A sea of fire suddenly swept over Paris, and the explosive orange light instantly enveloped the entire sky!
With just a brief flash of light, this vast waterfall of light melted into the darkness again, like an astonishing dream.
At that time, the Parisian citizens walking under the night sky stopped one after another and stared subconsciously at the deep night sky, with expressions on their faces that were either hesitant or confused.
They didn't know why they were looking up at the stars or what they were attracted to, but when they started to think about this problem, their minds went blank...
The sky above the southeastern suburban industrial zone at this time.
A swift shadow fell like a cannonball, falling to the ground at a speed that could not be captured by normal human vision!
Jiang Qian, who was covered in blood, fell vertically into the barrier that Law had laid in advance. The impact of the fall was isolated within the barrier by the super-species power.
The collapse of high-end mimic props is enough to unleash astonishing destructive power like landslides and tsunamis.
Both the sub-station lawful and local lawful forces were prepared to guard against the huge turmoil caused by this move. At the same time, they themselves were deeply shocked by the scene in front of them...
Jiang Qian, who was still conscious, walked out of the smoky ruins.
He held the harpoon covered with scales in his right hand, and held down the burning penetrating wound on his chest with his left hand. Thick blood seeped out from between his fingers, staining his front red. His eyes were still as cold as iron, staring intently.
Looking at the approaching figure.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat, tall and broad, with slightly freckles on his temples...
The harpoon flipped instantly in his palm! At the moment when the offensive was building, Jiang Qian suddenly realized that the man in front of him was not the man in his mind.
Therefore, he stopped at the right time.
The person opposite also froze for a moment and let out a loud and unruly laugh:
"Hahaha, you really didn't disappoint us...Welcome back, don't use Qianlong!"
…
Wen Han was placed in the highest-level safe house at the official Paris branch.
Two days later, since her "landing at high altitude" that night, she has fallen into an almost isolated situation: unable to communicate, losing freedom of movement, and the only official person she can contact can only comfort her, advise her to wait patiently, and
No further information could be given to her.
These hours of waiting made Wen Han suffer like never before.
"...She has been waiting for you and has barely slept a wink for two days."
In the monitoring room, Xiao Longnv was reporting to Jiang Qian on various situations after Wen Han moved into the safe house.
Jiang Qian listened silently and stared at the "mother" in the video through the images captured by the indoor camera.
"There are no obvious abnormalities in her diet and health. This is her recent diet and medication list." Xiao Longnu said, handing the folder to Jiang Qian.
"Is there any more?" Jiang Qian took the file handed over by Xiao Longnu and looked through it silently.
"Well... in short, she is very worried about you and is eager to see you." Xiao Longnu said, "But because of your situation... we have not been able to explain it to her, so..."
"I understand, let's go."
…
When Jiang Qian entered the safe house, Wen Han was sitting at a wooden table in a daze.
Her face was haggard, and she was obviously in a state of exhaustion and overthinking. She actually reacted a little slowly to the opening and closing of the door.
Until she saw Jiang Qian...
The blank gaze quickly focused, and she was even stunned for a moment. Then she got up from the chair, walked around the table, and slowly approached Jiang Qian who was standing in front of the table.
"How are you?"
Wen Han looked Jiang Qian up and down. This "son" that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her made her feel a little confused about how to deal with herself for a moment.
But seeing that Jiang Qianren was okay, Wen Han finally felt relieved. She was like a rubber band that had been stretched for a long time and suddenly relaxed, and she felt a little dizzy.
Fortunately, Jiang Qian helped her in time.
"I'm fine. Let's sit down and talk."
Wen Han frowned slightly as the distance got closer, and she smelled the residual bloody scent from Jiang Qian's body.
Wen Han immediately realized something, but felt unable to speak. He held his hands awkwardly and fell into silence.
This silence comes from the fact that she knows very little about this "son". Even saying a word of concern at this time makes her feel extremely awkward and embarrassed.
Even she knew that there were some things that needed to be said.
It was her "son" who spoke first: "This incident is quite special. Did they all explain it when they signed the confidentiality agreement?"
"Well..." Wen Han nodded slowly and lowered his eyes, "They said that we should be more vigilant against this kind of religious activities in the future, and we can't always rely on God's salvation in life..."
The conversation can then proceed.
Although Jiang Qian didn't know Wen Han's specific situation, why she worshiped the gods, and what things needed God's redemption; but he could vaguely guess that these were probably related to her "dead" young son.
However, Wen Han changed the subject and pointed directly at the core of the contradiction: "But after seeing such power, it's hard not to believe that there are gods in this world, isn't it?"
Wen Han said, raised his head and stared into Jiang Qian's eyes:
"You have become one of those 'special people', right? Just like your father, he is hidden in the streets, but possesses the power of the sky... and is responsible for special events that only people like you can solve."
"Well, it can be understood that way," Jiang Qian replied euphemistically. "It is similar to some occupations in reality, but the risk factor is higher."
He did not shy away from talking about this topic. This was the question he had imagined he would face before entering here.
"Thinking about it now, Xuesong had a really hard life at that time. He had to face extraordinary dangers while also enduring my complaints about him. If I could have known about his occupation earlier, maybe I would have been a more considerate person.
