Chapter 27 The Cost of Facing Danger Alone

Bao Yancheng's footsteps halted, his heart clenched in pain.

How long had it been since Wen Wanzhi had called him that way?

Wen Wanzhi had thin skin, never willing to call him "husband," neither during their time together nor after they got married.

Except when it was just the two of them.

Every time she called him that, it was either coquettishly or pleadingly, which gave the term an ambiguous filter.

Bao Yancheng had a moment of distraction, forcing himself to harden his heart.

He closed his eyes and, with a stride, exited the bathroom.

Sister-in-law Liu and the servants filed in; Bao Yancheng left the master bedroom, locking himself in the study with the back of his hand.

He would not allow himself the slightest bit of soft-heartedness or indecision.

Bao Yancheng stood in front of that wall.

The tragic state of his mother's death ceaselessly reflected in his eyes.

This aged debt, unclear who should settle it, could only be paid by Wen Wanzhi.