It was a sunny day. The air was filled with the scent of fresh grass, white smoke spiraling from the chimneys of red-walled houses. A black limousine came slowly from the distance, followed by a line of motorcars, two four-wheel motorcycles at the front, and parked at the river bank.

Yibo sat in the car, and beside him was an adorable child with short hair, dark eyes, fair skin, and naturally upturned eye corners, and he was simply the spitting image of Yibo.

Zhan drove past the river and opened the window for fresh air, and glanced at the impressive limousines parked in a row on the river side. It was the first time for him to see this scene in this small village.

He subconsciously glanced over to the half-opened window of the black Bentley, and a man in a suit was saying something into the intercom. His gaze fixed on the road ahead and did not turn his head to look at Zhan.

This man was not Yibo.

The local villagers quickly greeted the caravan when they saw it, and a glimmer of gloom flashed under Zhan's eyes as he turned the steering wheel and accelerated forward.

In the black limousine behind the Bentley, the rear window slowly opened. Yibo sat by the window, his eyes were harsh and gloomy, and the ipad screen in his hand repeatedly played the pictures of Zhan from three years ago. Zhan always appeared without makeup, his small face was clean and beautiful, which showed a special charm, and his belly was swollen but his body was slender. Whenever Yibo saw him, he always looked like a tamed animal.

The moment he raised his eyes, Zhan accelerated forward with his hand on the steering wheel, the wind stopped abruptly, as he drove past the black limousine, and his eyes was bleak.

...

A noise burst out, and the villagers suddenly greeted them, surrounded Yibo and the limousine. The chief and other village leaders squeezed out from the crowd, rubbing their hands and bending down to smile at him, "Mr. Wang, welcome!"

"Lead the way!"

Yibo spoke in a gloomy, cold voice, which included a chilling hostility.

"Yes."

The clerk did not dare to retort, and hastily led the way in front, Yibo stood out from the car, the bodyguard in the Bentley hurriedly got out and carried the Ayuan off together, a dozen black-clad bodyguards went out from the other cars, holding guns and stood at the side of Yibo and Ayuan respectively.

It immediately scared the villagers who were chattering and arguing because of curiosity into silence.

They had just entered the market, and the villagers in the market were frightened, as they had never seen such a large crowd with real guns. The chief lead Yibo through stores and districts, but Yibo remained expressionless and cool, calculating the potential plans one by one in his mind.

...

Zhan stopped his car and entered the market, as he was caught by the sound of people at the other end of the market. He stopped and stood on tiptoe to look out a few times, but he still didn't see a familiar figure in the crowd. Zhan let out a self-deprecating sigh.

Even if famous company was doing a market tour for a countryside project, these who could afford a limited edition of Bentley was not necessarily Yibo. His heart inexplicably touched when he saw that same car in his memory by the river.

Three years, after three whole years, he still couldn't forget him.

Zhan turned around, and couldn't hide the disappointment and despondency on his face.

...

Yibo stood in the crowd, the impatience in his deep eyes became more and more obvious, and he fiercely glared at Zanjin, who was following him to take notes.

Zanjin looked up and froze, then he quickly turned back to direct his bodyguards to disperse the congested crowd.

Ayuan held Yibo's large hand, and his exquisite and beautiful black eyes glanced inadvertently outside the circle of people that had finally opened up the way. But suddenly, he released Yibo's hand and ran forward.

Zanjin pulled him from behind in time, but Ayuan turned back and haphazardly hit his legs, as his small face kept looking at Zhan, who had walked into the markert on the other side. Zanjin squatted down to put Ayuan in his arms, but he was suddenly punched in the eye by Ayuan's small fist..

Ayuan's temperamental character was just like his father!

Yibo stepped forward and looked askance at his son in a condescending manner, asking in a cold voice, "What's going on?"

Hearing his voice, Ayuan got a little quieter, and his eyes opened wider, "I saw my mom!"

Yibo was stunned.

He stopped and scooped up Ayuan with one hand, striding in the direction he pointed, and a group of bodyguards saw them and rushed to follow, but Yibo turned around and yelled angrily, "Don't follow me!"

If Zhan was really here, he would be scared and run away immediately when he saw this scene.

He stared back at his son sitting on his arm, "Are you sure it is your mom?"

Ayuan nodded firmly and said in a childish tone, "It's exactly the same as the picture Daddy's been looking at."

Yibo's heart was inexplicably touched, the bottom of his eyes flashed with awkwardness. He moved fast forward, and eyes kept searching around.

Zanjin followed him, "Who are you looking for? I'm sending extra men to search...."

"Zhan!"

Yibo shouted out his name menacingly, his shadowy eyes anxiously sweeping back and forth throughout the marketplace, but he did not see the familiar figure.

Zanjin hesitated for a moment, nodding. He understood his intention of not letting his bodyguards follow up, and then he joined Yibo for the searching.

But they walked around the market for a long time, but didn't even find a shadow, let alone a living, breathing human being.

Zanjin sighed lightly and looked at Ayuan, "Ayuan is growing up and knows to look for his mother. Three years ago, Mr Zhan left with your young daughter, and there was no trace at all in three years. How could he appear in such a small countryside?"

Yibo's footsteps stiffened, his eyes filled with gloom. He lowered his head to stare closely at Ayuan, and Ayuan was instantly frightened by his intense gazes. He was so scared that he hurriedly lowered his head, his tiny shoulders shrinking.

Yibo turned his head, his eyes swept the marketplace once again, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile. He said with sarcasm, "Zanjin, am I an idiot?"

Zanjin looked up and replied seriously, "You are one of the most powerful people I've ever seen in this world. Although Mr. Wang Qiren is still holding a grudge against Zhan, I believe you will be able to take the reins of the Wang family and no one will threat you again."

Yibo sneered to himself, Powerful?

Was I so powerful that I failed to find my wife and daughter in three years?

Let him leave with hatred for me and disappear from this world completely?

He walked back coldly without speaking a word, and Zanjin held Ayuan's small hand and followed.

The market inspection went smoothly as Yibo expected. Qiren was attracted to this whole plot of land and its market potential for a long time, so he ordered Yibo to come and inspect it personally. Yibo didn't expect his parents went abroad again at this time, so Qiren simply asked him to bring his son Ayuan along with him.

However, this kid was extremely naughty from the first day. He avoided the bodyguards and escaped to the market when Yibo and his business partners were in the meeting, and Zanjin was busy with writing down Meeting Minutes.

.......

Zhan was standing in front of a vegetable stall, carefully selecting vegetables for his daughter loved. Once he finished, he took the bag and was about to leave, his trousers was suddenly pulled from behind. Zhan turned around and saw an incredibly beautiful little boy.

He looked as older as his daughter, dressed in a black trench coat that didn't fit his age. He had short hair, and stared at him with dark and round eyes all the time.

Zhan mind boggled for a moment.

It seemed that he'd seen those eyes somewhere before.

He bent down and covered his little hand and was about to pull him up, but the little boy clutched his trousers stubbornly and wouldn't let him go.

He looked at him and called out, "Mom."

Zhan's fingertips trembled hard when he touched his hand, and the shopping bag in his hand almost fell onto the ground.

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