The woman's smile was so bright and captivating that it was impossible to look away at her.

She affectionately linked arms with the man beside her.

The man bore a resemblance to Ji Huaishen, with handsome features, but he possessed a gentler demeanor than Ji Huaishen.

“They were my parents. They died in a car accident when I was twelve years old.”

Unexpectedly, his voice reached Mu Xiaocheng's ears.

Mu Xiaocheng paused, holding the photo album. Twelve years old?

Car accident?

It turns out that what Ji Hanmu said was true.

Ji Huaishen's parents passed away a very long time ago.

"Although the police ultimately filed a case stating that they died in an accidental car accident, but..."

"Their deaths are inextricably linked to Ji Hanmu."

"So although Ji Hanmu is my uncle in name, he and I are true enemies."

He just never had any solid evidence, but Ji Hanmu wanted him dead, and that was the best evidence.

Mu Xiaocheng lowered her eyes, realizing that's how it is.

That's why he had that hateful look in his eyes and that cold-blooded, Satan-like tone when he faced Ji Hanmu.

"So, since Ji Hanmu was the one who harmed your parents, what happened to you after they died? How did you get through it?"

Ji Huaishen felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing her words.

I couldn't help but laugh.

She's just showing concern for him.

“CASO has my father’s loyal subordinates, and they take good care of me.”

Actually, that's not the case.

He didn't tell her the truth.

After his parents were murdered, the twelve-year-old boy lived in constant fear.

Ji Hanmu wanted to take over CASO, and he became his biggest thorn in the side.

Fortunately, several veterans of CASO were still on his side at the time, but...

Ultimately, they were no match for Ji Hanmu's malice and ambition.

Now, recalling those days of being hunted down, forced to become stronger, and the bloody, dark days, Ji Huaishen felt restless and uneasy.

His childhood was unlike any of his peers.

They grew up under the care of their parents and friends.

He, on the other hand, cut through the darkness with swords and spears, treading on flowing blood, and walked step by step to where he is today.

He didn't want to think about those days.

He had too many disturbing memories, which almost caused him to break down and become despondent.

There's no need for her to know about that dark past.

His hands, hanging by his sides, slowly clenched into fists. Ji Huaishen looked up and saw that she was looking at him.

Mu Xiaocheng felt that he was not telling the truth.

Because, judging from his subtle movements and eyes, those days must have been very painful.

Therefore, she did not intend to continue asking questions.

Instead, she moved her lips slightly and said, "Then why did you lie to me in the first place? You said your parents were forcing you to get married. And you even hired two people to impersonate them..."

She pouted in dissatisfaction, feeling like she had been tricked, like a monkey.

"Because I want to marry you."

Ji Huaishen parted his thin lips slightly, his voice firm and resolute.

He didn't want to lie to her, but at the time he really couldn't find a good reason for her to marry him as soon as possible.

He couldn't tell her directly that he had liked her for a very, very long time.

Otherwise, she would think he was crazy.

Or perhaps, she will back down.

She won't accept him so easily; after all, she's been traumatized and won't open her heart to him so readily.

Upon hearing his words, Mu Xiaocheng's eyelashes trembled, and she nervously clenched her fingers.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

"So, when did you start liking me?"