Han Chunli was furious: "You are truly shameless."
Qiu Shaocheng acted as if he didn’t hear her, coldly dropping a sentence: "If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have the good life you have today. You can’t deny that, so this is what you owe me.
I’ll only give you two days. Either get the money ready for me, and I won’t bother your life anymore, or we’ll both go to hell together."
Han Chunli stared at Qiu Shaocheng, gritting her teeth: "Get lost."
Having said his piece and given the deadline, Qiu Shaocheng didn’t care about Han Chunli’s attitude. As he turned to leave, he was feeling anxious inside.
After all, he had found out that her daughter had just had surgery, but now his son needed money, and he couldn’t worry about anything else.
He had already thought it through—at worst, he’d only ask for a thousand, and make it up later.
But he couldn’t have possibly anticipated that what would happen next was completely out of his control.
Qiu Jouxuan and his wife quickly arrived in the Capital. Su Jingsong had already sent people to the station to meet them. After they got off the train, they were taken to a house in the suburbs.
Han Jingchen walked in as they were getting impatient with the wait.
His aura directly put Qiu Jouxuan on edge. The couple exchanged a glance before looking at Han Jingchen, and Qiu Jouxuan asked cautiously: "May I ask, who are you?"
Han Jingchen walked to the front before turning to look at them: "You don’t need to know who I am right away, but you must seriously answer the questions I ask."
Seeing they understood, Han Jingchen said, "Do you know Qiu Shaocheng?"
Qiu Jouxuan heard the question and was momentarily unsure of how to answer, not knowing whether this person was a friend or foe.
Han Jingchen coldly said: "Why, is it hard to answer?"
Qiu Jouxuan, no matter how good his temperament, felt that Han Jingchen was somewhat rude: "Since you brought us here, you must have done your research, so you probably know our identity, so why even ask?"
Han Jingchen stared at him intently: "Answer my question."
Qiu Jouxuan was unnerved by his stare: "Yes, I know him, he’s my father, but he’s been missing for many years now."
Han Jingchen suddenly switched the topic: "And do you know Han Chunli?"
Qiu Jouxuan had come to find Han Chunli: "Yes, where is she?"
But Han Jingchen’s gaze only grew sharper: "How do you know her? Answer my question honestly; if there’s any falsehood, you’re responsible for the consequences."
Huang Yufeng was so frightened by his words that she shivered and hurriedly stood behind her husband.
Qiu Jouxuan knew they couldn’t provoke this person, so he laid out everything from start to finish.
Only then did Han Jingchen understand why the old man went out of the Capital every few years, and stayed away for quite some time.
The old man had been wise his whole life but probably never thought he’d raised a traitor that harmed his own descendants.
Qiu Jouxuan, seeing Han Jingchen remain silent, thought the questioning was over: "Can we leave now?"
But Han Jingchen’s cold gaze swept over: "Where is the child Han Chunli sent to your family back then? Where are they now?"
Before they could answer, Han Jingchen coldly added: "Don’t try any tricks, or you’ll never see your daughter again."
Huang Yufeng was so weak she could barely stand, clinging desperately to her husband’s arm: "What do we do?"