C4 Welcome back.

"Speak...why are not you speaking now?"

There was silence on the other side of the speaker. There was a caller, but all that could be heard was the woman's excruciating breathing. It seemed as though someone was in excruciating pain but was unable to communicate or express herself. Just who was she? Why does not she say anything? Frustrated, he asked, his heart prickling with pain.

Talk. "Why do not you say anything? Is that you?"

Xia's eyes hurt from his restless expression. "Who could be on the other end of the call, who can make him lose control of his emotions?" she asked herself. She had never met this person before, and she was jealous and envious of them. She suddenly recalled, "There is someone who has the true power to cause this iceberg man and stone to melt and freeze. What if the person on call at this very moment is, in her mind, the same person? In that case, what would she do? Just thinking about it caused her face to turn into a cloud of dark clouds. "What would be her future?" She felt her flesh being pulled out of her palm by her fist, but all she could do was smile prettily at Ziyan, since nobody had the right to question him.

"What is wrong with you?"

When she was lost in thought, he returned.

"Ah! Nothing, just ruminating on the show for tomorrow, huh, who was that caller earlier?"

With a spoiled demeanor, she asked while giving him a hug. She wanted proof of her suspicion.

"Not a soul." The call was disconnected after a while, even though he never gave an explanation to anyone and was truthful about the situation. No one else spoke on the other end of the call. He had no idea who was on the call or why he was experiencing unjustified heartache.

Giving him a firm embrace, she uttered,

" Welcome back, Ziyan."

While Ziyan's return to the nation has pleased many. Not that Ziyan felt that way. Although his attractive face has a hint of melancholy, his expression was so icy that nobody could ever guess what he was feeling.

For him, there was nowhere sadder than this. He had many memories associated with this location. It was here that he experienced the love of his parents and cousines, his family, his best friends who became his brothers, and the realization of what first love felt like. It was here that he first sensed the beat of his own heart and where he lost everything—his father, his life support system, and his dreams.

After parting ways with Xia and Mrs. Qing, he met his business associates and returned to a working state. To begin with, he was a workaholic. When his father passed away when he was still a teenager, he entered the business world. On his own, he soldered this company to this point. This was where he had lost many things, including his father. This place was taboo for him. Had it not been for her, he might never have come back here, but this time he was forced to come. A lovely, fairy-like face appeared in his mind every time he thought of her. The only person who had that much power over him was her. His face turned gloomy and dark, his fist closing in anger as he thought about her. Human emotions vanished from his deep, dark eyes. He was going to go insane and could not control it. He has been looking for her for the past seven years, like a man looking for a needle in a haystack, but he has never been able to find her. She was now happily married with a child.

How could an overbearing prince of heaven allow this injustice to happen to him? He was determined to show her the true meaning of hell and that he would return everything she had given him twice as soon as he caught her. His attractive face would turn irritated every time he thought about her, and a sneer would appear on his lips.

"What if we went to see my old granny, Ziyan? She constantly asks me about you when I see her." It was Xia's sweet voice that interrupted his reverie.

"When I have time, I will go see her."

Xia was pleased to hear his response; she gave him a warm embrace and grinned prettily. "Really!! Promise me "

He simply nodded, but even that insignificant gesture meant a lot to her since her grandmother had told her that she would ask Ziyan to marry her as soon as she saw him. She will also take on the title of Mrs. Qing and become the mistress of this home.

"Max will drive you home, Xia. It is not too early. You should go back to rest." He brutally crushed her hope of spending the night in his house with him, but all she could do was nod and bid him farewell.

In the meantime, Mrs. Qing's voice could be heard clearly, though it was not loud.

"Ziyan, where is Xia?" I am looking for her all over the place."

After giving his mother a hug, Ziyan Qing dragged her to the stairs.

"Now that she is gone, you should go relax as well."

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Ziyan was standing in front of a man's tombstone at the break of dawn, staring at his attractive picture of it. He was his father. He dropped to his knees slowly.

"How are you doing, Dad? Do you miss me?I am sorry I have not been able to see you in all these years; I miss you too. Father, Nobody in the world is more powerful than Qing at this point; I worked very hard to fulfill your dreams. It is at the top of the list". He stopped.

"Dad I will always hold onto everyone who was there that day, and I will never let them go, I still remember my promise to you." He got up and departed from his father's tomb. A short distance later, he came across the tombstones of a man and a fifteen-year-old girl. She looked just as lovely as he remembered. Ziyan Qing's eyes were glued to the pictures of the girl and the man.