“What do you mean she’s gone?!” Han Shen shouted in shock and fury.
“H-Han… President Han?” The person on the other end nearly dropped dead from fright. Wasn’t this Assistant Qin’s number?
“Speak!”
“It—it was a white car. It took Miss away when we weren’t paying attention.”
“Which direction did it go?”
“T3 Terminal!”
Han Shen looked up. They were at T3 right now.
“Car model? Plate?”
“A white Jeep Wrangler, Capital plate, starting with an 8.”
Han Shen scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a white Jeep Wrangler approaching them.
This car…
Looked strangely familiar.
He glanced at the license plate—and couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
“Ah Shen, what did you just say? Who’s missing?” Han Qishan came to his senses and grabbed his son’s arm tightly.
Han Shen was about to answer when the Jeep stopped squarely in front of them.
The car door opened. The first thing they saw was a pointed black high heel. Following up was a pair of perfectly ironed suit pants, tapered at the ankle—modest yet outlining a woman’s graceful figure.
A woman stepped out, bending slightly. Her face wasn’t as youthful as her figure; the corners of her eyes and brows bore the traces of time. Her hair, slightly graying, was meticulously combed into a neat bun.
Han Shen lowered his eyes. “Mom…”
But the woman didn’t spare him a glance. She strode forward in her heels and stopped in front of a dumbfounded Han Qishan. Then—smack!
A loud, ringing slap.
The wind stilled. The air froze. Everything around seemed to dissolve into nothingness.
Han Qishan’s face twisted from the blow, but not a flicker of anger appeared in his eyes. Instead, his gaze clung to the woman’s face, filled with greed and longing, pain and melancholy—until it all melted into infatuation.
“Qingzhi…” he murmured.
Meanwhile, Assistant Qin looked on in a daze, like he hadn’t fully woken up.
What the h*ll?! Who is this woman?
She actually slapped the Chairman?!
And a full-on face slap at that!
Didn’t physically hurt—but the insult was monumental.
Han Shen had known just from the license plate that his biological mother had arrived. He hadn’t even had time to tell the old man before the car door opened.
And then—
Well, this happened.
“Mom, please calm down, I—”
“Shut up.” Shi Qingzhi pulled her hand back and gave him a frosty look. “I’ll deal with you later.”
Han Shen’s scalp tingled. In the end, he could only throw his father a sympathetic glance.
Han Qishan didn’t notice at all—his world was filled with the figure of his ex-wife.
“Qingzhi, why are you in Linhuai? Are you tired? I bet you skipped breakfast again. I—”
“Han Qishan, that’s enough.”
“Qingzhi—”
“Don’t call me by my name.”
“But—”
A single cold glance from her.
The old man immediately shut his mouth. “Okay, okay, I won’t. Just don’t be mad…”
Meek. Pathetic. Pitiful.
Han Shen had seen it all before.
Before the divorce, Han Qishan was the one calling all the shots; after the divorce, he was more submissive than a grandson in front of Shi Qingzhi.
But Assistant Qin had never seen this.
He only knew the Chairman was always stern and short-tempered—someone you had to serve carefully to avoid getting scolded.
So who was going to explain to him what this scene was?!
The slap landed with righteousness, and the recipient didn’t dare complain?
Han Qishan suddenly reached out to tug at the woman’s sleeve, but she swiftly pulled away.
His hand grasped empty air. He stared at it blankly, grief flooding his eyes—as if it might spill over any moment.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. His eyes lit up. “Qingzhi, I have good news! I found our daughter! Turns out, Little Ru has been in Linhuai all these years. She’s a mom now—we’re officially grandparents!”
Shi Qingzhi’s expression remained unmoved.
Han Qishan belatedly asked, “…You already know?”
“You thought you and your son could hide it for long?”
“No, no, no—we weren’t trying to hide it! We weren’t sure yet. We didn’t want to get your hopes up for nothing. So we wanted to check first, then tell you once it was confirmed.”
“And now?” she asked coolly.
