Chapter 18

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Yangyang felt like her liver and guts were being cut into pieces after witnessing what happened. The man was still grabbing her throat tightly, and she was about to suffocate. She could not make any noise. Her eyes were fixed on Latiao as he fell to the ground. Tears blurred her vision.

Mo Yangyang had done everything to take good care of her child. She only wished for her son to be well.

But now, she saw her son being hurt right in front of her!

A strong hatred arose in her heart. She would lose her will to live if anything happened to Latiao!

Humans had a tendency to unleash their potential in desperate situations. The hatred had granted Mo Yangyang a short burst of power as a mother. 

She turned her head and bit the man on his wrist.

Mo Yangyang was using all her might, as if she was not going to let go if she did not tear a piece of his flesh off.

The man cried out in agony. He loosened his grip on Mo Yangyang’s throat and slapped her in the face.

Mo Yangyang had no time to worry about her pain. She took hold of the opportunity to gather her strength and shove the man away.

The man did not expect Mo Yangyang to be so strong all of a sudden. He was forced a few steps back by the push.

Mo Yangyang ran over to Latiao. However, before she could check on him, the man grabbed her leg and pulled her back.

“Damn it, I swear I’m going to kill you today, you b**ch…”

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Han Weilan was in great pain. It felt like all his bones were broken. 

His mind was in a complete mess. He was confused about why he was feeling so much pain when he was dead.

He did not feel any fear when he was knocked flying by a car. He was only full of regrets.

Before Han Weilan died, he was thinking that if there was really a next life, he wanted to go back in time and eat the wontons he had as a kid. 

He wanted to tell his mother that the wontons she made were the most delicious.

Unfortunately, it was not possible…

He heard the cry of a man nearby, and the groan of a woman, like the sound of a dying animal prior to its death.

Han Weilan was startled. The voice… it sounded like…

He tried his best to open his eyes. He was dumbfounded by the sight before him.

It was the restaurant his mother managed when he was younger. Wasn’t it burned down in a fire? How was it still around? Was he dreaming?

He turned around and saw…

His mother’s face… the only warmth he could remember…

His heart burned with wrath. He would not allow anyone to harm his mother, even if it was just a dream! 

He struggled to his feet and grabbed the bottle of chili sauce on the table. He raced over and poured it onto the man’s face.

The chili sauce sprayed into the man’s eyes. He grabbed his eyes and cried out in pain.

Mo Yangyang’s clothes were ragged and torn. She hugged Latiao and quickly backed away after she broke free.

Mo Yangyang was trembling in fear. Half her face was swollen red. Her neck had a red rash around it. She said in a trembling hoarse voice, “Baby, it’s fine. Don’t worry… mummy is going to protect you!”

Han Weilan stiffened when he heard the familiar voice and felt the warm hug.

Could a dream really be so real?

It was so real that he could feel her warmth and the only scent that could make him feel at peace, one that he had missed for a long time. 

He reached his hand forward to touch Mo Yangyang’s face, but froze when he saw his hand.

Why…why was his hand so small?

Why was his body so tiny, too!?

Han Weilan opened his mouth wide. Did…did he really go back in time?