365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife’s A Little Wild
Chapter 1358: Don’t Think of Me as So Cold-blooded

Chapter 1358: Chapter 1358: Don’t Think of Me as So Cold-blooded

"Cat, I loved you even before I knew all the truth, even before I knew you were Ye Zhanxing’s daughter, it was already too late to stop, wasn’t it? Now, no matter what I say, you won’t believe me, will you?"

Dan Hanjie embraced them, mother and son, from behind, looking at his son’s tear-reddened little face, his heart ached just like hers.

"Tingye, how was he saved?"

Qin Youxuan bit her lip, turned to look at Dan Hanjie, "His eyes..."

"The cornea suffered minor burns, but he has already been checked by Diwu Zexuan, and we’ve taken medicine to apply. He will need regular check-ups in the future." Dan Hanjie’s long fingers poked the little guy’s cheek.

Seeing him smile, he couldn’t help but curl his lips as well.

"Cat, we still have our son, he can’t live without you."

"..."

A sting pierced Qin Youxuan’s heart, and tears streamed down.

Once, hearing such words would have filled her heart as if it were poured with honey.

She had a husband who loved her and a lovely son.

But now, the person she loved most had killed the person who was closest to her, and her beautiful dream had turned into a nightmare in an instant.

"Yeah, we still have a son. When you pulled the trigger on my father, did you ever think that one day Tingye would grow up and ask you where his beloved grandfather went? How will you tell him that you killed my father with your own hands?"

Qin Youxuan spoke every word deliberately, her resentful gaze fixed on Dan Hanjie.

"..."

Dan Hanjie’s arm tensed, and he sheepishly let it down.

The bewitching "eyes" flickered slightly but made no reply.

Qin Youxuan didn’t argue with him either; instead, she focused on comforting the little one in her arms.

"Knock knock—"

"Mr. Jie, the steward from the Ye Family has arrived. Mrs. Ye has asked the young madam to return to the Ye Family to prepare for Mr. Ye’s funeral arrangements," Yao reported respectfully from the doorway.

"..."

Dan Hanjie said nothing, instead his gaze turned to Qin Youxuan.

Hearing the phrase "funeral arrangements," Qin Youxuan’s eyes instantly reddened.

Holding back her tears, she picked up her sleeping son and turned toward the door to leave.

Dan Hanjie stepped forward first, his towering figure blocking her path.

"I won’t stop you if you want to mourn Ye Zhanxing, but Tingye can’t go."

"He’s his own grandfather!" Qin Youxuan looked up at him, astonishment and anger flooding her eyes.

"Tingye’s eyes have been irritated by intense light; he now can’t be exposed to strong light. The Ye Family’s funeral will have no reporters? Are you sure you can bring him and attend the funeral without any harm?"

Dan Hanjie gripped her shoulder, his fingers exerting some force.

"Don’t think of me as so heartless."

"Aren’t you heartless? Have you forgotten who’s responsible for my father’s body being beyond recognition?" Qin Youxuan scoffed, turned around to lay little Tingye on the bed, and when he cried out in panic, she quickly patted his little chest soothingly.

Her long fingers traced over her son’s still-reddened eye corner, the pain in her heart was immeasurable.

She bent down to kiss her son’s little cheek.

"I’m sorry, mommy didn’t think it through, almost making you take a risk. When your eyes are better, mommy will take you to see grandfather, okay?"

Qin Youxuan sobbed as she finished speaking and without another glance at Dan Hanjie, she left.

Even as her figure disappeared, Dan Hanjie remained standing still.

His gaze fixated on the direction she had left in.

"Mr. Jie, why don’t you tell the young madam that when you fired your gun, there was no other choice, Mr. Ye did it to save the young master; it’s not at all what the young madam imagines."

Yao couldn’t help but speak out in discontent.

His words had barely fallen when Dan Hanjie shot him a sidelong glance.