Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 588 - 435. Where are the children ()

If...

If when my parents met, my father hadn’t been married; if when my father wanted to divorce George’s mother, he hadn’t faced obstacles; if when I was born, I hadn’t contracted polio...

If, he too had used countless "ifs" to excuse the world, to excuse his unfair fate, to excuse those who caused his tragedy. If all those "ifs" could truly come true, he thinks he wouldn’t have come to this point, step by step.

He had envied Tang Yanqing, envied any ordinary man in this world. Even without the Ford family background, without being the global chairperson of the Fude Group, without wealth, without intelligence... at least having a healthy childhood, a complete family, normal growing years, a lover he could love and who would love him back, that would be a lifetime of comfort.

But he had none of that. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The many "ifs" he worked so hard for, not a single one turned into reality.

Even such a humble desire, it seemed, Heaven pretended not to hear.

He knew, perhaps since he came into this world, he was destined to be the child forgotten by Heaven and the people of the world.

So over these many years, he dared not trust Heaven, dared not rely on people; he could only grow up alone, only rely on himself for everything, and near desperately fight for everything he wanted.

He thought, perhaps with all he fought to possess, he could offer it to the people he cared about, maybe then they would finally accept him?

Would his mother then come out of her world, realize he had grown up; would his grandfather then finally smile at him, allow him to call out "grandfather"; and his little girl... she could boldly approach his window, then he would open the window, she would hold his hand, and he could pull her inside his window, together basking in sunlight, living happily ever after.

Unfortunately, all his wishes, like those "ifs," turned into dreams, breaking, extinguishing, dissipating.

So at this moment, looking back at the years gone by, the things he had done, he himself couldn’t quite distinguish what was real and what was illusion; what he truly wanted and what merely existed in his imagination.

He was getting a little tired.

The only thought sustaining him to keep moving forward now was the desire for a home. A home for himself, Nian Nian, and Jieyou. As long as the three peacefully stayed together, quietly growing old, that would be enough.

Though this dream has been incredibly tumultuous, he can faintly see its future outline. Therefore, even as exhausted and disheartened as he is now, he wants to make one last stand.

He lightly sighed, reached out to brush back Shi Nian’s sweat-dampened strands: "Since that’s the case, I’ll still keep you nearby. Letting you manage alone, I’m even less at ease."

Shi Nian then smiled in comfort: "Thank you, sir."

He stretched out his arms, yearningly said: "Let me, hug you."

"Sir?" Shi Nian was suddenly startled.

He shook his head sadly: "Don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything. I just want to hug you, like I’m hugging Jieyou."

Only then did Shi Nian hesitantly move over, resting his head on his knee: "Sir, have you found out where Jieyou is? Also, when are you planning to act?"

This question stumped Huangfu Huazhang. Stroking Shi Nian’s hair, he gently closed his eyes: "We’ll find out."

He would later interrogate George, refusing to believe he couldn’t extract Jieyou’s whereabouts from his lips.

Surely George too knew Jieyou was the final card in his hand, so he held his tongue tight, absolutely not revealing Jieyou’s whereabouts, afraid Huangfu Huazhang would find Jieyou ahead of time. But ultimately, a person is flesh and blood, he didn’t believe George could truly risk his life for this secret.

If George continued to stay silent, tonight he would take George’s life!

As the last line of sunset fell, Huangfu Huazhang returned to his room, instructing Xia Zuo to call Tang Yanqing.

Xia Zuo worriedly asked: "Sir, have you really decided to join forces with him?"

Huangfu Huazhang lowered his gaze to his fingers: "...Since the grave I dug for him failed, I might as well use the pit George dug to bury him."

He and George, even their appearances were like one, then George used his schemes, he could also turn and utilize George’s pit.