BPIFC -Volume 1- Chapter 198 A Wish

At the sound of the voice, Kong Dalong stopped in his tracks.

He turned back and saw the white-haired man behind him, smiling faintly.

“You got here earlier than I expected,” Kong Dalong said with a chuckle. “When did you arrive? Why didn’t you go in and take a look?”

“How do you know I haven’t already been inside?” the white-haired man replied.

It was Wu Rendi.

“I was already inside last night. Come in and talk.”

He turned and walked into an empty hospital room nearby.

Kong Dalong followed him in.

Neither of them spoke for a moment. The room was cold and silent.

Finally, Wu Rendi spoke first.

“We met in Hangzhou before, didn’t we?”

At the mention of Hangzhou, Kong Dalong’s smile stiffened slightly. For a moment he thought Wu had remembered hitting him.

But Wu continued:

“Tell me. What exactly happened?”

Kong Dalong hesitated, then looked at him.

“You… you still haven’t remembered what happened back then?”

Wu Rendi met his gaze and shook his head.

“I’m certain Che Qianzi is my son… but I have no memory of how he came to be.”

Hearing that it wasn’t about being beaten, Kong Dalong finally relaxed.

He sighed.

“From the perspective of Che Qianzi’s mother’s side… you still have to call me uncle. Forget it, I won’t argue that.”

Then he explained everything that had happened years ago.

Naturally, he left out the part about how he once beat the “white-faced guy” until he bled.

What he said matched exactly what Jiao Dalang had previously reported.

After listening, Wu Rendi fell silent for a moment.

“So there was a woman who came to me back then… I truly had no memory. She is Che Qianzi’s mother, right?”

“Yes,” Kong Dalong nodded. “Later she went to France. Then she also had a breakdown—lost her memory too, just like you.”

Wu Rendi showed no emotional reaction.

After a pause, he asked:

“Tell me about the child.”

Kong Dalong had clearly prepared for this. He immediately took out a stack of photos and handed them over.

“These are all photos of Che Qianzi—from age one until now.”

He pointed at the first photo.

“This is his one-year-old ‘grasping ceremony.’ I was poor back then, didn’t have anything proper to place in front of him…”

Wu Rendi looked at the photo.

A baby was lying on a messy heated bed. In front of him were scattered objects: ten yuan, a toy gun, a broken brush, a pair of glasses…

None of them were touched.

Instead, the child grabbed a small green medicine bottle.

On it was written:

“Che Qianzi Oral Liquid”

Wu Rendi raised the photo slightly and glanced at Kong Dalong.

“Che Qianzi…”

Kong Dalong coughed awkwardly.

“I didn’t know what to put! That bottle just happened to be there… I even swore before the Three Pure Ones—whatever he picked, I’d use it as his name.”

“So my son ended up named after a bottle of medicine…” Wu Rendi muttered, rolling his eyes.

He flipped to the next photo.

A seven-year-old Che Qianzi sat inside a ritual formation drawn in cinnabar, expression blank.

“This was when he was seven,” Kong Dalong said quickly. “I sealed the power you left inside him. A child couldn’t control it.”

He sighed again.

“I separated a fragment of his soul to contain your power. But your power was too strong—it amplified that fragment, making it look like he had two souls.”

“If anything dangerous happens, that power still gets triggered.”

Wu Rendi had been quietly flipping through the photos.

When Kong Dalong finished, he finally spoke:

“From now on, he won’t be in danger anymore. Remove the seal.”

“If anything happens in the future… he still has me behind him.”

Kong Dalong’s eyes flickered with emotion, but he still smiled.

“You should be the one to remove it.”

“Back then I sealed it for his sake. Now you undo it for his sake.”

“That way… I can finally return the child to you.”

“Fine,” Wu Rendi said calmly.

He looked at the old man.

“You’ve worked hard all these years. I won’t talk about repayment.”

“You can make one wish. Speak.”

Kong Dalong smiled gently.

“As long as you raise that child well… that will be enough.”

Then he added:

“And you don’t ask about his mother?”

“She already lost her memory,” Wu Rendi said. “After twenty years, she’s probably married and had children.”

“If fate allows, we’ll meet again. If not, there’s no need to disturb her life.”

He put all the photos into his coat.

“I owe you a favor.”

“From now on, you can come to me anytime. Anything except asking me to kill myself—I will do it.”

He then bit his finger, wrote the character “Wu” (吴) in blood on the back of the baby photo, and handed it back.

“If it’s inconvenient for you, anyone carrying this can come find me. I’ll recognize it.”

Meanwhile, twenty kilometers away on a rooftop…

Xiao Yifeng stepped onto the rooftop with a file bag.

After confirming no one was around, he walked to the center.

There stood two Great Masters—one red-haired, one white-haired.

Behind them was a woman.

Zhao Qing.

Xiao Yifeng ignored her and walked forward.

“Something came up in the bureau. I’m late.”

He handed over the file bag.

“I found something interesting in Director Sun’s office. I made a copy.”

Huo Shan opened it.

Before he finished reading, Guang Ren spoke:

“Have you heard the rumors in the bureau… that Wu Rendi has a child?”

Huo Shan’s expression changed as he read the document.

He quickly handed it to his master.

“Master… this confirms it. Che Qianzi really is Wu Rendi’s son.”

Xiao Yifeng added:

“It’s already become a major issue. Last night at the bureau banquet, Wu Rendi personally acknowledged his son. Over two hundred people witnessed it.”

Guang Ren’s expression twisted slightly.

He muttered to himself:

“…Why?”