In a haze, he heard crying and felt someone take the child from beside his pillow. Yan Feili suddenly woke up in alarm.
"Who? Put the child down!" Yan Feili quickly used a grappling move on the person who was about to turn and leave by the bed.
Unexpectedly, that person easily countered his move with a single turn of the hand.
In the darkness, it was clear to see that the person was dressed in white, cold and elegant like snow—the Northern Gate leader, Beitang Ao.
"Leader!?" Yan Feili exclaimed in shock.
Beitang Ao snorted coldly and turned to leave.
"Leader!" Yan Feili dared not attack him, disregarding everything else, he staggered, turned over, and knelt on the ground. "Leader, where are you taking the child?" "This child cannot stay here. I will take him away."
"Take him away?" Yan Feili exclaimed in surprise.
"Where are you taking him?" "That's none of your business!" "Leader, please, don't take the child away. Leave him with me…" "No!" "Leader! You clearly know this child is…" "Silence!" Beitang Ao shouted fiercely, his face turning iron blue.
"This child cannot stay here! Nor can he stay with you! This child should never have existed!" "No!" A chill ran through Yan Feili's heart. "Leader, please, I beg you! This is all my fault. If you want to punish someone, punish me! Please spare this child!" The baby's crying tore at Yan Feili's heart.
Beitang Ao recalled that one mistaken accident. He thought that once it was over, it would leave no trace, and he could pretend nothing happened.
Who would have thought that Yan Feili, a grown man, would become pregnant because of it and ultimately give birth to this unexpected result.
If this matter became known, the leader of the Northern Gate would have had a scandalous affair with a man and even had a child. It would be a huge joke.
This was not only a great humiliation for him but would also bring shame to the Beitang family.
"No! Feili, don't blame me.
No matter what, I cannot leave this child here!" Beitang Ao said coldly.
"No! Leader, I beg you!" Yan Feili was heartbroken, repeatedly kowtowing to Beitang, begging him to leave the child with him.
"I won't let anyone else know about this.
I will immediately send the child away and won't let him appear before you.
No one will know who the child's father is. I won't tell anyone! Please spare him! Please leave him with me…" No one would know? Beitang Ao sneered coldly in his heart.
The plum blossom birthmark on the child's left chest was the best proof of identity. As time passed and the child grew, the abilities only inheritable by the eldest son of the Beitang family would gradually manifest. Then, everyone would know who the child belonged to.
Therefore, the child must not be left with Yan Feili.
"Get away!" Hardening his heart, Beitang shook off Yan Feili and hurriedly left with the child.
No! In desperation, Yan Feili, though knowing he was no match, still struck Beitang's left shoulder with one palm and used his right hand to try to grab the child with a grappling move.
"How dare you lay a hand on me!" Beitang Ao was furious. He hated no one more than those who disobeyed his orders.
He immediately broke Yan Feili's attack and struck his chest with a palm.
Considering Yan Feili had just given birth, Beitang only used half his strength in that palm.
But Yan Feili still felt a tightness in his chest.
Forcing himself to endure, he still refused to give up the thought of reclaiming the child and attacked again.
But even if his body were fully recovered, he might not be Beitang's match, let alone now.
The two exchanged two moves in the dark inner room. In panic and confusion, Yan Feili was struck at an acupoint by Beitang and thrown back onto the bed.
"Yan Feili, you dared to defy me today. I won't argue with you! But you better forget about this child from now on and never mention it again!" Beitang said coldly, then left with the crying infant.
No! Struck at the mute acupoint, Yan Feili lay on the bed in despair, unable to speak, watching the leader leave with his child.
His heart was anxious and aching. The oppressive energy in his chest suddenly surged upward. His throat turned sweet, and with a "pfft" sound, he spat a mouthful of fresh blood. His vision darkened, and he fainted.
When he woke again, it was already the next morning. Qiu Ye Yuan was anxiously watching him by the bedside.
"General Yan, you're awake?" Qiu Ye Yuan did not know martial arts and had been struck with a sleeping acupoint by Beitang upon entering last night, so he was unaware of what had happened.
"What happened? Where is the child?" Yan Feili suddenly sat up but was immediately dizzy.
"General Yan!" Qiu Ye Yuan hurriedly supported him. "You have internal injuries and are not yet recovered. You need to rest well!" No! He wanted to find the child.
Yan Feili didn't hear Qiu Ye Yuan's words. Thinking of last night, he pushed Qiu Ye Yuan's hand away with a pale face, staggered to his feet, and rushed out without even putting on a coat.
