My 24-year-old President's Wife

Chapter 368 Father, Li Chaotian?

"It started 22 years ago, in 1995..."

Ye Wannian's expression was solemn, his voice was very low, and with some painful and terrifying thoughts, he slowly narrated the past that had been buried in his heart for more than 20 years and had never been mentioned to anyone!
In 1995, on the sixth day of the first lunar month, there was heavy snowfall in the outskirts of Zhonghai.

At that time, Ye Wannian was 49 years old, and he was doing Fengshui gardening business with his father Ye Zhong.

At that time, the Ye family was not as powerful as it is now, but it was also a wealthy businessman with millions of assets.

They have a large-scale garden cultivation base in the outskirts of Zhonghai, which is the embryonic form of the Ye family's old house in Zhonghai.

On that day, it happened to be during the Chinese New Year, and all the workers went home on vacation.

Ye Wannian and his father stayed at the base, eating hot pot, when the door of the house was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged couple walked in with a baby in their arms.

"Benefactor, why are you here? Come in and warm your hands!" Ye Zhong was very excited when he saw the visitor.

He was originally a medicine farmer from an ordinary family. One year, he went to the northeast mountain forest to gather medicine, but unfortunately lost his way. It was the man in front of him who rescued him and saved his life.

Later, the man taught him the art of planting trees, which contains profound Fengshui and numerology, which can be tried a hundred times.

Ye Zhong relied on this skill to make a fortune, the man is not only his benefactor, but also his nobleman, his attitude is natural and kind.

The other party didn't say a word, handed the infant baby to Ye Zhong reluctantly, and said lightly: "Raise him to grow up, don't mention this matter to anyone, he will rot in his stomach for the rest of his life!"

Facing the entrustment of his benefactor, Ye Zhong couldn't refuse, and he also knew that if the other party handed over his own flesh and blood to him, he must be in great trouble. He suppressed his doubts and nodded in agreement.

"Brother Tian, ​​let's choose a name for our son!" the beautiful woman said sadly.

The man's eyes were burning, he looked at the crying baby in the swaddle, and sighed: "With the hatred of the dead and the eternal hatred, let's call him Li Huaifeng!"

Hearing this, the corners of the beautiful woman's eyes were crystal clear and moist, she hugged the child reluctantly, took needle and thread, and embroidered the words Li Huaifeng on his swaddle.

"Ye Zhong, I have taught you the law of Fengshui Yangzhai flowers and trees, which can ensure the prosperity of the three generations of your Ye family. I have nothing else to ask but you to raise my child. When he grows up, if he is a dragon, I will tell him Real name, if he does nothing, you should repay my kindness and let him live an ordinary life!" the man instructed.

Ye Zhongwu nodded, and couldn't help but want to ask, but he heard the sound of car engines outside the room, coming suddenly.

"Brother Tian, ​​they are catching up!"

The beautiful woman's tender body shook, her face full of amorous feelings, country hatred, family feud and grief were written all over her face.

"Then let's have a good fight!" The man shouted loudly.

The mountain-like tall figure, with a majestic aura that people dare not look directly at, waved his big hand, only to feel a gust of wind sweeping past his eyes, and the door of the hut opened with a bang.

He was fearless, in the snowflakes all over the sky, his figure was like a giant frost dragon, fighting with the twenty or so people rushing out of the eight cars.

He catches bullets with his bare hands, and his figure is as fast as a whirlwind, as if he is integrated with the heaven and the earth. He has launched a desperate battle with people who speak different languages, yellow, black, white, and brown, and come from different countries.

For more than an hour, it was dark outside.

The man was covered in blood, and with his own strength, he dealt with more than [-] mysterious masters. In the end, he was exhausted. Unexpectedly, this group of reinforcements continued, and more and more masters rushed to him. In the end, the man was knocked down in a pool of blood.

"Brother Tian!" Seeing this, the beautiful woman rushed out desperately, and her strength was also impressive.

However, the tiger was no match for the pack of wolves, and the couple were tied to the car by the gang with icy iron chains that pierced through their wrists and ankles.

At that time, Ye Wannian and his father Ye Zhong were so frightened that they were paralyzed to the ground, feeling that a catastrophe was imminent. The mysterious masters from different countries stormed into the house and grabbed the infant baby.

