Chapter 2 The Ex-Wife Died

Five years later.

Yin Hehe glanced at the "Sheng Mansion" plaque hanging above the old house, her knuckles grown pale from clenching, and at last, walked up with her child.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Who is it?"

Footsteps came from inside...

Before long, the mother and son standing at the front door saw a servant open the door and come out.

"Hello, I am a nanny hired by Miss Yin from France. She passed away recently after a serious illness and entrusted me to bring this child here."

Yin Hehe gave a brief introduction, and with a side motion, she pushed the boy standing next to her forward.

Indeed, this was the reason for her return.

After she had left, she indeed fell pregnant not long after and gave birth to boy-girl twins.

But unexpectedly, she soon discovered that her son had an abnormal hematopoietic function, which, after examinations, she learned was due to that despicable man who kept using drugs on her.

And now, she had no other options left.

The servant was dumbfounded.

She stared at the plainly dressed stranger at the door, her face both dark and thin, as if struck by lightning.

"Madam, something big has happened..."

Eventually, the servant turned and ran inside.

"Mommy, your face changing technique is really good!"

The cold and handsome Cen Bao, upon witnessing this scene, coolly nodded in approval with his beautiful gem-like curved eyes fixed on his mommy.

Yin Hehe let out a bitter laugh.

How else could she protect him without disguising herself like this? And how else could she safely bring him back?

Before long, the whole Sheng Family was in an uproar!

In the city center.

The towering Sheng Corporation Building.

Soon enough, Sheng Siyuan, who was in a meeting, heard the news, and abruptly, he stopped and turned to glare at his secretary.

"Who did you say has come back?"

"...It's the young master, brought by a nanny, saying... Your ex-wife has passed away from a serious illness, and now there's no one to take care of the child, so he was brought back here."

Secretary Chen Xiaosen carefully communicated this information.

There was a deathly silence.

The conference room seemed to freeze suddenly, and the man's expression turned ominously still, reminiscent of the calm before a storm.

...

About twenty minutes later, at the Sheng Mansion.

A black Bentley roared in like a ferocious beast, halting abruptly as it reached its destination. The car door opened, and a man, radiating menace, stepped out.

"Young master, you've returned."

Sheng Siyuan's expression was unreadable.

He was scholarly in appearance, with a high nose supported by gold-rimmed glasses, his skin clear and fair, giving off an impression of a gentle and refined gentleman.

But in fact, those familiar with him knew the refined exterior hid a frighteningly demonic visage.

Sheng Siyuan entered.

Indeed, just as he reached the garden, he could hear bursts of laughter and jovial banter coming from the living room nearby, intermixed with the innocent voice of a child.

"My precious grandson, tell grandma your name?"

"Sheng Chenhao, grandma."

"Chenhao? That's a good name; bright and vast like a multitude of stars, and with our family name, it's excellent. Your mother was thoughtful in choosing this name."

Even from across the hallway, the sound of the grandmother's laughter could not be contained.

Sheng Siyuan's expression grew increasingly dark.

Sheng Chenhao?

That must be a name she came up with on the spot; that woman dared to disappear on him, and yet this child bears the Sheng surname?

He strode forward.

"Hello, may I bring these in?"

By coincidence, just as he reached the entrance to the living room, a woman dressed in very cheap and simple clothes also arrived.

She was carrying an old luggage bag in her hand.

Sheng Siyuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at this strange woman, whose face was dark as if sickly, a strong sense of disgust had already arisen in his eyes.

"Are you that woman's caretaker?"

"Ah?"

Yin Hehe, who was about to send her son's luggage, was stunned when she heard this voice, and then there was a loud "buzz" in her head.

She lifted her head to look at this man who had suddenly appeared and was at a complete loss.

He had finally returned?

Still as handsome and good-looking as ever, his complexion was excellent, and with the passage of time, his temperament had become even more domineering and frosty, every move he made exuded an air of arrogance.

It seemed that he had lived very comfortably these past few years.

A sense of mockery crossed the depths of Yin Hehe's heart, and slowly, she calmed down.

"Yes, sir, my name is Han Lina. I have been looking after Miss Yin's child. Here are my credentials."

She calmly took out her documents.

However, this man showed no interest in these things, once he confirmed that Yin Hehe was indeed the caretaker.

Suddenly, the coldness behind his glasses flared up.

"She's already dead, isn't she?"

Yin Hehe's heart suddenly "thumped."

The inevitable had finally arrived.

"Mr. Sheng, I don't understand what you mean. Miss Yin passed away only recently, and here is something of Miss Yin's. If you do not believe it, you can take this and have it checked."

She hurriedly bent over to open the luggage bag and then took out a small glass bottle from inside.

Sheng Siyuan's icy gaze narrowed.

"What is this?"

Yin Hehe's expression was calm: "It's Miss Yin's ashes. I brought some back especially so that the leaves can return to their roots."

"..."

The entrance fell eerily silent.

In this moment, the man stood under the scorching sun, staring intently at the small glass bottle, his eyes so bloodshot they were as sharp as a hawk's, as if he was about to identify the ashes in the bottle at any second.

When he had rushed to the hospital back then, he heard that the woman's body had already been taken away; he had almost refused to believe that she was dead.

But unexpectedly, five years later, she was playing this trick again!

His finger joints emitted a terrifying crack...

Yin Hehe shuddered suddenly.

The ashes definitely weren't hers; they were the cremated bones of Youyou's small dog that had died and, incidentally, had been placed inside the luggage bag by the little girl.

She had not expected them to come in handy.

This dreadful silence probably lasted for a little over a minute, until the man finally averted his gaze.

"Lucky for her! What exactly is his illness?"

"Congenital hematopoietic stem cell disorder. According to Miss Yin, the cause of this disease was Mr. Sheng's problem from years ago."

Upon hearing those first few words, Yin Hehe's tightly clenched fists almost drew blood from within the confines of her palms.

She had anticipated his lack of reaction to her "death."

Yet his cruelty, going so far as to refer to it merely as "lucky," exceeded her expectations. She had only faked her death, but now, upon actually hearing the news of her demise, he responded with just "Lucky for her"?

Cynicism filled Yin Hehe's eyes.

Unexpectedly, just after these words were spoken, the man who had just been fooled immediately turned his head back fiercely.

"My problem?"

He was clouded with a layer of sinister and fierce hostility once again.

"What problem of mine? Was it me who made her pregnant? She wanted this child, and what was her purpose in approaching me? And now she dares to accuse me? Is she playing the whore while setting up a shrine?"

He had actually stooped so low as to hurl such vile words.

In an instant, Yin Hehe felt a tremendous sense of insult welling up from deep within, and she finally grew angry!