Chen Fan turned and walked out of the hotel with Han Chunming.
Huangfu Qinyuan watched Chen Fan's retreating back, his murderous intent intensifying.
"Boss, we're just letting him go? What about Madam?" the man beside Huangfu Qinyuan asked in a low voice.
Huangfu Qinyuan's face was grim. How could he possibly stop Chen Fan in this situation?
"Keep this matter quiet. Anyone who dares to spread it will face my wrath!"
"Yes!" the man nodded quickly.
"Also, have someone keep an eye on that kid. He dares to threaten me, I don't mind leaving his life in the capital."
"Yes!" the man replied again.
Huangfu Qinyuan glanced at Long Zhihai and his wife, who were still standing there, furious. He ignored them and walked straight out of the hotel.
After leaving the hotel with Han Chunming, Chen Fan got into an Audi A8.
As they drove, Chen Fan looked at Han Chunming beside him and couldn't help but ask, "Old Han, why are you helping me?"
Han Chunming closed his eyes, resting. "Didn't I just say I needed you to see a doctor?"
"But your health seems fine, and that cough just now, you were faking it, weren't you?"
"Oh? You could tell that?" Han Chunming became interested and opened his eyes to look at Chen Fan.
"Old Han, you should know, I'm a doctor."
"Right, right, right, I almost forgot. You're the doctor who won the Long family's selection." Han Chunming smiled, appearing very amiable.
"May I ask who sent you to help me?"
Han Chunming smiled again but showed no intention of telling Chen Fan.
Knowing Han Chunming didn't want to say, Chen Fan didn't press further.
"Stop the car," Han Chunming said.
The Audi slowly pulled over to the side of the road.
They were already more than ten kilometers away from the hotel.
"Get out, I can only take you this far," Han Chunming said to Chen Fan.
"Thank you, Old Han. I, Chen Fan, owe you a favor. From now on..."
Before Chen Fan could finish, Han Chunming waved his hand. "No need. I saved you to repay a favor. You don't owe me anything."
This statement surprised Chen Fan even more. He wondered who could have the influence to make a figure like Han Chunming owe them a favor.
He also wanted to know who this person who saved him was.
Chen Fan cupped his hands, opened the car door, and got out.
"Kid, people's hearts are wicked. Think more before you act in the future," Han Chunming's voice came as Chen Fan closed the car door.
"Yes, thank you, Old Han!" Chen Fan nodded.
The car door closed, and the Audi started moving again.
Watching the Audi drive away, Chen Fan frowned slightly and looked at a business van parked not far behind them. This van had been following them since they left the hotel.
At this moment, Chen Fan, pulling his suitcase, walked towards a pedestrian street not far away.
The business van behind him followed suit. After entering the pedestrian street, a man got out and followed Chen Fan at a distance, clearly monitoring him.
Chen Fan turned into an alley.
Seeing this, the man quickened his pace to follow.
"Bang!"
The moment the man turned into the alley, his pupils contracted, and he tried to retreat.
But it was too late. Chen Fan's fist met him.
As the man was about to fall, Chen Fan caught him and sat him down on a bench by the alley.
Chen Fan then pulled his suitcase and left, hailed a taxi, and called Da Xiong.
In the southern suburbs, at a private club.
A luxurious room had been transformed into a sickroom.
A woman lay quietly on the bed, connected to various machines. Sunlight streamed through the room's window, illuminating her pale face.
"Zhiyun, after more than twenty years, we finally meet again."
In the room, a middle-aged man wearing a mask sat by the bed, his wrinkled hand gently holding her withered, yellow fingers.
"It feels like everything that happened was just yesterday. I held your hand like this, walking down that small path. You said you loved me, you know? I acted calm then, but inside I was overjoyed. Then, I deliberately kept our distance because I knew your father wouldn't let you marry me, a mere doctor."
"But in the end, I made a mistake. Honestly, I regret it. I regret being with you back then, because if you hadn't met me, perhaps you wouldn't be like this now."
The masked man spoke softly, as if telling a story. Unfortunately, Long Zhiyun, lying in the sickbed, could hear nothing.
"But I've asked myself before, if I had another chance, would I still be with you? My answer is, yes."
"I will find a way to wake you up. This time, no one will be able to separate us, not even Long Guofan."
The masked man continued to talk to himself.
"Have you seen our son? Honestly, he's much more handsome than me. Who wouldn't be, with a beautiful mother like you? He's also become a doctor, and he's much better than me. He's already a renowned divine doctor in Jiangcheng."
"These years, I've been investigating something. I know that what happened to you back then wasn't that simple."
"And the Long and Huangfu families hunting me down, they seem to want something from me. In fact, those families are the most hypocritical. Beneath their glamorous exteriors, you have no idea how dirty they are."
"I still have so much to tell you. Twenty years have passed, and it feels like I can't finish saying it all. You won't find me nagging, will you?"
"I wonder if you'll be scared when you wake up and see me like this now."
The masked man kept talking, sometimes about himself, sometimes about Chen Fan, as if he had endless things to say.
His eyes, which once could strike fear into the hearts of underground overlords with a single glance, now held no ferocity, only peaceful love.
He gently stroked Long Zhiyun's frail cheek. At this moment, a smile finally appeared on the face beneath the mask.
"Bang bang bang."
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in."
The masked man stood up and looked out the window, responding.
The door opened, and a graceful figure entered the room. "Godfather, Chen Fan has arrived."
The person who entered was none other than Song Wenting.
"Let him in."
"Yes!"
Song Wenting then went out. After a moment, Chen Fan appeared at the door.
Seeing Long Zhiyun lying peacefully on the bed, Chen Fan quickly walked into the room.
After observing Long Zhiyun's condition, he was relieved to see that her illness had not worsened.
However, when he saw the masked man in the room, his expression shifted slightly, showing a hint of surprise.