act like one. “You asked to meet Tian Furen did you not? They say you are planning to make her your woman, don’t you think you should give Mother an explanation for this?”
“Tian Furen?” Di Cang frowns, his voice gradually coming forward like he found it bothersome, “Who is the one in this room, come out.” That said, the demon king releases his grasp around Bai Yan’s hand and scanned the room with his cold hard eyes.
Originally the girl in question had wanted to speak up at being called, but that idea was instantly sapped out of Tian Furen’s body once she met those eyes. It’s too terrifying, and obvious enough that it’s not a good thing.
“Furen!” Yue Ran the housekeeper saw this and hastened to signal the niece. Unlike everyone else, this former housekeeper of the Water Clan knows hiding would only make the matter worse.
“You’re Tian Furen?” Di Cang followed Yue Ran’s gaze and eventually locked onto the very girl he kicked away, “A while ago you came to make trouble for my son. I naturally have to make sure you’re here as well, that way I can dispose of you all at once!”
Boom!
Di Cang words were like a thunderbolt raining down above their heads. Tian Wind who was still arrogant and proud at the man’s arrivel had gone green until his face eventually turned to a deathly white of despair.
The young lord only asked for Tian Furen to punish her?
Why didn’t Yue Ran say it clearly at the time? That way it won’t cause such a misunderstanding!
Compared with the despair of the fool who wanted to betroth his own daughter to the demon king, Wen Shan only had a deep gash of regret cutting through his stomach. He’s trembling with guilt when facing Bai Yan who’s indifferent to his stare….
