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The one month in the confinement center passed quickly. Although Song Weiyu treated him with cold violence every day, he still happily served the mother and daughter.

She ate small meals frequently every day, but no matter how many meals she had, he would first review them and taste them to make sure they suited her taste before allowing them to be served.

She didn't want to see him, so Han Guanshan carried Song Song around to show off.

But everyone in the confinement center avoided him, thinking he was too wild and didn't look like a good person. Later, when they saw that he was very patient with the baby, a big man who spoke softly, and always asked the teacher for advice on how to raise a child, other mothers started talking to him.

Gradually, he became quite popular in the confinement center.

At that time, Han Guanshan wore long-sleeved clothes to cover his arms full of tattoos during the day in the confinement center.

In the middle of the night, when his mother and son were asleep, he hurried back to northern Beijing to deal with his murder and robbery business.

I come back before dawn and can only sleep for a few hours a day, but I am full of energy and smile every day.

Zhou Qingye said: Brother, you have used up all your life's laughter in this month.

Thinking about it later, it is true.

A month has passed.

Song Song became more and more attached to him and would not fall asleep until he held her in his arms every night.

No one could comfort the stubborn little boy when he started crying, but he would stop crying once he was hugged, and would look at him with tears in his big eyes.

He hugged Song Song and said to her: "Qiqi, I can't bear to die, what should I do?"

Until now, at this moment! Han Guanshan still remembered how cruel she was at that time.

Her eyes were full of disgust, and her cold words were sharper than a knife: "Because of you, I'm beginning to hate this child."

From then on, he didn't dare to hug Song Song again.

No matter how heartbreakingly the baby cried or how he stretched out his little arms to ask for a hug, he gritted his teeth and didn't get any closer.

He knelt beside her bed and asked carefully, "What if the baby cries and refuses to go to sleep at night? What if he is as stubborn as you and gets sick from crying?"

"He has a biological father, so you don't need to worry about him."

"Besides, children have no memory. It won't be long before he forgets you."

When naming the baby, she smiled and gave it to him to do, asking him to write three words by hand: Fu Liansong.

That night, Han Guanshan looked at the neon lights of northern Beijing and asked Zhou Qingye, "Tell me, if I had listened to her and turned myself in, and that incident hadn't happened, would she not hate me so much?"

Han Guanshan is a cruel and bloodthirsty person, and he never mentions the past.

Especially his "back then" days, which were so rough and bloody that it was hard to bear to look back on.

On the day when Fu Haitang took her back to Fu's house from the confinement center, Han Guanshan knelt at her feet and handed her a knife, "Qiqi, I owe this life to our mother."

Song Weiyu's mother treats him as her own son, and he is also a coward, saying that he will marry Qiqi after she graduates from university. He will first let Song Weiyu call him mother to get used to it.

He kept shouting and never changed his words.

"Our mother? Are you worthy?"

It was a sunny day. She had had a hard pregnancy and was not as plump as other pregnant women. Instead, she was extremely thin and pale, and her dress seemed a little loose in the sun.

His wrist had no strength, but he still managed to stab the knife into the side of his face. The blade slid down his neck all the way to the carotid artery.

If it had been an inch closer, the blade would have entered his veins and he would have died on the spot.

Han Guanshan did not retreat a step, nor did he avoid his gaze. He just looked at him deeply, with disbelief in his eyes.

She actually had the heart to do it.

At the critical moment, Zhou Qingye grabbed her hand, knelt in front of her and cried: "Sister Qi, please forgive my brother. He couldn't have expected that! If he had known that Mother Song would be killed by her enemies, Brother Han would never have allowed it to happen."

"Sister Qi... Brother Han chose this path because he was unwilling to accept his fate."

Under the bright sun, her facial features were extremely delicate, and she gave a sneer.

She glared at him with disgust, "Just because you are unwilling to give up, you can sell drugs? Just because you are unwilling to give up, you can kill people and rob them? Han Guanshan, you are not unwilling to give up, you are just born a bad person and you deserve to go to hell."

"Qiqi, if he wasn't there, would you still love me?"

His shirt was soaked with blood and his wounds were horrible, but he was still kneeling, looking up with a desperate and pious look.

At that time, Fu Haitang was beside her, supporting her unstable body.

She leaned against Fu Haitang and said resolutely in his arms: "Han Guanshan, I have never loved you from the beginning to the end. Not to mention that you are doing an unforgivable business now, not only do I have no feelings for you, I even hope that you will die without a burial place."

She threw the knife at his feet and said, "Go away and never show up in front of me and my family again."

She was taken away by Fu Haitang without looking back at him.

He didn't know that after Song Weiyu got in the car, she cried so hard that she fainted.

That day, he got up from the ground, looked at the dust on his knees, expressionless but cold all over, he said to Zhou Qingye: "Fu Haitang is her family, then what am I? How can she be so cruel? Is she willing to kill me..."

He grabbed a handful of blood from his neck and smiled, "I will definitely return this blow. In this life, I must kill Fu Haitang."

When she woke up again, the name Han Guanshan disappeared from her world.

He also fulfilled his promise. From then on, Beijing Nightclub no longer participated in any cocktail parties or ceremonies held by any company in Beijing, and he never showed up again.

Over the next twenty years, he became known for his cold-bloodedness.

He led the mercenaries he had recruited, charging to the front with machine guns in hand. His arrogant aura of wanting to trample everything underfoot was so overwhelming that it blocked out the sky and the sun. He no longer accepted orders from others, and went straight to Southeast Asia with his life.

Everyone else thought he was a lunatic.

He became more and more bloodthirsty, reckless, irrational, and moody.

Zhou Qingye said that his brother had died a long time ago, so he was not afraid of anything.