Chapter 822: You Are The Light. You Are Also The Rest Of My Life. (2)
Chapter 822: You Are The Light. You Are Also The Rest Of My Life. (2)
Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
So, it was just as I imagined; he called me over just to steal Hanhan...
Cheng Weiwan didn't even think about it. The second Han Zhifan finished speaking, she exclaimed, "I don't want a cent, because I'll never give you my child."
"Ten million?" It seemed like Han Zhifan hadn't heard Cheng Weiwan's protests and set his own price.
"I told you. I won't give you the child!"
"Twenty million?"
"Quit dreaming! Even if I died, I'd never give you Hanhan!"
"Thirty million?" Han Zhifan gave his third price. Compared to before, he had more to say. "I suggest you consider it. Don't refuse me when I'm showing you face!"
"Han Zhifan, you're the one who didn't want the child in the first place. You have no right now to steal him away!"
"No, right? Don't forget I'm the child's father!"
"But I'm the child's mother!"
"Mother?" Han Zhifan looked like he just heard the funniest joke. The corners of his lips were slightly curled, revealing a mocking smile. However, that smile didn't reach the depths of his eyes. His voice was ice cold and merciless. "My child will have a mother but it won't be you!"
That one sentence felt like a sharp dagger brutally stabbed Cheng Weiwan in the heart...
My child will have a mother but it won't be you...
The meaning behind his words was clear. He wanted the child, but he didn't want her...
Yeah, why would he want her? From the moment he first got close to her, he never wanted her...
To prevent herself from losing her composure, Cheng Weiwan's fingers stabbed her palms. With the piercing pain, Cheng Weiwan forced herself to stay calm as she said, "No matter what, I'll never let you take my child from me!"
"Fifty million. That's my limit!" exclaimed Han Zhifan as he pulled out a cheque. He scribbled on it for a moment then tossed it at Cheng Weiwan.
Cheng Weiwan didn't hesitate at all to bend over and pick up the cheque. Right in front of Han Zhifan, she tore it to pieces. "Let me say this again. The child is mine alone. Nobody can take him away from me!"
It looked like Cheng Weiwan had pissed off Han Zhifan as he suddenly raised his foot and violently kicked the coffee table in front of him.
The force of his kick was so strong that the coffee table slid one meter away before it stopped.
The vase on the coffee table crashed and shattered on the floor.
After it quieted down, Han Zhifan pointed at the door and coldly cried, "Since you're refusing me even when I'm showing you face, get the hell out!"
Cheng Weiwan didn't say a word. She turned around and left.
When she reached out to open the door, Han Zhifan's sinister voice cried out, "Three days. I'll definitely make the child want to return to my side in three days. If you don't believe me, just watch!"
Cheng Weiwan's body gently swayed a little but she didn't look back at Han Zhifan. She pulled the door open and left.
As the doors closed shut, Han Zhifan raised his foot again and violently kicked the coffee table.
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That night, Han Zhifan wasn't the only furious person. There was also Qian Ge, far away in C City.
When Qian Ge returned to her hotel from the Television Awards, she stepped into her room, shut the door, and started smashing things.
The more she smashed, the higher the ball of flames in her heart burned.
She racked her brain to ruin the reputation of the man she loved most just so he would quit dreaming of ever getting the kind of love she could never obtain!