The Wang's Group's fleet marched slowly on the country road. Zanjin had dismissed the driver and drove the car carrying Yibo and Ayuan himself.

He took a glance at Yibo in the rearview mirror, who was wearing earphones in an unruly expression, listening to his assistant reporting from the headquarter some financial report and the progress of the project.

Zanjin hesitated for a while, then said, "Mr. Yibo, there is something I need to tell you."

"Go ahead!" Yibo glared at him impatiently. He just hated dilly-dallying.

Zanjin took a deep breath, and spilled out what he had been dithering as quickly as he could. "I saw Mrs. Wang when I was looking for Master Ayuan in the market."

"What?" Yibo leaned forward and grabbed Zanjin in the driver's seat.

Zanjin immediately lost control of the steering wheel and had to brake suddenly. With no time to react, the car behind crashed on, causing an accident on the road.

Ayuan hid in Yibo's arms in time, safe and sound. Meanwhile, Yibo still clung to Zanjin, eyes piercing him. "Who did you say you had seen?"

"Mrs Wang, Mr Zhan, Master Ayuan saw him clearly..." Zanjin stammered.

"Where is he now?"

"I have asked someone to follow him, and found that he drove into the largest old house in the village. I'll text you the address right away."

The next second, Yibo got out of the car and walked to the driver's seat. He grabbed Zanjin out of his seat, and then got into the car. He hugged Ayuan to the seat beside and buckled up, Yibo drove out of the fleet, turned back and sped forward.

Ayuan asked him with his big and round eyes, "Daddy, are we going to find mommy?"

Yibo drove on furiously, his eyes burning, "He's not going to escape from me this time!"

The extravagant car, which drove along rows of ranch houses, declared the dignity of its owner in a condescending way.

Most of the villagers, who had rarely seen such a luxurious car, paused their work to appreciate it in twos and threes. Seeing the car stop in front of Zhan's courtyard, they hissed as if they knew what would happen.

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In the yard, Zhan was hanging the dress he had just changed for A-yue. Although Nanny Daisy was responsible for the housework, A-yue was so naughty that Daisy had to watch her all day. So, he washed and hung his daughter's clothes himself.

Yibo burst into the courtyard in rage and spotted Zhan, who was facing him sideways, totally unaware of what was happening.

Breeze brushed Zhan cheeks, blowing a strand of his hair up. His flawless face looked even more beautiful at this moment.

His look hadn't changed much in the past three years, but what the hell was he wearing? A cheap raggedy trousers with an apron?

He had the guts to run away, but couldn't he afford himself a better life?

Gritting his teeth, Yibo called out his name, stressing each syllable.

"Xi-ao-Zh-an."

Hearing the low, harsh voice, Zhan dropped the clothes in his hands. Turning his head slowly in shock, he met the furious black eyes and his face got pale instantly.

Before he could escape, Yibo dashed to him, clutching his hand and pushing his body against the wall.

Yibo glared at him and said slowly, gritting his teeth, "I've finally found you. And this is how you treat my daughter? Living in this shitty hellhole, suffering with you, for three years?

Zhan, you got a lot of balls. This time, don't think I'll let you off the hook!"

Then, he grabbed Zhan arm, trying to drag him out, but Zhan struggled desperately.

Zhan shouted with a frown, "Psycho, you have the wrong person. Let me go!"

Ignoring Zhan struggle, Yibo turned around, hooked his hand to the bend of Zhan leg, and then carried him on his shoulder. Both of his arms pressed firmly on Zhan fidgeting legs to suppress them.

Zhan screamed out of fear, "Help.........

Yibo simply ignored him and walked out furiously.

Suddenly, a tall figure stood in his way. His deep eyes looked at Zhan struggling on Yibo shoulder, "Mr. Yibo, please let go of my fiancée."

Yibo's angry face froze, and even Zhan stiffened when he heard Sehun's gentle voice.

Yibo dropped Zhan from his shoulders, but Zhan soon fell onto the ground as his feet got limp.

Sehun rushed forward and took him into his arms. He checked with concerns if Zhan had sprained his ankle.

Zhan's heart was palpitating with fear. Collapsing into Sehun's arms, he gasped heavily while looking at the hostile Yibo.

Everything was so ironic to Yibo. He stared at Zhan with his piercing cold eyes, "Zhan, you have three seconds to explain this."

"Mr. Yibo, I think you find the wrong person. He is not Zhan. His name is Sean, my fiancée, and we will go back to England for our wedding next month."

However, it didn't work for Yibo. Suddenly, he took a step forward and grabbed Zhan back from Sehun's arms. His large hand clenched tightly on Zhan wrist with the veins popping out. "Explain it to me!"

Tears welled up in Zhan eyes, but He managed to hold them back as he raised his pale face, looking at Yibo in an innocent way. "I don't know you."

Yibo scowled and grabbed Zhan collar to lift him up. while looking at him malignantly. "You have stolen my daughter and disappeared for three years, and now you even have a fiancé? Where is your conscience?"

Irritated by the way he treated him, Zhan stared at him with contempt, "I'm telling you again. I don't know you. You even bully me in front of my fiancé. What a gentleman you are!"

"ZHAN!"

Yibo roared and almost punched Zhan with his clenched fist. Sehun stopped him in a rush and warned Yibo in a calm voice, "Mr. Yibo, that's enough. Or I will protect my wife at any cost."

"YOUR SHIT!"

Yibo kicked Sehun's knee violently. Enduring the pain, Sehun pulled Zhan out of Yibo grasp and shielded him behind his body.

Yibo continued to punch him, and Sehun's face was deflected, wrinkled in pain. Yibo was exasperate and tried to give him another punch, however, Zhan rushed in front of him to shield Sehun.

A strong wind swept across Zhan cheek. Zhan closed his eyes out of fear, but the expected pain did not come.

Zhan opened his eyes and was surprised to see Yibo staring at him like a devil, his fist paused before Zhan cheeks.

Yibo snarled out, "What do you think you are doing?

Do you know my single punch is enough to take you down and keep you in hospital for a week?"

Zhan was gasping and trembling, Struggling with all his might to get his breath back, he looked up and replied indifferently, "So what? He's going to be my husband, and if you want to punch him, knock me down first!"

A hint of shock flashed in Yibo's annoyed eyes. The atmosphere around was suffocating.

He took a step back, glaring at Zhan face. Sehun was protected by Zhan behind his back. Then, Yibo had a malignant smile, "Zhan, this is the second time I have been fooled around by the Xiao Family. And it is not over. From now on, you will pay the price!"

Zhan got confused. The second time? What did he mean?

Then, he ignored Zhan's gaze and looked at Sehun. He said mockingly, "Since you know me, I'm warning you: Never touch my men, even a deserted one; or I will hunt you down!"

Then, he grunted coldly and left with big strides. Ayuan watched Yibo with his head resting on the car window. He shook his head with disappointment. Yibo got more furious by his son's behaviour. He got into the car and sped away.

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