“It’s confirmed! It’s her—our Little Ru! She’ll be here any minute. Shen and I will take her back to the capital, so you can visit her at home often…”
He smiled, imagining a blissful reunion.
“Ha…” Shi Qingzhi gave a mocking smile. “Your ‘she’ll be here any minute’—does that mean kidnapping her to the airport? Were you going to force her onto the plane too?”
Han Qishan: “…” His scalp tightened. He didn’t dare speak.
Assistant Qin: “…” Madam, you hit the nail on the head.
No—former Madam Chairman, to be precise.
Yes, he’d guessed her identity by now.
According to company gossip, the Chairman had divorced over twenty years ago and had raised his three sons alone. Everyone thought he’d moved on, living free and easy. But now… it seemed he wasn’t so over it after all.
Han Qishan hurried to deny it: “I didn’t—I wasn’t—you misunderstood! I can explain—”
Shi Qingzhi’s sneer deepened.
He panicked. “Ask Ah Shen! I just want Ah Ru to come home, give her a better life, I—”
“Little Ru,” Shi Qingzhi interrupted, “Come down now.”
As she spoke, two people emerged from the white Jeep.
One was Han Yunru—who had just been rescued from Assistant Qin’s men by the old lady.
The other…
An elderly gentleman, leaning on a cane, dressed in a black long coat over a vest and crisp white shirt. His polished leather shoes gleamed, and he wore a gentleman’s hat. He looked like a nobleman straight out of a classical European painting.
Except… he walked with a slight limp. Though mobile, his movements were a bit stiff—clearly different from a healthy man.
Han Yunru instinctively reached out to support him, but Shi Qingzhi beat her to it, gently taking his arm. Her voice softened: “Why did you get out of the car?”
The old man smiled warmly and murmured something in her ear.
Han Yunru, standing nearby, heard it clearly.
He said, “Don’t be angry. I’ve got your back.”
The old lady’s sharp edges softened instantly.
She gently held Han Yunru’s hand. “Still dizzy? Does your head hurt?”
Han Yunru felt a warmth in her heart. “Uncle Qin gave me medicine. I’m okay now.”
Shi Qingzhi gave Qin Yuancheng a grateful look.
He gently shook his head. Even the wrinkles on his face exuded gentlemanly charm.
Han Qishan, watching this, felt like his eyes were being stabbed.
He exploded, storming toward Qin Yuancheng. “Who told you to come?! Why was Little Ru in your car? Did you kidnap her?!”
“Old Han—”
“Save it! Don’t call me that! Are we close or something?”
Twenty years ago, they weren’t just close—they were best buddies. But once he married Shi Qingzhi, all that brotherhood vanished.
All that remained now was wife-snatching hatred.
“You’ve gone far enough, Han Qishan! You were always the one to twist the facts. And you’re getting worse with age!”
“Qingzhi, I—”
“Your men drugged and kidnapped Little Ru, forced her into a car. If Yuancheng and I hadn’t arrived in time—do you know what could’ve happened?! You already lost her once. Do you want to ruin her again?!”
“I didn’t—wait!” Han Qishan suddenly froze. “You said drugged? Those b*stards used drugs?!”
“What do you think?!” she snapped. “You’d stoop that low with your own daughter? Do you even have a conscience?!”
Han Qishan was speechless. “I didn’t tell them to use drugs, Qingzhi, you have to believe me! She’s my daughter too—how could I bear to hurt her—”
“Lies!” Her gaze was full of hatred and contempt. “I thought you might’ve mellowed with age. Clearly, I gave you too much credit!”
“I swear I didn’t! Ask him—” The old man, nearly in tears, dragged Assistant Qin over. “Tell her exactly what I told you!”
“You… told us to take Miss to the airport…”
“See, I didn’t—”
Assistant Qin added, “At any cost.”
Han Qishan: “!”
Shi Qingzhi: “Hah… despicable!”
“I—”
Just then, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan sped over.
The car stopped. Jiang Da and Jiang Fuyue stepped out…
Qingzhi the grandmother arrives—and her first move is a slap. Oh yeah!
