Chapter 8

I hurried back to the neighborhood.

At the entrance of the building, more than a dozen men in black stood in a row.

The neighbors around, climbing the stairs in fear, whispered among themselves.

“What’s going on? Are those gangsters here to collect a debt?”

“Did anyone contact property management? Should we call the police?”

“They said they’re here looking for their wife and kid.”

“Oh, which young couple is it?”

I didn’t dare say they were here for me, and rushed straight up to the third floor.

Just as I reached the door, I saw An’an sitting in a children’s mini sports car, holding a tablet and seriously watching cartoons.

“An’an–”

Before I could finish the sentence, someone hugged me tightly from behind.

Four years away, but Li Zemu still managed to subdue me with ease.

One of his arms wrapped around my waist, the other caging me in between him and the wall.

Then, he swooped down and kissed me, rough and unrestrained…

That kiss was full of aggression, carrying both anger and a chilling coldness.

As if punishing me for leaving without a word all those years ago.

I struggled hard to push him away.

But the harder I pushed, the more fiercely he kissed.

Until An’an shouted loudly next to us, “Mommy, what are you doing?”

“Bad uncle, let go of my mommy!”

An’an climbed down from the car, her small fists hitting Li Zemu’s calf with all her might.

He let go of me, bent down, and picked An’an up in his arms.

When he looked at me again, his eyes were as deep and dark as ink.

He sneered, “You’re finally willing to come back?”

My heart trembled.

Ignoring him, I hurried to take An’an into my arms.

“Young Master Li, please let go.”

He raised his eyebrows, his hands unmoving.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll call the police.”

Luckily, I’d saved the police officer’s contact today.

Li Zemu chuckled softly, as if he’d just heard a joke.

“Go ahead, call them.

“What are you going to tell the police? Isn’t it legal for a father to visit his own daughter?”

He knows?

My face went pale, and I quickly retorted, “Nonsense, she’s not your daughter.”

“Oh? Want me to show you the paternity test right now?”

It’s over.

He came prepared.

Of course, with his power, it would be all too easy to uncover An’an’s parentage.

Caught in a standoff, An’an, sucking on a lollipop, looked at me with wide eyes and asked, “Mommy, this handsome uncle says he’s my daddy, but didn’t you say my daddy was dead?”

“……”