Strongest Guard

For the sake of her child, she would rather die. No matter how she died, even if she was buried alive, she would be dug up and raped. From this, it could be seen just how important her son was to her.    

She wanted nothing more than to put her son in a ball, a ball, and a belly.    

But now, his wife said she wanted to take the child away and even "hypocritically" asked if she had any objections.    

Loong Chengcheng had been reduced to a situation where she could be easily bullied. If her mistress wanted to take away her child, it would be easy. Yet, she had asked her if she had any objections. This was not pretense, but what was it?    

She opened her mouth and was about to say that no one could take my child away when she suddenly discovered that her mistress was looking at her with a cold glint in her eyes.    

Mistress was a kind woman, Zi Fann was someone who knew her, anyone who had dated her would say so.    

For a popinjay like Young Master Long, no matter how shameless he is, he still has his bottom line. A kind-hearted mistress is someone no one else can touch.    

The moment he touched the dragon's reverse scale, he would become angry!    

Her Nanfang was her weak spot.    

After the news of Lee Nanfang's death overseas was spread out, even a fool could guess how heartbroken his wife was.    

After that, she would wake up in the middle of the night like she was possessed, dress herself and get off the brick bed. Without caring about the old man's reaction, she quickly walked out of the house, stood on the empty street, and looked in the direction of the Monarch Valley. She muttered to herself, "Nanfang is not dead, he's back, he's gone to the Monarch Valley … Unfortunately, she can't go."    

The old man was very afraid of his wife's reaction. He asked Xie Qingshang several times to ask if he could tell her some things, but Lao Xie firmly refused.    

There were some things that a kind-hearted mistress would never know, and it was far better than knowing them.    

Just because some things are really quite cruel.    

His wife was very ill.    

As soon as she recovered, she became like a different person. She no longer liked to laugh like she usually did.    

She preferred to sit in the corner of the sunless room for a long time without moving.    

Only when Yang Tiantian went to chat with her did she muster up her courage to entertain her.    

After all, Yang Tiantian was the only one who didn't know that Lee Nanfang had died.    

With his wife in such a state, the old man was the most anxious.    

However, there was nothing he could do about it. He could only make flowers for her to eat, talk with her, and coax her to be happy.    

His wife, however, saw his exertions as air and was immersed in a world known only to her.    

Until one day, Xie Qingshang rushed back from the outside and said that Loong Chengcheng gave birth to a son for Lee Nanfang.    

His wife was alive.    

Her Nanfang had a future.    

Children had always been a continuation of their parents' lives.    

As long as Lee Nanfang had a descendant, in theory, he was still alive.    

From then on, his wife had been hoping every day to bring Lee Nanfang's child to eight hundred — she would raise him as she had raised Lee Nanfang.    

The old man tried his best to persuade him again.    

The gist of it was, although you wanted to bring your child here for upbringing, but would Loong Chengcheng, who had just gotten her son's happiness, agree?    

If he were to use brute force to snatch the child away, Loong Chengcheng would probably lose her mind and be destroyed just like that.    

Mistress was a kind woman, so she couldn't force Loong Chengcheng to become crazy just because she wanted to raise Lee Nanfang's son. She could only grab the old man and urge him to find a solution.    

The old geezer calculated with his fingers — Lao Xie's analysis of those into his language, to explain to his wife the analysis.    

Since then, his wife had been hoping for Elder Loong to return home quickly.    

Amidst his mistress' apologetic curses, Elder Loong's health became worse and worse.    

When the news reached 800, the old man immediately brought his wife, Second Fool, and the others to Ming Zhu to wait for something to happen.    

The news of the old man and the others was still too late.    

When they found out that Elder Loong had passed away and immediately rushed over to the mountain in the middle of the night, Loong Chengcheng had already rushed down the mountain with her child in her arms.    

Despite the old man's persuasion that she should wait for him on the mountain, his wife insisted on coming after him.    

The heavens were moved by his wife's great maternal love for Lee Nanfang, which allowed Loong Chengcheng to arrive in time of crisis.    

Holding the child in his arms, looking at him giggling, his wife felt as if she had returned to 25 years ago, holding Nanfang in her arms, with a peaceful heart.    

But Loong Chengcheng didn't want her to carry the child away.    

His wife's reverse scale was moved once again.    

A furious mistress was also quite terrifying.    

Didn't he see that the old man, Second Fool and the other two suddenly held their breath and silently took a few steps back?    

Loong Chengcheng finally came to her senses when she could clearly feel the strong enmity that burst forth from her mistress.    

The facts proved that she had the ability to give birth to a son, but not the ability to protect him.    

If her son continued to follow her, no matter where she fled to, she would eventually be caught by the Yue Clan and uprooted.    

In order for his son to be safe, he had to hand him over to a powerful person to protect.    

Mistress was just an ordinary woman, but the people around her were powerful.    

The bloody method of killing five people in the blink of an eye was more than enough to protect the children and allow them to grow up safely.    

Furthermore, before Yue Qingke left, he had already said that he would tell this matter to Yue Zitong.    

She knew better than anyone how displeased Yue Zitong was with Loong Chengcheng.    

She had already hated her to death, and now that she was standing on a level of "morality", she had given birth to a son for her fiancé who had died — alas, it would be strange if Patriarch Yue didn't cook the bastard Chewbacca until it was cooked and then feed it to the dogs.    

