Chapter 1942: Chapter 1942: Crying Over This?
"Dan Hanxi, I don’t care if you move in, but if you dare to bully my son, I won’t let you off!" Qin Youxuan quickly walked over to the sofa, holding little Tingye.
Nervously checking him over, she only relaxed after confirming the little guy just had red eyes and nothing else was wrong.
She raised her head and looked towards the nanny’s direction.
"Young Madam, it was the young master who wanted Mr. Xi to hold him. He wanted to play with Mr. Xi’s wheelchair, but Mr. Xi didn’t agree, he just held him for a while."
The nanny explained with trepidation.
"Crying like this just over that?" Qin Youxuan weighed the little guy in her arms, casting a disdainful glance.
The little guy immediately felt shy, covering his face with his chubby hands and burying himself into Qin Youxuan’s arms.
"Are you relieved now? If I wanted to do something, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to do it in front of you, but you should indeed be a bit more careful next time. I can’t kill Dan Hanjie, who knows, maybe I would take it out on his son."
Dan Hanxi faintly parted his lips, "With such tiny arms and legs, even without exerting much force, I could break them."
"..."
Qin Youxuan’s body stiffened, her nerves instantly taut.
She glared fiercely at Dan Hanxi.
She felt guilty for wronging him earlier.
Now it seemed he had no good intentions at all.
Qin Youxuan picked up her son and prepared to go upstairs.
As she passed by Dan Hanxi, he suddenly spoke.
"I remember I said before, I wouldn’t harm you, why don’t you believe me?" Dan Hanxi leisurely raised his head, directly meeting Qin Youxuan’s eyes, "You’d rather trust the enemy who killed your father and stay by his side than bet on me?"
"...Dan Hanjie is Dan Hanjie, my son is my son. If anyone dares to touch my son, I certainly won’t let them off!" Qin Youxuan hesitated for a second before speaking.
Her grip on little Tingye tightened slightly, as if holding onto her own lifeline.
"So it seems to deal with you, just grabbing this little guy would be enough. No wonder Dan Hanjie can keep you by his side." Dan Hanxi’s eyes flickered, coldly parting his lips.
"What exactly do you want to do? You brothers clearly want to kill each other, yet you send yourself over to him. Are you seeking death?" Qin Youxuan’s bright cat-like eyes tightened, tentatively asking.
"Are you worried about me?" Dan Hanxi raised an eyebrow, a hint of delight rising in his eyes.
"In my eyes, you and Dan Rong are no different, both deserve to die. I will not worry about you."
"And what about Dan Hanjie? His hands are also stained with blood, even Ye Zhanxing’s blood, yet you worry about him?!" Dan Hanxi snorted, turning his wheelchair, lifting his head to look at Qin Youxuan.
"Tell me, if Ye Zhanxing knew that his own daughter was with his enemy, would he die without peace?"
"..."
"And the child in your arms, he also has Dan Hanjie’s crazed blood running through him. Who knows, one day he might become as crazy as Dan Hanjie!"
"Shut up! I don’t want to hear a word of what you’re saying." Qin Youxuan tightly clenched her fists, gritting her teeth.
Forcing herself to stay calm, she held the little guy tightly, quickly turning around to go upstairs.
Dan Hanxi watched her disappearing figure, remaining still for a long time.
"Did you go to such lengths to move into my place just to play these low tricks?" The tall figure of Dan Hanjie slowly descended from the spiral staircase.
As soon as Qin Youxuan left, he appeared.
