Although Mrs. Fan knew that Ye Cuihua had a cousin, she had only met him a few times, so she did not realize that the child in her arms looked so much like Ye Qian'an.
But when Fan Ting saw the child in his wife's arms, he rolled his eyes and almost fainted. At that moment, he seemed to suddenly understand why Ye Cuihua, a girl from a small town, would marry him. She was taking advantage of him.
Having figured all this out, Fan Ting felt his blood rush to his head, rushed into the room, and slapped Ye Cuihua hard across the face.
"You slut, whose child is that...?"
No one knows how much force Fan Ting used, but he still managed to make blood flow from the corner of Ye Cuihua's mouth.
Ye Cuihua was already pale, and now with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, she looked even more disheveled. Hearing Fan Ting's words, a hint of panic flashed in Ye Cuihua's eyes.
However, Ye Cuihua's panic now is not because Fan Ting knows that the child is not his, but because she is worried that if they know that the child is not his, it will be bad for the child.
Ye Cuihua ignored Fan Ting's angry gaze and tried to struggle to get out of bed to hold the child. However, before she could get out of bed, Fan Ting grabbed her hair and then slapped her twice more across the face.
"You bitch, how could your Ye family scheme against me like this? If it weren't for you, I would never have divorced Han Yiyi. I'll smash that bastard to death right in front of you right now..."
At this moment, Fan Ting was already blinded by rage. After pulling Ye Cuihua off the bed, he turned around and wanted to go to the yard to pick up the child, thinking of throwing the child to his death in front of Ye Cuihua.
Before he could even leave the room, he heard his mother's scream. Fan Ting rushed out and saw his mother lying on the ground covered in blood.
Before they arrived, the man from Nangong Yuan's faction knocked Ye Qian'an unconscious, gave her a beating, and then dumped her at the Fan family's gate.
When Ye Qian'an woke up, she heard Fan Ting's angry roar and the sound of slapping Ye Cuihua in the courtyard.
Without thinking, he picked up a stick and rushed in. But as soon as he entered the yard, he saw Granny Fan holding the child and throwing him to the ground.
It turned out that Granny Fan had also heard what Fan Ting was saying in the room. She was worried that her son would be affected in his future career by throwing the child to his death, so she decided to help him throw the child to his death herself.
When Ye Qian'an saw the child being held high by Granny Fan, his heart sank. He rushed over, snatched the child away, and then hit him with a stick, causing his head to bleed profusely.
When Fan Ting saw Ye Qian'an holding the child in the yard, and then saw his wife lying on the ground, his eyes turned red, and without thinking, he rushed towards Ye Qian'an.
Fan Ting was a weak scholar, and his previous injuries had not fully healed. He was no match for Ye Qian'an. Before he could even get close, Ye Qian'an kicked him to the ground.
However, Ye Qian'an had no time to teach the Fan family mother and son a lesson. Instead, she carried the child and rushed into the room.
When Ye Qian'an saw Ye Cuihua lying on the ground, her face pale and blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, she felt as if her heart had been stabbed. She first put the child in her arms aside, and then carefully carried Ye Cuihua from the ground to the bed.
At this moment, Ye Cuihua, who was originally filled with despair, burst into tears the moment she saw Ye Qian'an.
She gripped Ye Qian'an's hand tightly, as if she had grasped the last straw.
"Brother Qian'an... I thought... I would never see you again..." Ye Cuihua's voice trembled, her breath barely a whisper.
Hearing Ye Cuihua's weak voice, Ye Qian'an felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Ye Cuihua's mouth, softly comforting her, "Cui'er, don't be afraid, I'm back, everything will be alright."
Ye Qian'an turned to look at the child beside him, his and Ye Cuihua's child, his eyes filled with love.
“Cui’er, I’m taking you and the child away from here. We’ll find a place where no one knows us and start a new life…”
During his time in prison, Ye Qian'an realized that he no longer wanted wealth or fame. From now on, he only wanted to give Ye Cuihua and their child a peaceful and ordinary life.
Upon hearing Ye Qian'an's words, Ye Cuihua's tears fell again. She propped herself up and nodded vigorously.
However, before leaving, there was one more thing he wanted to do, so he said softly to Ye Cuihua.
"I'll rest for a bit, then I'll go tidy up. I'll be leaving soon..." he said, picking up the stick and turning to leave the room.
Fan Ting was kicked by Ye Qian'an and couldn't get up for a long time. After struggling to get up, he stumbled and rushed to the kitchen to get a knife. He wanted to kill that adulterous couple and that bastard child.
Just as he came out with his knife, he saw Ye Qian'an standing in front of him with a stick in his hand. So Fan Ting, his eyes bloodshot, swung his knife and slashed at him, shouting as he did so.
"I kill you……".
Seeing this, Ye Qian'an's eyes were full of disdain. With a simple sidestep, he dodged the knife that was being swung at him. Then, he turned around and kicked the man in the lower back, sending him sprawling to the ground. The knife in his hand was also thrown away.
Before Fan Ting could get up to pick up the knife, Ye Qian'an stepped on his back, then grabbed his hair and slapped him across the face several times. Blood immediately flowed from the corner of Fan Ting's mouth, showing how much force Ye Qian'an had used.
This is why Ye Qian'an saw the blood at the corner of Ye Cuihua's mouth and the red, swollen handprint on her face, and thought of letting Fan Ting also taste the feeling of being slapped.
Looking at the man lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, Ye Qian'an's eyes were full of contempt. Back then, it was because the man's facial features were similar to her own that she was willing to change her face later. In addition, the man was greedy and cowardly, so she handed Ye Cuihua over to him first.
I never expected that such a thing would dare to hit his Cui'er and even think of killing his own child.
Ye Qian'an was a ruthless person to begin with, and now he was getting angrier and angrier the more he thought about it. If he wasn't worried about killing someone and alerting the authorities, making it difficult for him to get away and making it impossible for him to live a peaceful life with Ye Cuihua in the future, he would definitely have taken Fan Ting's life.
But even if he wasn't killed, Ye Qian'an wasn't going to let him off easily. So, the next second, he swung the stick in his hand and struck Fan Ting's leg hard. With a crack, Fan Ting's leg, which hadn't been broken for long, was broken again...
Unable to bear the pain, Fan Ting fainted.
Looking at the two people lying in the courtyard, Ye Qian'an snorted coldly, threw away the stick in his hand, and then turned around and went back to his room.
Inside the room, Ye Cuihua held the child, her eyes filled with loving and happy smiles. Ye Cuihua packed only a few things, and the three of them left Zhushan Village overnight.
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