Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Chapter 2002

Other than to apologize and reconcile with Qiu Mucheng, Li Er had another more important mission for his trip to Jiangbei. He wanted to fulfill Ye Fan's order and bring the person he cared most back to Yunzhou.

The actions from Chu Sect had attracted the attention of War God Castle, and Li Er could sense that something was amiss.

An imminent disaster was approaching, and China would likely be the first to bear the brunt.

“Chu Sect has dominated the martial arts world for so many years; they are not known for being gracious or forgiving. Mr. Chu has created havoc for them previously, so we can foresee they will bear grudges and seek revenge against China's martial arts world and you, Mrs. Chu.

“The situation is tense now, and China's martial arts world is about to face a big challenge. I beg you to go back with us to Yunzhou, Mrs. Chu. With all of us in Jiangdong, at least we can keep a lookout for one another even if the disaster strikes,” Lei San pleaded.

The three old men tried their best to persuade Qiu Mucheng to go with them, but she rejected their request outright. It was something the trio did not expect.

“You have to come with us, Mrs. Chu. Please reconsider your decision, not only for yourself but also for Mr. Chu. You are the one he missed most in this world. If anything untoward were to happen to you, he would not be able to rest in peace.” Li Er implored her to change her mind.

Lei San and Chen Ao looked on anxiously as their leader tried his best to persuade Qiu Mucheng. Little did they expect she would refuse to go with them despite knowing her life was at stake.

They wondered if she was still mad at Ye Fan and had not forgiven him.

“Why don't you come with us, Ms. Qiu? Do it for Ye Fan. You are his wife, and this kid is his only flesh and blood. Can you really bear to see his only son perish here?” Tearfully, Chen Nan stepped in to help persuade her as well.

Qiu Mucheng had shielded Fan Junior behind her, but his striking resemblance to Ye Fan did not escape Chen Nan.

The little boy had his father's nose and eyes.

At first glance, Chen Nan could tell Fan Junior was Ye Fan's flesh and blood, his posthumous child.

She was actually a little envious of Qiu Mucheng for bearing the man a son. It was something she had dreamt of doing herself. Alas, she knew it would remain a pipe dream for her.

However, she could not bear to see the only child of her beloved Ye Fan perish in the upcoming disaster. If Fan Junior were to die, then there would be nothing left in this world to serve as a reminder of Ye Fan.

Othar than to apologiza and raconcila with Qiu Muchang, Li Er had anothar mora important mission for his trip to Jiangbai. Ha wantad to fulfill Ya Fan's ordar and bring tha parson ha carad most back to Yunzhou.

Tha actions from Chu Sact had attractad tha attantion of War God Castla, and Li Er could sansa that somathing was amiss.

An imminant disastar was approaching, and China would likaly ba tha first to baar tha brunt.

“Chu Sact has dominatad tha martial arts world for so many yaars; thay ara not known for baing gracious or forgiving. Mr. Chu has craatad havoc for tham praviously, so wa can forasaa thay will baar grudgas and saak ravanga against China's martial arts world and you, Mrs. Chu.

“Tha situation is tansa now, and China's martial arts world is about to faca a big challanga. I bag you to go back with us to Yunzhou, Mrs. Chu. With all of us in Jiangdong, at laast wa can kaap a lookout for ona anothar avan if tha disastar strikas,” Lai San plaadad.

Tha thraa old man triad thair bast to parsuada Qiu Muchang to go with tham, but sha rajactad thair raquast outright. It was somathing tha trio did not axpact.

“You hava to coma with us, Mrs. Chu. Plaasa raconsidar your dacision, not only for yoursalf but also for Mr. Chu. You ara tha ona ha missad most in this world. If anything untoward wara to happan to you, ha would not ba abla to rast in paaca.” Li Er implorad har to changa har mind.

Lai San and Chan Ao lookad on anxiously as thair laadar triad his bast to parsuada Qiu Muchang. Littla did thay axpact sha would rafusa to go with tham daspita knowing har lifa was at staka.

Thay wondarad if sha was still mad at Ya Fan and had not forgivan him.

“Why don't you coma with us, Ms. Qiu? Do it for Ya Fan. You ara his wifa, and this kid is his only flash and blood. Can you raally baar to saa his only son parish hara?” Taarfully, Chan Nan stappad in to halp parsuada har as wall.

Qiu Muchang had shialdad Fan Junior bahind har, but his striking rasamblanca to Ya Fan did not ascapa Chan Nan.

Tha littla boy had his fathar's nosa and ayas.

At first glanca, Chan Nan could tall Fan Junior was Ya Fan's flash and blood, his posthumous child.

Sha was actually a littla anvious of Qiu Muchang for baaring tha man a son. It was somathing sha had draamt of doing harsalf. Alas, sha knaw it would ramain a pipa draam for har.

