Chapter 15: Ding Si, the God of Slaughter!
Li An’an was truly terrified! At this moment, all she wanted was for her daughter to grow up safely; for that, she would rather serve the crippled Tan Xiaorong.
But if Mo Han went to the Tan family today to make trouble again, whether or not the Tan family killed Mo Han, they would surely vent their anger on her and her daughter. She couldn’t allow Mo Han to endanger her child any longer!
Hearing Li An’an kneeling behind him, her voice edged with hysteria, Mo Han’s heart trembled, his face full of anguish.
"An’an, what are you doing?!" Mo Han spun around abruptly and tried to lift Li An’an to her feet.
But Li An’an struggled desperately, refusing to rise no matter what.
"Mo Han, even if it’s for our daughter’s safety, I beg you—please let me go! If you keep causing trouble, I truly can’t bear it anymore!" Li An’an was sobbing uncontrollably, despair saturating her words.
Truly, her spirit had been stretched to its limit; she could break down and lose her mind at any moment.
Seeing Li An’an’s frail state, Mo Han’s pain was like a blade twisting in his heart, and his eyes grew wet.
"An’an, I promise you, I won’t go to the Tan family today," Mo Han said brokenly.
"No, you have to promise me you will never go cause trouble again!" Li An’an shook her head, weeping.
Mo Han took a deep breath. The Tan family had taken his daughter’s corneas, causing her immense suffering, and now they wanted to marry his wife to humiliate him—how could he possibly let the Tan family go?
Even without today’s events, he could never forgive them so easily!
The Tan family had driven the woman he loved to the brink of collapse; this hatred could never be resolved!
But now…
"All right, An’an, I promise. Please get up," Mo Han nodded.
Hearing his promise, Li An’an finally stood, though the sorrow she’d just endured left her still sobbing.
Mo Han’s heart ached even more at the sight.
He turned and left the Li home.
Stepping out of the complex, Mo Han was overwhelmed by the urge to kill Tan Xiaorong and wipe out the entire Tan family.
He lit a cigarette, the murderous intent in his heart growing ever fiercer.
He, once revered as the Lord of the Underworld, had never been driven to such a state in either of his lives.
"Tan Xiaorong, aren’t you throwing a grand wedding tomorrow? Very well—let me grant your wish."
A chilling glint flashed in Mo Han’s eyes as he crushed the cigarette butt to the ground and strode toward the coffin shop.
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The news of the Tan family’s young master’s wedding had already spread throughout Qian City yesterday.
Today, dozens of luxury cars set out for the Li family home to fetch the bride.
Such a display was beyond the reach of ordinary families.
The wedding was to be held at the most luxurious estate in Qian City—Tan Manor.
Outside the gates, the street was lined with luxury cars.
Anyone invited to the Tan family’s young master’s wedding was part of Qian City’s elite.
Directors of major corporations, heads of prominent families, young masters—everyone was present.
The wedding venue was filled with distinguished guests.
On the wedding stage, Tan Xiaorong sat in a wheelchair, his right leg in a brace, his right eye covered with gauze.
Yet none of this diminished his popularity.
As the eldest son of the Tan family and the future heir, even in his crippled state, no one dared underestimate him.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to my wedding. Today is the most important day of my life, and I hope all of you here will bestow your blessings upon me."
"Well said!"
"Young Master Tan truly is a dragon among men!"
Compliments rang out from the crowd below, and Tan Xiaorong basked in the praise.
The most important day of his life? Nonsense.
Marrying Li An’an was nothing but a means to humiliate Mo Han.
That parasite had not only crippled his leg but also destroyed his right eye, leaving him a Grade One invalid.
How could he possibly let such a grudge go?
Hadn’t that parasite threatened to bathe the Tan family in blood today? He’d never leave here alive.
But before killing Mo Han, Tan Xiaorong wanted to give him a surprise—not deadly, but deeply humiliating.
As for Li An’an, she was nothing more than a toy and a servant to him; he had never taken her seriously.
Still, appearances mattered.
Everyone present knew of Tan Xiaorong’s countless romantic entanglements.
Even crippled, would he ever marry a woman who had already borne a child?
What a ridiculous notion.
Once he tired of her, he’d simply cast her aside for his subordinates to amuse themselves with.
Beside Tan Xiaorong stood Li An’an, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, her face veiled with a silk scarf.
Her gaze had grown numb.
To ensure her daughter’s safety, even knowing Tan Xiaorong would never truly care for her, she accepted her fate.
Reality had struck her cruelly; she had no other choice.
"Xiaoxiao, so long as you can grow up healthy, your mother is willing to do anything for you," Li An’an vowed silently.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today I am especially delighted. My family is honored by the presence of a man whom I deeply admire. On this occasion, I’d like to introduce him to all of you."
Tan Xiaorong smiled as he spoke.
"A distinguished guest? Who could that be?"
The guests buzzed with curiosity—anyone whom Tan Xiaorong would address with such respect must have an extraordinary status.
Following Tan Xiaorong’s reverent gaze, they realized the seat of honor was not occupied by the family patriarch, Tan Taijun.
Instead, there sat a young man, dignified and imposing.
He appeared to be in his thirties, his face marked by wind and frost, yet even more so by coldness and severity.
"Lord Ding Si, Xiaorong is deeply grateful that you could attend my wedding despite your busy schedule. You will always be the pride and pillar of the Tan family!"
With that, Tan Xiaorong bowed deeply to the young man, his expression filled with deference.
"What, that’s the God of Slaughter—Ding Si!"
At these words, the entire audience gasped in shock.