After thinking this through, if Loong Chengcheng continues to insist on returning to the child, then she is a murderer.    

The prisoner who killed her own son!    

"Mm-mama, please take good care of South City."    

Loong Chengcheng bit her lips as she slowly kneeled on the ground. After saying those words with great difficulty, she couldn't help but let out a sorrowful cry.    

Her weeping melted the ice in her mistress's eyes. She sighed softly and handed the child to her.    

"Mistress, you … you're not taking him away?"    

Loong Chengcheng was ecstatic.    

"Feed him some more milk."    

Mistress turned around and looked up at the eastern sky. "The sky is about to brighten," she said softly. Before the sun rises, I must take the child and leave the borders of the Pearl Field. "    

So, it was just for me to feed my son one last time.    

Loong Chengcheng's ecstasy vanished in an instant as she sat blankly on the ground, caressing her son's face.    

Loong Chengcheng finally came back to her senses after her son had vomited his milk a third time and told her that this young master had eaten his fill and would not give it back to me again, or else Loong Chengcheng would finally come back to her senses when you and I were in a hurry.    

"Before the child turns eighteen, I will let you two meet once a year. Loong Chengcheng, I'm sorry, but you can't go where I'm going. You — you will do your best in the future. After all, you are still young. "    

She said this to Loong Chengcheng before she left with her child in her arms.    

Loong Chengcheng didn't care too much about where her mistress was taking the child and why she couldn't go.    

As long as her son could thrive and grow, and she could see him once a year, she would agree no matter what price she had to pay.    

But his wife said she was still young, which was interesting.    

He was clearly hinting for her to find a man she liked and marry as soon as possible.    

Since Lee Nanfang had already become an overseas wandering soul, she couldn't possibly stay a widow for his entire life, right?    

She was not his proper wife.    

Even if that's the case!    

So what?    

There were many women who would marry after a man died.    

However, there weren't many women who had lost their fiancé and wanted to have their wedding ceremony with their ashes.    

Furthermore, the identity of this lady was extraordinary. She was the head of the Yue Clan in Beijing.    

Patriarch Yue not only wanted to marry her fiance's ashes, but also spread out her Big Red invitation card, inviting all the famous people to attend their wedding, on the 28th of May, they were going to Qin Jin Manor in the capital city's Northern Suburb.    

Looking at the two handwritten names on the big red invitation card, the corner of Hua Yeshen's mouth curved into a disdainful smile.    

Half a year later, Hua Yeshen was no longer the seriously ill Hua Yeshen.    

The current her was like a peony flower that was being soaked by rain and dew every day. Her entire body was brimming with vitality.    

Especially that charming temperament, it made all the women who saw her feel ashamed of their own inferiority. It made all the men who saw her want to prostrate at her feet and offer a bright red Xinn'er to her as a sign of their deep love.    

Even Lee Muchen, whose beauty and figure did not lose to her, was a bit envious of her.    

However, Lee Muchen would never be jealous of her.    

It was because she knew very well that Hua Yeshen had become so radiant in half a year. It was because after the Hundred Days Couples, which Jack had plotted against, she had been treated with even more potent poison by King Xuanyuan.    

The toxicity of this poison was the exact opposite of that of the domineering couple of hundred days.    

A couple that could torture someone to death for a hundred days was a type of happiness. It allowed people to quickly become haggard in the shortest amount of time.    

The poison, however, was able to make a haggard person recover quickly and bloom with her most beautiful beauty — just like the current Hua Yeshen, who, even if she were to simply toss the invitation, could make people think she was flirting.    

However, Lee Muchen was very clear that Hua Yeshen's current charm was not only overtaxing her life, but also causing her to suffer the pain of ten thousand ants nibbling on her every night.    

Every night, the ten thousand ants would bite like a powerful hormone. It was able to arouse every bit of charm that Hua Yeshen had hidden deep in her bones, making her blossom like fireworks.    

How long can an admirable firework last?    

When the fireworks finally fell, Hua Yeshen would slowly turn ugly.    

But even if she were to turn ugly, the billions of tiny pink ants hidden deep within her would not stop nipping at her in the middle of the night, squeezing the last of her charm out of her bones.    

It was only when the charm in her bones had been completely squeezed out and she had become incomparably ugly, that the little red ants that seemed to be feeding on her charm would all die one after another.    

Only then would Hua Yeshen be free.    

But what was the point of living with Hua Yeshen like that?    

"Fortunately, I'm not her."    

While Lee Muchen sighed in his heart, Hua Yeshen moved skillfully and elegantly, with a cigarette in her mouth.    

"No matter what I do now, isn't it always very attractive?"    

Hua Yeshen asked with a smile after blowing out a smoke ring.    

"If I were a man, I'd be guilty now."    

Only then did Lee Muchen shift his gaze away from Hua Yeshen's red lips and put it in the pool, "Sister Shen, stop smoking. In this way, your beauty will be overdrawn to a greater degree. "    

Hua Yeshen smiled again and suddenly asked, "Do you know the name of the poison that the king poisoned me with?"    

"You don't know?"    

"If I knew, I wouldn't ask you."    

"It's called — Beauty Red."    

Lee Muchen hesitated for a moment and said softly.    

"A beauty with rosy hair? "Un, this name sure looks like it."    

Hua Yeshen's brows trembled a few times. "A couple of hundred days, followed by a beautiful woman. The king's poisonous name is always so romantic. "