Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041: Heartbroken? On August 10th, Li Qiao gave birth prematurely. In the luxurious first-class cabin flying to the South Sea, He Chen sat lazily, his head sunk into the headrest in a light sleep. The man’s exceptionally handsome face and nearly six-foot-three stature have always been a walking magnet; even with his eyes closed, he’s enough to captivate. A few young flight attendants clustered together in the working cabin, whispering about the excessively handsome man in first class. He Chen’s sleep was restless, his thick brows slightly furrowed, breathing alternating between fast and slow. “He Chen, you’re a nameless, status-less bastard, doomed to live off leftovers your whole life?” “He Chen, you’re good for nothing, the He Family will never acknowledge you.” “Bastard, get lost, the He Family is beyond your reach…” Too many memories buried deep within his psyche clung to He Chen like a nightmare. After an unknown amount of time, the cabin speaker chimed: “Ladies and gentlemen, our plane is about to land at South Sea International Airport. Please straighten your seat backs, and stow your tray tables…” The gentle voice of the flight attendant startled He Chen, his eyes suddenly opening, dark red and filled with a murderous gloom. Ever since returning to Parma to deal with the He Family, those unbearable memories from his teenage years had resurfaced. He Chen pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and after a long moment managed to quell the murderous rage within his chest. At the South Sea Airport in the afternoon, the sky was clear for miles. As He Chen stepped out of first class and onto the boarding bridge, his phone rang from his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID, curled his lips mockingly, and hung up. Read complete version only at novᴇlfire.net His close aide, Ah Yong, noticed He Chen’s displeased expression and cautiously asked, “Brother Chen, the car is ready. Are we heading straight to the hospital or…?” “The hospital.” He Chen looked at the tarmac outside the boarding bridge and gruffly said two words. Li Qiao had just given birth, and Shaoyan was surely affected, so he had to go back, both emotionally and rationally, to have a look. Soon, the Ou Lu car drove onto the airport expressway. During the ride, the phone in He Chen’s pocket continued to vibrate, but he ignored it all. In the hospital parking lot, He Chen got out of the car, took a few steps forward, and someone in the parking spot to his left called out, “Brother Chen, Brother Chen.” He turned slightly to the side, his gaze momentarily freezing. Next to a dark blue sports car stood Xia Siyu and Yin Mo. He Chen narrowed his eyes, raising his eyebrows flippantly, “What do you want?” Xia Siyu, holding Yin Mo’s arm, pointed to the trunk with a charming smile, “Can’t get it out, Brother Chen, could you lend a hand?” He Chen walked over, and upon seeing the distorted teddy bear in the trunk, smirked, “Will Li Qiao thing?” Xia Siyu subtly pushed Yin Mo toward He Chen, “It’s not for Qiaoqiao. My sister and I had it custom-made for the little one.” “Ah Yong.” He Chen tilted his head to call and immediately turned to walk towards the inpatient department. Watching his back, Xia Siyu nudged Yin Mo quietly, “So what’s up with you two?” Back in Myanmar, these two were inseparable, but now they weren’t even talking? Moreover, Xia Siyu heard that after attending Qiaoqiao and Master Yan’s wedding, He Chen left the South Sea that night, seemingly busy. Yin Mo didn’t know how to reply, rubbing her fingers, she said softly, “I don’t know.” She really didn’t know. Since He Chen returned to Parma, they seemed to suddenly become two parallel lines that couldn’t intersect. Before Qiaoqiao’s wedding, she had tried to contact He Chen and even considered going to Parma to find him, but later… on the wedding day, she tried several times to talk to him, but He Chen very deliberately avoided her. Yin Mo thought, well, maybe it’s just the way it is, maybe he’s tired of it, Twenty minutes later, outside in the garden. He Chen leaned against a tree trunk, glancing askance at Shang Yu’s poor complexion, “Haven’t you seen your son yet?” Knowing Shaoyan, he’d likely blame the little one since Li Qiao’s delivery was difficult. Shang Yu placed a smoke between his lips and took a puff, his voice tinged with a bit of hoarseness, “When are you leaving?” “In a few days.” He Chen shifted his gaze from the man, looking into the distance, “It’s your kid, born from the woman who risked her life for you—don’t act so damned melodramatic and irrational, he’s your own flesh and blood.” Shang Yu’s pupils contracted, and his fingers unconsciously clenched tighter, “Yeah.” He Chen licked his back teeth, chuckling, “Just like I said, never seen a man more melodramatic than you.” Shang Yu tapped off some ash, closing his eyes to steady his mood, “Quite the sight to behold.” Before He Chen could retort, the man squinted and turned his way, “What do you plan to do about the He Family situation?” “Haven’t decided.” A touch of playful arrogance flashed in He Chen’s eyes, “Either take it over or destroy it, can’t let all this time go to waste for nothing.” The He Family, he never even considered them worthy of recognition. Unfortunately, someone always felt the need to flaunt in front of him. Shang Yu flicked the cigarette butt into the extinguisher, his features cold and detached as always, “I don’t care about the He Family; Meng Jun has already set up a Black Hawk branch in Parma, the forces behind you aren’t any less than the He Family’s, no need to run yourself ragged.” He Chen shook his leg, a wicked grin tugging at his thin lips, “Do I look like a saint to you?” The man started walking away, glancing back as he passed, “You let your little aunt take your limbs for granted; you’re better off feeding it all to the dogs.” He Chen brushed his eyebrow, snorting lightly, “Shang Shaoyan, we’re no different.” As Shang Yu walked further away, his voice carried an advice through the air, “Sort out the He Family, then come back to the South Sea as soon as possible.” He Chen sat on the bench, smoking a cigarette, with messages still coming through his phone from time to time, but he didn’t read a single one. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him to the left, “Oh, it’s rare to see you hiding out alone smoking; did you suffer some heartache?” He Chen lazily raised an eyebrow, his legs crossed, “Got too much time on your hands?” Xi Luo, in a white chiffon dress and high heels, strolled over, “Not at all, busy as ever.” She sat on the bench, taking out a lady’s cigarette from her purse, and gestured for He Chen to light it, “Light a cigarette for a lady?” The lighter landed on her lap, tossed by He Chen, “Do you even qualify to call yourself a lady?” Xi Luo wasn’t upset, she picked up the lighter and flicked it a few times, “I just saw Yin Mo upstairs.” He Chen rested his arm over the curved backrest of the bench, lazily soaking up the sun, “You’ve got eyes, of course, you’ve seen her.” Xi Luo chuckled, “I heard… the Yin Family’s recent days haven’t been easy, as a prospective son-in-law, are you going to lend a helping hand?” “Hasn’t Zong Lao San been bothering you lately, that you’ve got the time to manage other people’s affairs?” Xi Luo clicked her tongue, eyeing He Chen’s strikingly defined profile, “Truly heartless. No wonder everyone says He Chen from West City doesn’t recognize anyone once he pulls up his pants, really makes you proud of yourself.” The storyline featuring the little one wasn’t elaborated in detail because the timelines of other characters’ side stories overlap with it. Including the parts where the Desert Eagle was found in the nursery and Li Qiao’s Secret Hall assessments—none of this has been forgotten, and will be written later.