After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

When Master Yan and his husband saw their haggard son, they couldn't help but shed tears.

Yan Fulang, in particular, cried so hard that he was heartbroken and almost fainted.

They had assumed that their son had married the woman he loved and that their life would be happy and fulfilling.

But unexpectedly, he met the wrong person and was tormented beyond recognition.

As parents, how can we bear to see our children suffer?

At this moment, Yan Qingzhu slowly woke up, and the family of three embraced and wept bitterly.

Everyone else tacitly withdrew, not wanting to disturb the family reunion.

The sobbing continued that night, until finally it was impossible to tell who was crying.

This scene greatly shocked Lin Ling.

He thought that if he got married in the future and his husband treated him badly, he would immediately run home and his father would definitely seek justice for him.

Wu Ren poked Lin Ling's cheek. "Little idiot, what are you thinking about?"

Lin Ling covered her face. "I'm going back."

"I send you."

Lin Ling responded softly, "Mm."

After saying goodbye to Uncle Qian Yuan, he left the Zhao residence without saying a word the whole way.

As he approached the door, he looked up and, by the light of the lantern in front of the door, gazed at Wu Ren.

The sky was dark, and he couldn't see Wu Ren's expression clearly. He only felt that the light from the lantern shone through his white hair, making it seem as if it were tinged with gold.

"Where have you been staying all this time?" Lin Ling asked.

Wu Ren thought the little fool's question was really silly. "Of course, you stay at an inn. What, you think you'd sleep on the street?"

Lin Ling pursed her lips, said "Oh," and then said, "Then I'll go back."

Wu Ren nodded.

Lin Ling opened her mouth, wanting to tell him to be careful, but the words of advice stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.

"Forget it," Lin Ling thought resignedly. "Anyway, the man knows martial arts, so he probably won't make any mistakes."

He returned to his room, his head sullen.

With something weighing on her mind, Lin Ling couldn't fall asleep that night.

He held the rag doll, gazing at the moonlight outside the window, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

After hesitating for a moment, he got up, put on his shoes, and ran to his uncle's room to knock on the door.

Su Han's eyes were still half-closed. He had just heard the servant say that the young master had arrived, and before he could even get up, his darling had already crawled into the quilt and was hugging him.

Su Han tucked the blankets up a bit to make sure her precious son wouldn't catch a cold before asking gently, "You're back?"

"Mmm." Lin Ling said sweetly and affectionately, "Daddy, I want to sleep with you."

As the drowsiness subsided, Su Han became more awake and laughed, "How old are you? Still clinging to your little daddy."

Lin Ling mumbled, "I just want to sleep with you."

"Okay." Su Han kissed the boy's forehead. "Go to sleep."

The familiar scent of her father filled her nostrils, making Lin Ling feel warm and sleepy.

He rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, and asked, "Little Daddy, why did you decide to marry me?"

"Hmm? Why did you suddenly ask that?"

Lin Ling said, "Just curious..."

Su Han thought for a moment and realized that her good boy had reached the age where he was starting to feel romantic feelings.

"Is it because you like it?" Lin Ling asked.

Su Han was actually a little embarrassed to tell his story to the child, and he mumbled, "Yes...yes."

Although it started out of gratitude, Yunting... may seem frivolous and dissolute, but he is loyal, righteous, and has a clear sense of right and wrong.

Since being with him, the playboy has never gone out to fool around again.

Although the man had a terrible temper, I never lost my temper with him, and I never even said a harsh word to him.

Su Han felt that it was perfectly normal for her to fall in love with him.

No guy could dislike him.

Even now, it feels like a dream.

Lin Ling snuggled closer to her stepfather, closed her eyes contentedly, and said, "So good."

Su Han asked, "Does our Lingling have someone she likes?"

Lin Ling couldn't answer her stepfather's question because he had already fallen asleep.

"Like a little pig." Su Han affectionately tapped her child's cheek before falling asleep as well.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Southwest Army's main camp, Lin Yunting's eyes were wide open like copper bells.

"What? I'm going to find someone?" Me, a dignified General Zuo, is actually going to do the work of a spy?

He was shocked. "Shouldn't this be Lao Si's job?"

Assassination, infiltration, and espionage are the responsibilities of the special team of talents under Lao Si.

"I think you should know that Yuntang is on vacation and has taken Beizhen to the Northern Border." Zhao Lang coughed. Although it was a bit of a waste of talent, there was still some personal motive involved.

He received a message from his husband via carrier pigeon yesterday. His husband specifically requested the person, so how could he refuse?

Lin Yunting took a deep breath. "Alright, who should we contact?"

Zhao Lang said, "A child went missing near Hatoyama."

"Could they be relatives from Brother's side?" Lin Yunting asked. "Don't Atu's tribe have some kind of insects that can track people down? Do we really need to get involved?"

Zhao Lang said, "It's a child who went missing eight years ago, and he should be around nine years old now."

"Disappeared in Hatoyama eight years ago." Lin Yunting pondered these words repeatedly. "Wait, I don't quite understand what you mean, kid. Eight years ago, Hatoyama?"

There's no way you'd find it then; the remains might have already been devoured by wild animals in the mountains.

Zhao Lang coughed again. "This matter is also related to Lingling."

Lin Yunting, who was about to jump up in anger, immediately became obedient. "Commander, explain in detail."

"Qian Yuan said in her letter that a man had deceived Ling Ling's feelings—"

Before Zhao Lang could finish speaking, Lin Yunting rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'm going to kill him!"

Swearing, swearing, so much swearing.

Zhao Lang: "...Calm down first."

"Please continue." Lin Yunting wore an honest but eerie smile, giving one the impression that he was about to make a move at any moment.

"Lingling is clever; she noticed the clues early on, and that man didn't succeed." Zhao Lang recalled what his husband had said in the letter. "The child who went missing in Hatoyama is that man's."

Lin Yunting nodded knowingly, "Understood, I'll go kill him to silence him right away."

Zhao Lang suffered a heart attack.

It's really hard to have an impulsive subordinate.

"That man is no good. Not only did he abuse his husband, but he also abandoned his own flesh and blood in Hatoyama. Lingling sympathizes with the husband's plight, so she wants to help find his child."

Lin Yunting briefly regained his composure. "Is it our Lingling who wants to find that child?"

"Hmm," Zhao Lang said, "Although the chances are slim, let's still look carefully, so Lingling won't be too upset."

Lin Yunting clasped his hands in a fist salute, "Your subordinate obeys."

Hatoyama is not considered dangerous; hunters with some martial arts skills can move freely in the mountains.

However, since the person who lost the money was a child who couldn't even speak yet, they couldn't be compared.

Any danger is deadly for a child; this child is in grave danger.