How many loves can be relived in the story of a devoted CEO pursuing his wife?

"Lanlan?!"

Xie Xue sprang to her feet, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a piercing shriek. A glance at the sofa revealed the nanny, who had just put the child to sleep; her expression had changed, and she instinctively pulled the child closer to her.

An ominous premonition instantly gripped her heart!

There was only one waiter in the private room, and two bodyguards guarding the outside. Lin Lan must have been incredibly reckless to barge in.

Unfortunately, both her husband and son are physically disabled. Damn it!

"mom……"

Xie Xue stared intently at the woman who was trembling with every step, her brows furrowed in a deep knot: "Who let you in? Are all the bodyguards dead?!"

Lin Lan blinked, and a tear fell onto the gleaming teak floor, leaving a shallow stain that disappeared in an instant.

She pursed her pale lips and looked at Lin Zhicheng: "Dad?"

Lin Zhicheng's hands on the armrests of his wheelchair tightened suddenly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and finally only a barely audible sigh remained.

He turned his head. At the head of the table, the man's lower body, covered by his suit trousers, remained motionless. His slender fingers steadily gripped the handle of his glass, and his expression was calm.

Lin Lan followed him timidly, took a deep breath, and said in a weak voice, "Brother..."

"Get out." Lin Xuedong looked up, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow. His voice, though not loud, was like an icicle striking the air, making the already suffocating silence in the private room even more oppressive. "Who let you in!"

The tea spilled from the bone china cup onto the table, sloshing around violently. He gave the startled waiter a meaningful look.

Just as the waiter tiptoed to the doorknob, there was a muffled thud behind him.

She turned around and saw the woman kneeling in front of the dining table, like a mother beast forced off a cliff, her face full of despair that made her heart clench.

"Brother, I really know I was wrong, please... forgive me."

Lin Zhicheng was getting restless, his withered hands fidgeting on the armrest. He was about to speak when Xie Xue glared at him, stopping him in his tracks.

Xie Xue walked around to Lin Lan's side, the sound of her high heels hitting the floor like a hammer blow to the heart: "A Dong told you to get out, didn't you hear me? Why do you have to embarrass yourself here?"

These words struck Lin Lan like a whip, causing her to slump forward. She finally burst into tears, her hands gripping the cold floor, her knuckles white as she clenched her fists. "Waaah... Mommy, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please... please don't use Lanlan..."

“These past few days… I haven’t stopped thinking about you…” Her voice trembled like a candle flickering in the wind, “I was an unwanted orphan, it was you who took me back to the Lin family and gave me a good life… I shouldn’t… I really shouldn’t have…”

As Xie Xue listened to her pale confession, her fingertips unconsciously curled up.

She heard the soft sound of a wheelchair rolling over the ground nearby, and she immediately turned her head.

The backrest of the wheelchair made the man appear exceptionally tall and straight, but his legs remained completely still, without any movement.

He didn't lift his eyelids, and the lines of his profile were as cold and hard as ice; not even his eyelashes trembled.

Seeing her son's expression, Xie Xue's nascent wavering instantly vanished. Even if Lin Lan knelt until dawn, there was no chance of a turnaround.

Sure enough, the next second, Lin Xuedong smirked: "You admit you're wrong? How do you plan to prove it?"

Lin Lan froze, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. Her gaze involuntarily slid down to his legs, covered by a thin blanket—beneath them lay the future she had destroyed with her own hands.

The man's eyes were too indifferent, as indifferent as a glass of ice-cold water. There was no impatience, no emotion, but one could clearly see the deep, unyielding disappointment and contempt in the depths of his dark eyes.

“I…” Her breathing became labored, and her hands, which were supporting her on the ground, trembled uncontrollably, her nails almost digging into the cracks in the floor.

"How dare you show your face here?" Xie Xue's brows furrowed tightly. She gritted her teeth and grabbed her, "Who's responsible for A-Dong's current state? Know when to stop!"

However, Lin Xuedong once again pinned her to the spot: "Are you still looking for an opportunity to take revenge?"

Lin Lan's shoulders trembled violently, and her face drained of all color.

She looked at the hand that had smoothed her messy hair countless times, now casually stroking the ring mark on his ring finger. Although the cold light reflected from the ring was no longer there, it still stung her eyes.

"Brother thinks too highly of me." A bitter feeling spread through Lin Lan's heart, and her smile was more like a grimace.

In the past two years, they had tried every means to break up the man and Liu Sisi, but now they have only ended up being kicked out of the house and unable to even keep their children.

She glanced at the child in the nanny's arms, the little one who should have been in her arms, who probably couldn't even remember her scent now.

What other options do I have?

"I have nothing left now,"

She turned to Lin Xuedong, tears streaming down her face, her voice filled with a desperate plea: "The only person connected to the Lin family is Zhiyuan. Brother, for the sake of me risking my life to give birth to him, give me a chance to change..."

“I will stay in France to do volunteer work as atonement, and I will never disturb you and Liu Sisi. I only ask to be able to see the child occasionally…”

They wanted the child, the Lin family bloodline she risked her life to give birth to, yet they wanted her, their birth mother, to fend for herself on the streets of a foreign country.