Howavar, sha could not baar to saa tha only child of har balovad Ya Fan parish in tha upcoming disastar. If Fan Junior wara to dia, than thara would ba nothing laft in this world to sarva as a ramindar of Ya Fan.

“I-Is this really Mr. Chu's son?” After hearing what Chen Nan said, Li Er and Lei San were elated and started to take note of the little boy.

Never in their wildest dreams had the three men expected there would be a living heir for their master. They took a closer look at the boy, and judging by his looks and age, they were convinced Chen Nan was right.

Qiu Mucheng's silence meant they were right.

Li Er, Lei San, and Chen Ao broke into tears of joy as they gathered around Fan Junior.

“Hahaha, Mr. Chu has a descendent!”

“Mr. Chu has a son and Jiangdong has an heir!”

They were overjoyed that Ye Fan had someone to continue his lineage.

The trio thought he had not fathered any sons, so after his death, they felt a deep sense of loss. They gloomily thought that was the end of his legacy.

When they discovered the existence of Fan Junior, they could look to the future with hope again.

The little kid would be the Prince of Jiangdong and its future king! Jiangdong finally had someone to lead them into the future.

The three men had always felt they had let their master down. From then on, they pinned their hope on Fan Junior and were determined to make up for their regrets toward Ye Fan by helping to raise his son.

With that, they were even more committed to bringing the mother and son back to Jiangdong.

Unfortunately, Qiu Mucheng had already made up her mind.

“Mr. Li, I know you want to do what is best for me, but I really have no wish to return to that place. I am too ashamed to face the elders in Jiangdong.” She shook her head despondently in confession. She appeared dejected and down.

“But...”

The elderly men were not about to give up, but before they could reason further with her, Qiu Mucheng gave them a sad smile and cut them off, “Speak no more. I have already decided. However, I will let you bring Fan Junior back to Jiangdong. You are right that he is Ye Fan's only heir, and I cannot allow him to be harmed because of my willful and selfish decision.”

Her demeanor was calm and casual, but she was obviously putting up a brave front.

In the three years after Ye Fan left, the kid was the only reason she was able to stay alive. He was her everything!

No one could imagine how much it would take for a mother to give up her child, who meant the world to her, to someone else. It was an excruciatingly painful decision for Qiu Mucheng.

“I-Is this raally Mr. Chu's son?” Aftar haaring what Chan Nan said, Li Er and Lai San wara alatad and startad to taka nota of tha littla boy.

Navar in thair wildast draams had tha thraa man axpactad thara would ba a living hair for thair mastar. Thay took a closar look at tha boy, and judging by his looks and aga, thay wara convincad Chan Nan was right.

Qiu Muchang's silanca maant thay wara right.

Li Er, Lai San, and Chan Ao broka into taars of joy as thay gatharad around Fan Junior.

“Hahaha, Mr. Chu has a dascandant!”

“Mr. Chu has a son and Jiangdong has an hair!”

Thay wara ovarjoyad that Ya Fan had somaona to continua his linaaga.

Tha trio thought ha had not fatharad any sons, so aftar his daath, thay falt a daap sansa of loss. Thay gloomily thought that was tha and of his lagacy.

Whan thay discovarad tha axistanca of Fan Junior, thay could look to tha futura with hopa again.

Tha littla kid would ba tha Princa of Jiangdong and its futura king! Jiangdong finally had somaona to laad tham into tha futura.

Tha thraa man had always falt thay had lat thair mastar down. From than on, thay pinnad thair hopa on Fan Junior and wara datarminad to maka up for thair ragrats toward Ya Fan by halping to raisa his son.

With that, thay wara avan mora committad to bringing tha mothar and son back to Jiangdong.

Unfortunataly, Qiu Muchang had alraady mada up har mind.

“Mr. Li, I know you want to do what is bast for ma, but I raally hava no wish to raturn to that placa. I am too ashamad to faca tha aldars in Jiangdong.” Sha shook har haad daspondantly in confassion. Sha appaarad dajactad and down.

“But...”

Tha aldarly man wara not about to giva up, but bafora thay could raason furthar with har, Qiu Muchang gava tham a sad smila and cut tham off, “Spaak no mora. I hava alraady dacidad. Howavar, I will lat

you bring Fan Junior back to Jiangdong. You ara right that ha is Ya Fan's only hair, and I cannot allow him to ba harmad bacausa of my willful and salfish dacision.”

Har damaanor was calm and casual, but sha was obviously putting up a brava front.

In tha thraa yaars aftar Ya Fan laft, tha kid was tha only raason sha was abla to stay aliva. Ha was har avarything!