"Li Chaotian, your clan is about to become extinct, do you still want to fight to the death? Cooperate with us, and I will leave this incense for your clan!" said a white man with pale cheeks but unusually rosy lips.

Li Chaotian looked at the baby in his hand, and the corner of his mouth raised a deep arc, which disappeared in a flash.

"Hehe, you still refuse to bow your head, right? I'll see how hard your bones are. Take them away!"

With a big wave of his hand, the white man took the couple and the baby into the car.

Before leaving, he still did not forget to order: "Burn this place, and leave no one behind!"

The convoy left in a hurry, leaving only three Chinese people, an old man and two middle-aged men.

Ye Zhong and Ye Wannian were trembling with fear, thinking that they were about to die, but saw the old man approaching at a galloping pace, raising his hand to kill the two of them, but a middle-aged man next to him said: "Master, the matter is over. There is no need to kill any more, let them both go!"

Hearing this, the old man pondered for a while, but suddenly waved his hand, and slapped Ye Zhongtian's spirit cap with a palm, knocking him unconscious, then left with a brush of his sleeves, leaving a message: "God has the virtue of good life, watch your mouths, otherwise , your fate is the same as your father's."

That palm turned Ye Zhong into a vegetable, lying on the hospital bed for three years, and finally died of old age.

……

"This is the story of everything about your past!"

Ye Wannian sighed, recalling his father's fate, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Li Huaifeng handed over a tissue, expressed deep sympathy, and said after a pause: "As you said, I have been snatched away by those mysterious masters, why did I appear in the garbage dump on Temple Street? Let me go?"

"The civet cat for the prince!"

Ye Wannian said fiercely: "The baby they took away was not you!"

"What? You saw it taken away by foreign masters with your own eyes. Why wasn't it me? Could it be that there are other babies in your house?" Li Huaifeng asked puzzled.

"I could see clearly at the time that your mother's name was embroidered on the swaddle that wrapped you, but the swaddle they took away didn't have a single word!"

Ye Wannian took a deep breath, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said, "There is a skylight in the house where I live. I checked the scene later, and there is a row of mysterious footprints on the roof. It should be your father fighting with a strongman." During the process, someone sneaked in without anyone noticing and took you away secretly, this may be a plan arranged by your father in advance to hide from the world, maybe even your father didn't know about the arrival of that mysterious person."

"The way to verify the truth of my words is very simple. I remember that there is a faint mark of wolf paws on the baby's back. You can tell it at a glance!" Ye Wannian said.

Hearing this, Brother Feng's heart was shocked, he immediately took off his shirt and fetched a mirror.

There are countless knife scars criss-crossing on his back, most of which are left behind when performing missions, and there is only one, in the center of the back of the heart, a less obvious line, which is born with it.

The fingers of this imprint are long and short, like the sharp claws of a wild wolf.

When he was a child, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was a scar left by a stray cat and dog scratching it in the trash can.

But now, after hearing Ye Wannian's swearing, he no longer has any doubts about the veracity of this story.

If these were not true, it would be impossible for Ye Wannian to know that there was a mark on his back.

The only explanation is that he was there on that snowy night and witnessed the tragedy of his biological parents being brutally taken away by mysterious people.

"Who are my parents? Why do they attract so many enemies?"

Brother Feng asked questions on his own, all kinds of hard-to-find questions filled his brain.

"Maybe my father can know some of the answers, but he later became a vegetable and couldn't speak. All I know is that he was rescued by a benefactor in the Changbai Mountains in the northeast!" Ye Wannian said truthfully.

"Who are the mysterious people who kidnapped my father?" Li Huaifeng asked again.

Ye Wannian shook his head in shame. At that time, he was already frightened by the powerful methods of various masters, and he didn't even remember what they looked like.

"I only know the last middle-aged man who saved my life!" Ye Wannian said coldly.

"Who is he?" Li Huaifeng asked eagerly.

"Lord of the Hongs, Qiu Qiankun!"

22 years ago, Qiu Qiankun was not the leader, but his status in the sect was already very high.

Ye Wannian was grateful to him, if not for what the other party said back then, he might have gone to the underworld to report.

(End of this chapter)