On what grounds?!

"You have the right to make demands?" Lin Xuedong's voice was icy, each word striking like a hammer blow.

The wheelchair's metal frame rolled across the floor. He leaned slightly forward, his fingertips tracing shallow marks on the control lever: "The child's surname is Lin, but that doesn't mean you can use him as a bargaining chip."

After saying that, his gaze swept lightly over the tear tracks on her face and landed on the child in the nanny's arms. His eyes were devoid of any warmth, as if he were looking at an unrelated decoration.

Lin Zhicheng finally coughed twice, his voice hoarse: "Adong, the child is always innocent..."

“Dad.” Lin Xuedong interrupted him, the coldness in his eyes lessening slightly, but replaced by an unyielding resolve, “When she wielded the knife, she didn’t consider anyone innocent.”

These words pierced her heart like a needle. Lin Lan looked up abruptly, tears mixed with despair streaming down her face: "I was crazy back then! I was blinded by jealousy! But I was atoning for my sins every day in France..."

"Atony?" The man sneered, wheeling himself up to her and looking down at her. "You ruined my legs, killed my and Sisi's child, and now you think you can erase everything with a word of atonement? Lin Lan, you're too naive."

Lin Lan's shoulders trembled violently as she stared at his cold, hard profile, which remained unmoved.

She suddenly realized that her crying and pleading today had been futile from the very beginning.

This brother who used to stand up for her when she was wronged, this home that once warmed her heart, she had long since destroyed with her own hands.

"Brother," her voice was as soft as a feather, carrying the last glimmer of hope, "you really...have you no feelings left at all?"

Her nails dug deep into her palms; she knew she was a joke in his eyes.

I still remember that late night when Liu Sisi chased him to Paris. He was tormented by pain and was barely recognizable as human, but he endured his self-loathing and made her cooperate in the act.

As a result, she drove her car and splashed dirty puddles on Liu Sisi, who was standing in the rain calling for a taxi, trying to embarrass the woman. Little did she know that she herself was already a hundred times worse off than Liu Sisi.

The cold rain in Paris soaked Liu Sisi through and extinguished her last glimmer of hope.

Lin Xuedong finally looked at her directly, his gaze beneath his long eyelashes unfathomable.

He raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the faint ring mark on his ring finger, where he had once worn his wedding ring with Liu Sisi. "Affection?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "It broke when you raised the knife to stab me."

The silence in the private room was almost suffocating.

The nanny unconsciously tightened her grip on the child, afraid of waking the infant in her arms.

The waiter stood frozen at the door, unable to understand Mandarin, yet the deathly silence made him afraid to even breathe.

Lin Zhicheng turned his head away, gazing at the deep night outside the window. A sigh, mixed with the soft creaking of his wheelchair, dissipated into the cold air.

Lin Lan, slumped on the ground, felt as if her heart was being pressed down by a red-hot iron, the heat making her tremble all over.

The tears seemed to have dried up, leaving only a burning, astringent feeling in my eyes, shrouding the world in a blood-red mist. The long legs covered by a thin blanket within my sight remained as still as two frozen mountains.

No one knows what kind of turbulent storm is raging in her mind at this moment!

The pampering she had squandered, the family affection she once thought would never disappear, have now all turned into heartbreaking fragments.

She was once the Lin family's pampered little princess, wearing custom-made dresses, sitting in her brother's passenger seat, and even writing in her diary, "I want to be with my brother forever."

Thanks to this favoritism, she became the public relations director of the Lin Group. Every second she stood next to Lin Xuedong when socializing was like a dream.

When she had her first period, Xie Xue personally brewed ginger tea for her, and even though her hands were scalded red, she made sure she drank it all.

Lin Zhicheng always gave her pocket money, saying with a smile, "My little darling has to be pretty."

They spared no effort in arranging her marriage, seeking every possible avenue and making every detail meticulously. Their level of anxiety was no less than their concern for Lin Xuedong, and their actions were filled with doting affection.

But those three out-of-control slashes shattered everything into pieces.

The blade not only slashed Lin Xuedong's leg, but also destroyed the peace and tranquility of his fairy tale, the pride he felt at the party, and even the lingering warmth of the ginger tea.

The cold air crept up the floor, making my bones ache.

The chill seemed to be reminding her that what she had lost was the world that allowed her to be willful for a lifetime.

"Get out! And don't ever show your face again." Lin Xuedong's voice was clearly impatient. He gestured to the waiter with his chin and ordered in French, "Call someone and drag her away."

"No—" Lin Lan suddenly broke down and screamed, her voice as sharp as a torn piece of cloth.

She has nothing left.

Forgiveness is shattered;

The support has been severed;

The whole world has become a barren wasteland!

The nanny was so shocked by her madness that she froze.

She watched helplessly as the woman, like a cornered beast making a desperate last stand, suddenly shook off Xie Xue and pounced on her without regard for anything else.

A piercing, almost deafening scream shattered the silence of the private room, like an icy knife stabbing into everyone's eardrums: "Give me back my child!"