My wife..."
Wen Han twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly:
"Even now, after he left, I am still enjoying his care. I know very well that no matter where I move or where I am, there will always be a pair of eyes watching me and ensuring my safety, just because
I am Jiang Xuesong’s widow.”
Did he simply hide abroad because he felt suffocated by this kind of "surveilled" life? It turned out that nothing had changed... Jiang Qian tried to interpret Wen Han's meaning.
From Jiang Qian's point of view, she may not be unable to understand that such "surveillance" is a necessary protection for her, but it will certainly not make her feel comfortable.
"This can't be a reason for mom not to come home, can it?"
Wen Han suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Qian with questioning eyes, as if searching for his thoughts.
Helpless, Jiang Qian already knew the truth, but refused to expose it: "I understand that artists need more freedom."
Jiang Qian's tone was so calm that he hardly sounded like a son who came to visit his mother.
Of course, this "coldness" was not intentional on his part. This was the communication style between the two of them in the past: polite but distant.
However, Wen Han's eyes dimmed a little bit:
"sorry……"
"?"
Jiang Qian was a little surprised by Wen Han's sudden apology.
In Jiang Qian's understanding, Wen Han had known his identity for a long time, so he had never treated him as his biological son. Since there was no relationship between biological mother and son, how could there be any debt or apology?
But all he could do at this time was just listen to Wen Han's words quietly.
"I'm sorry...I still can't lie to myself..."
Wen Han covered her cheek, and her trembling shoulders showed that she was sobbing slightly: "Actually, I am not your mother!"
Jiang Qian's eyes moved slightly. He understood that Wen Han's apology meant something else.
Then, Wen Han began to tell the whole story.
The story that Jiang Qian had already learned about in advance was retold from Wen Han's perspective:
The clips recalled by Jiang Qian, the face-to-face conflict between Wen Han and the Dragon God, and Jiang Yang's accidental discovery of his younger brother's identity were all just interludes.
After a painful struggle, Wen Han accepted the fact that his son had died, and also acquiesced in allowing the Dragon God's son Yunzhuo to stay in the Jiang family as Jiang Qian.
In fact, if it weren't for the Dragon God's great help, not only the youngest son of the Jiang family would have died that year.
After Dragon God and Jiang Xuesong went to the War of God, Wen Han tried to get along with this "picked up" son day and night, but the more she got along with Jiang Qian, the more she couldn't help but think about her son...
After several attempts, the mother collapsed.
She chose to heal her own trauma first, and then fulfill her husband Jiang Xuesong's promise to the Dragon God. So she left for a foreign land.
I just didn't expect that this journey would continue to this day many years later.
"I'm sorry, I tried... but I can't do it... As long as I stay with you, I can't help but think about my son and the things I regret and the irreversible things..."
Wen Han sobbed slightly, expressing the grievances that had accumulated in his heart for a long time.
Jiang Qian just listened to her quietly.
From Wen Han's cry, Jiang Qian saw a tragic and helpless mother and wife, who not only had to endure the tremendous pain of losing her son, but also accidentally glimpsed the truth that she couldn't bear.
Jiang Qian understood Wen Han's choice, but did not try to comfort him.
Sometimes, silence is the best comfort.
"I originally planned to keep this secret forever... But this is not fair to you. You did nothing wrong at all. It's all my fault. You have the right to know everything!"
Although Wen Han's narration was somewhat incoherent, Jiang Qian could still understand what she was expressing.
This is her way of apologizing, another way of saying sorry.
It wasn't until Wen Han calmed down again that Jiang Qian finally responded to her story:
"Of course you don't have to force yourself on this kind of thing, it's okay."
When he said these words, he saw doubts and surprise in Wen Han's eyes.
Wen Han was surprised that Jiang Qian was so calm when he heard the truth about his identity, as if he was listening to someone else's story.
She just didn't know that when he first learned the truth, Jiang Qian had a life worse than death, but he survived in the end...determined to walk the world openly with two different identities.
"Actually, you don't need to apologize for this. On the contrary... I should apologize for 'your son'."
Under Wen Han's increasingly moist eyes, Jiang Qian continued:
"If I didn't have this body, I would have disappeared long ago. Not only did I occupy his body, I also enjoyed the family affection and care that should belong to him. Even if I have a little shortcoming, it's nothing. So you don't need to treat me
Sorry, I want to thank your son."
For this reason, Jiang Qian has decided to protect the Jiang family at all costs, and as a member of the Jiang family, he will fulfill the obligations of the owner of this body.
Wen Han was stunned...
When Jiang Qian stood up to leave, she subconsciously stood up and grabbed Jiang Qian's sleeve.
Jiang Qian turned around and saw Wen Han's eyes full of tears and hesitant to speak, and quickly realized her motives.
After so many years, the knot in her heart that she couldn't let go of because she kept a heavy secret was finally solved today. What she has to do is simple:
"I……"
There was a look of struggle in Wen Han's eyes, followed by a flash of guilt.
Perhaps it was a sudden realization of how offensive such a request was.
But she still mustered up the courage to confront Jiang Qian, who looked exactly like her biological son in front of her, and pleaded: