Rong Shaoze held her tight, listening to her crying, his heart shattered.
He dared not tell her, fearing that she would be heartbroken.
Her every emotion severely affected his mood.
He feared no hardship, no pain; what he feared the most was her being upset and heartbroken.
It would be enough for him to bear these pains alone; he really didn’t want her to grieve.
When Qiao Yiyang told Lin Xinlan about his childhood experiences, Lin Xinlan had a fresh memory of his past.
With Xiaocong taken by a gang that even Rong Shaoze could not trace, involuntary associations filled her mind.
Was Xiaocong like Qiao Yiyang, kidnapped and trained?
Would he have to lead a bloody life, fearing for his life every day?
If he wasn’t ruthless enough, would he be killed by the other children?
The more Lin Xinlan thought, the more terrified she became, feeling as if she was suffocating. She clutched Rong Shaoze’s hand tightly, like a drowning person clinging to a life-saving log.
"Rong Shaoze, you have to rescue Xiaocong quickly, find him fast! Otherwise, everything is over..."
"Xinlan, what are you talking about?" Rong Shaoze asked, puzzled.
Lin Xinlan spoke of her fears in a panic, and Rong Shaoze’s face darkened; without her saying, he had thought of the same things.
There were indeed many dark organizations that liked to capture children for training.
Under their brutal regimen, the children all became formidable killing machines.
Although there were no such cases in Flamewings, those trained by Flamewings suffered greatly.
That kind of hardship, they themselves could not endure, let alone the more brutal and inhumane training.
Every time he thought of Xiaocong meeting such a fate, his heart ached fiercely.
That was his son, his own flesh and blood; how could he bear to see him suffer like that.
"Xinlan, don’t let your thoughts run wild. If they’ve taken Xiaocong, it’s definitely to threaten me. As long as they’re targeting me, Xiaocong will be fine. Don’t worry, I would sacrifice my own life before letting anything happen to him."
Lin Xinlan looked at him, her eyes filled with sorrow.
If only Rong Shaoze’s identity were that of an ordinary person.
He had told her from the start that being with him would be very dangerous.
She wasn’t afraid of danger; she had never complained to him, even when they ventured into perilous situations.
But she had never imagined that someone would brazenly kidnap Xiaocong in B City.
She thought they would always target her, thinking that with Meiying and Rong Shaoze to protect him, Xiaocong would never be in danger.
Yet, he was in danger now.
She felt a touch of blame towards Rong Shaoze’s identity but knew that he was suffering even more in his heart.
What his identity was wasn’t his choice to make.
She shouldn’t blame him; she should understand him and face the difficulties with him, saving Xiaocong together.
Lin Xinlan cradled his face, whispering, "No, I want you and Xiaocong to be safe and sound. Our family has to be together for life."
Rong Shaoze, moved, held her hand and kissed it.
"We will be, we won’t have any trouble. Our family will always be together. I promise you, I will make myself stronger for our family, strong enough to always protect you."
Lin Xinlan smiled slightly, "I don’t need you to be very strong; I just need you to be safe."
"I won’t be in any trouble," the man promised her solemnly.