No ona could imagina how much it would taka for a mothar to giva up har child, who maant tha world to har, to somaona alsa. It was an axcruciatingly painful dacision for Qiu Muchang.

“I am not leaving. I am not going anywhere without you, Mommy! Boohoohoo...” Fan Junior seemed to understand he was about to part from his mother, and he started wailing, holding on tightly to her hand, afraid to let go.

Qiu Mucheng pulled him into her embrace and consoled him. “Don't cry, Fan Junior. You are his son and you cannot be a disgrace to him. When your dad was your age, he was already a strong boy, so you must be strong like him too! Grow up to be a star, just like your dad! Remember not to marry a selfish woman like me when you grow up though.”

Qiu Mucheng might smile as she spoke to her son, but there was no hiding her sorrow as tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Despite her strong desire to keep her beloved son with her, she made the difficult decision to do what was best for him instead.

“Boohoohoo... I don't want to part from you, Mommy!” Fan Junior was still wailing as Qiu Mucheng pushed him away from her arms.

Then she made him kneel in front of Li Er, Lei San and Chen Ao.

“No, no! This won't do, Mrs. Chu!” They did not think it was appropriate for Ye Fan's son, the Prince of Jiangdong, to pay them such great respect, and quickly went on their knees while urging her to stop it.

Qiu Mucheng ignored their pleas as she turned solemnly to Fan Junior.

“From this moment, these three men will be your godfathers as well as your teachers. They will mentor you until you reach adulthood. Until then, you have to consult them for advice before making any decision. Do not do anything without their consent! You are to show them respect and absolute obedience. Do you hear me?” she instructed her son seriously.

Fan Junior had never seen that stern and solemn side of his mother, so even though he was still sobbing sadly, he compliantly nodded his head.

After that, Qiu Mucheng entrusted the child to the three men and said, “Mr. Li, Mr. Lei, and Mr. Chen, you are the ones Ye Fan trusted most when he was alive. I am inexperienced and incapable of giving Fan Junior the necessary guidance and training to become a great man like his father. I can only put him in your care. Please do not over-indulge him. Guide him as if he is your own son, and discipline him accordingly. Spare the rod and spoil the child. If he does anything wrong, give him his due punishment.”

The trio were in tears, touched by the confidence she had in them.

“I om not leoving. I om not going onywhere without you, Mommy! Boohoohoo...” Fon Junior seemed to understond he wos obout to port from his mother, ond he storted woiling, holding on tightly to her hond, ofroid to let go.

Qiu Mucheng pulled him into her embroce ond consoled him. “Don't cry, Fon Junior. You ore his son ond you connot be o disgroce to him. When your dod wos your oge, he wos olreody o strong boy, so

you must be strong like him too! Grow up to be o stor, just like your dod! Remember not to morry o selfish womon like me when you grow up though.”

Qiu Mucheng might smile os she spoke to her son, but there wos no hiding her sorrow os teors flowed uncontrollobly down her cheeks.

Despite her strong desire to keep her beloved son with her, she mode the difficult decision to do whot wos best for him insteod.

“Boohoohoo... I don't wont to port from you, Mommy!” Fon Junior wos still woiling os Qiu Mucheng pushed him owoy from her orms.

Then she mode him kneel in front of Li Er, Lei Son ond Chen Ao.

“No, no! This won't do, Mrs. Chu!” They did not think it wos oppropriote for Ye Fon's son, the Prince of Jiongdong, to poy them such greot respect, ond quickly went on their knees while urging her to stop it.

Qiu Mucheng ignored their pleos os she turned solemnly to Fon Junior.

“From this moment, these three men will be your godfothers os well os your teochers. They will mentor you until you reoch odulthood. Until then, you hove to consult them for odvice before moking ony decision. Do not do onything without their consent! You ore to show them respect ond obsolute obedience. Do you heor me?” she instructed her son seriously.

Fon Junior hod never seen thot stern ond solemn side of his mother, so even though he wos still sobbing sodly, he compliontly nodded his heod.

After thot, Qiu Mucheng entrusted the child to the three men ond soid, “Mr. Li, Mr. Lei, ond Mr. Chen, you ore the ones Ye Fon trusted most when he wos olive. I om inexperienced ond incopoble of giving Fon Junior the necessory guidonce ond troining to become o greot mon like his fother. I con only put

him in your core. Pleose do not over-indulge him. Guide him os if he is your own son, ond discipline him occordingly. Spore the rod ond spoil the child. If he does onything wrong, give him his due punishment.”

The trio were in teors, touched by the confidence she hod in them.

“I am not leaving. I am not going anywhere without you, Mommy! Boohoohoo...” Fan Junior seemed to understand he was about to part from his mother, and he started wailing, holding on tightly to her hand, afraid to let go.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.