Chapter 61: A Magnificent Birthmark on the Chest

Let me go from the mortal world? Isn’t that just dying, for heaven’s sake? The captain in the black robe felt like ten thousand alpacas thundered through his heart.

“This world isn’t worth it. You’d better go straight to hell!” Before his words had faded, Qin Chuan’s figure had already vanished from sight.

Moments later, a cold gleam flashed through the void. The captain felt a sudden chill at his throat. He clutched his neck with both hands, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. But his life drained swiftly away with the blood seeping through his fingers. At last, his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

Thud!

The captain’s corpse toppled heavily to the ground.

Qin Chuan then used corpse-dissolving powder to bring a final end to his villainous existence.

“There are still a few small fry left. Time to close the net and clear the pond.”

According to what the captain had confessed, more than ten people were in charge of surveillance for this kidnapping operation. So, Qin Chuan used the captain’s communicator to send out a summons to them all, then hid within the abandoned building, lying in wait.

The surveillance members suspected nothing and hurried over one after another. With the vast gap in strength, Qin Chuan picked them off, slaughtering every last one.

The air was thick with the foul, decaying stench of corpses, but Qin Chuan inhaled deeply, a look of satisfied fulfillment on his face. Though not all of them had participated in the massacre of the Qin family, since they’d set their sights on his little sister, they no longer deserved to live in this world.

“Next, it’s Long Tiancheng’s turn.” Qin Chuan spoke in a low, chilling tone.

After dealing with the bodies of the surveillance team, Qin Chuan finally relaxed a little. Glancing at his phone, he saw it was already past three in the morning. The night breeze was cool and refreshing. He didn’t linger and quickly left the scene.

By the time Qin Chuan returned to the Lan family’s old residence, dawn was already breaking in the east.

“Who goes there?” Qin Chuan had barely stepped out of the car when the Lan family’s bodyguards blocked his path.

“B-big brother, you—you haven’t… haven’t done something wrong, have you?” The taxi driver, seeing the car surrounded by a tight circle of black-clad guards, was clearly frightened out of his wits, his voice stammering with fear.

Qin Chuan smiled reassuringly, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing. I’ll have them stand down right away.”

With that, he stepped out of the car, having already resumed his true appearance.

“All right, everyone, disperse!” No sooner had the words left his mouth than Qin Chuan sensed something was off.

Instead of stepping aside, the guards drew their weapons, faces wary and even hostile as they stared him down.

“Don’t move.”

“Who exactly are you?”

“Mr. Qin never left the house after entering. He must be an impostor. Be ready for anything!” The guards snapped out their batons, surrounding Qin Chuan in the center.

The taxi driver was stunned. He’d never imagined a scene from TV would play out in reality before him. There was no excitement—only dread that he’d be caught in the crossfire.

Fortunately, the bodyguards’ attention was focused solely on Qin Chuan. The driver threw the car into reverse, spun it around with a flourish, and made a hasty escape.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan scratched his nose awkwardly.

“What a mess this is,” he muttered, realizing at last: the man posing as Qin Chuan in the Lan family—Ah Wei—should still be unconscious. He himself had no reason or possibility to appear here.

“Don’t panic, everyone. I’m Qin Chuan’s biological brother, Qin Dachuan.”

“Nonsense! How can you be biological brothers with different fathers and mothers? Do you take us for fools?”

“Slip of the tongue—I meant same father, same mother.”

“Let’s get him! No way this guy’s any good!”

The standoff was about to erupt into violence when suddenly, a clear, commanding voice rang out from behind the guards.

“Stop!”

Everyone turned to see Lan Jin striding over, ponytail swinging high.

“Miss, look at this man—he dares to impersonate Mr. Qin—”

“Silence!” Lan Jin cut him off, her gaze intense and curious as she fixed her beautiful eyes on Qin Chuan.

“Say something to prove you’re really Qin Chuan,” she said, her voice low.

Qin Chuan thought for a moment before replying, “You have body odor.”

Lan Jin’s expression grew ugly, but she quickly responded icily, “Plenty of people know that, and besides, the real Qin Chuan already cured me of it.”

“I can prove my identity another way, but are you sure you want me to say it in front of everyone?” Qin Chuan asked after a brief pause.

A bad premonition flickered in Lan Jin’s chest, but she refused to back down. “Stop playing games. Just say it.”

“You have a large birthmark on your chest,” Qin Chuan said carefully.

“???”

Confusion filled Lan Jin’s wide, sparkling eyes—she didn’t get it. So Qin Chuan shyly pointed to the lower left side of his own chest.

“You…” At last she understood the infuriating pun, and remembering the ambiguous moment during her acupuncture treatment with Qin Chuan, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

“Hmph! Lucky guess! Let him through!”

Sensing the awkward looks the guards were giving her, Lan Jin maintained her dignity with a show of force before fleeing in embarrassment.

Qin Chuan, hands clasped in a polite gesture, grinned and followed after her, leaving the bewildered guards whispering among themselves.

“What did I just hear?”

“Has Miss Lan really gotten that close with Mr. Qin?”

“Latest news—she’s already expecting his child.”

“Didn’t the baby already get born?”

“?!?”

If Lan Jin had known how the rumors among the guards were spreading, she’d have died of embarrassment on the spot.

Inside the old mansion’s main hall, Lan Jin dismissed the maids and bodyguards.

“Brother Chuan, can you finally tell me what’s going on?” she pouted, shaking his arm playfully. “It feels like I’m the only one in the Lan family left in the dark. I won’t stand for it!”

Ever since she’d found something wrong with Ah Wei and been forbidden to investigate further by her grandfather, Lan Jin had become increasingly aware that something strange was afoot.

She’d tried confronting her grandfather, but the man who’d always doted on her had, out of character, scolded her coldly and sent her away from the study.

Afterward, she’d tried to find Qin Chuan, only to be told he was recuperating behind closed doors after saving Lin Wanyu, and no one was to disturb him.

One oddity after another convinced Lan Jin all the more that something serious was going on. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night, waiting anxiously for dawn.

At the first light, she’d hurried to find Qin Chuan again, only to discover even more guards posted at his door than before. Even after throwing a full-blown heiress tantrum, the bodyguards wouldn’t budge. As the standoff continued, news arrived that Qin Chuan was outside, locked in a confrontation with the family’s guards.

She’d sprinted over at top speed, only to be utterly mortified by Qin Chuan’s words.

“Jin’er, the situation is really complicated. The more you know, the worse it is for you,” Qin Chuan tried to make her give up.

But no matter how much he exaggerated the danger, Lan Jin stood her ground, determined not to back down.

“Jin’er, don’t be stubborn! There are things you’re better off not knowing. Don’t pry,” Qin Chuan began to plead.

Just then, an elderly voice resounded from the second floor—Lan Weimin.

Qin Chuan sighed in relief. The old fox was shrewd as ever, knowing better than anyone what was at stake.

But before he could fully relax, Lan Jin’s next words made his heart leap into his throat.

“I’m carrying Brother Chuan’s child. The baby wants to know the truth too. Can you really bear to let him be born into confusion?” she said, gently caressing her belly, her expression so plaintive and sorrowful that it would move even the hardest heart.