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Chapter 517 Can I Hug Him?
A sea of ​​fire suddenly swept over Paris, and the blazing orange light instantly enveloped the entire sky!
After just a moment of flash, this vast waterfall of light merged into the darkness again, like an amazing dream.

At that time, the Parisians walking under the night sky stopped and subconsciously gazed up at the deep night sky, with expressions of hesitation or confusion on their faces.

They didn't know why they looked up at the stars, or what attracted them, but when they started to think about it, their minds went blank...

At this time, it was above the southeast suburban industrial area.

A shadow fell like a cannonball, hitting the ground at a speed that was impossible for ordinary people to capture!

Jiang Qian, covered in blood, fell vertically into the barrier laid out in advance by the Order. The impact of the fall was isolated within the barrier by the super-species power.

The collapse of high-level mimicry props is enough to release astonishing destructive power like a landslide or tsunami.

The substation order and the local order were on high alert, guarding against the huge turmoil caused by this move. At the same time, they themselves were deeply shocked by the scene before them...

Jiang Qian, who was still conscious, walked out of the smoke-filled ruins.

He held the scale-encrusted harpoon in his right hand, and pressed his left hand against the burning wound on his chest. Sticky blood oozed out from between his fingers, staining his front red. His gaze was still as hard and cold as iron, staring intently at the figure walking towards him.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker, tall and broad, with slightly gray hair...

The harpoon flipped in his palm in an instant! As the offensive was being built, Jiang Qian suddenly realized that the man in front of him was not the man in his mind.

So he stopped at the right moment.

The person on the other side also paused for a moment, then let out a loud and unruly laugh:

"Hahaha, you really didn't let us down... Welcome back, Hidden Dragon!"

……

Wen Han was placed in the highest-level safe house of the official branch in Paris.

Two days have passed since her "high-altitude landing" that night, and she has been in a situation where she is almost isolated from the world: unable to communicate, and losing her freedom of movement. The only official personnel she can contact can only comfort her and advise her to wait patiently, but cannot tell her any more information.

The several hours of waiting were an unprecedented torment for Wen Han.

"…She has been waiting for you and has barely slept for two days."

In the monitoring room, Xiao Longnu was reporting to Jiang Qian about the various situations after Wen Han moved into the safe house.

Jiang Qian listened silently and stared at the "mother" in the video image through the image captured by the indoor camera.

"There are no significant abnormalities in her diet and health condition. This is a list of her recent diet and medication." Xiao Longnu said, handing the folder to Jiang Qian.

"Is there anything else?" Jiang Qian took the file handed to him by Xiaolongnu and looked through it in silence.

"Well... Anyway, she is very worried about you and is eager to see you." Xiao Longnv said, "But because of your situation... we have not been able to explain it to her, so..."

"I understand, let's go."

……

When Jiang Qian entered the safe house, Wen Han was sitting at a wooden table in a daze.

She looked haggard, obviously exhausted and overthinking. She was even a little slow to react to the opening and closing of the door.

Until she saw Jiang Qian...

Her confused eyes quickly focused, and she was even stunned for a moment before she belatedly stood up from her chair, walked around the table, and slowly approached Jiang Qian who was standing in front of the table.

"How are you?"

Wen Han looked Jiang Qian up and down. This "son" who was both familiar and unfamiliar to her made her feel a little unsure about what to do for a moment.

But when she saw that Jiang Qianren was fine, Wen Han's heart finally settled down. She was like a rubber band that had been stretched for a long time and suddenly relaxed. She didn't even feel a little dizzy.

Fortunately, Jiang Qian supported her in time.

"I'm fine, sit down and talk."

As the distance got closer, Wen Han frowned slightly. She smelled the residual smell of blood from Jiang Qian.

Wen Han immediately realized something, but felt he had no idea what to say. He clasped his hands together awkwardly and fell into silence.

This silence came from the fact that she knew very little about this "son". Even saying a word of concern at this moment would make her feel extremely awkward and embarrassed.

Even she knew that some things had to be said.

It was her "son" who spoke first: "This incident is quite special. They explained everything when they signed the confidentiality agreement, right?"

"Hmm..." Wen Han nodded slowly, looking down, "They said that we should be more vigilant against such religious activities in the future. We can't always count on God's salvation in life..."

The conversation can then proceed.

Although Jiang Qian was not clear about Wen Han's specific situation, why she worshipped gods, and what needed God's salvation; he could vaguely guess that these were probably related to her "dead" little son.

However, Wen Han changed the subject and pointed directly to the core of the contradiction: "But after seeing such power, it is hard not to believe that gods exist in this world, right?"

Wen Han said, raised his head, and stared into Jiang Qian's eyes:
"You have also become one of those 'special people', right? Just like your father in the past, hiding in the city, but with supernatural powers... shouldering those special cases that only people like you can solve."

"Well, you can understand it that way," Jiang Qian replied tactfully, "It's similar to some professions in reality, but the risk factor is higher."

He did not shy away from talking about this topic, as it was an inquiry he had imagined he would face before entering here.

"Thinking about it now, Xuesong really had a hard time back then. He had to face extraordinary dangers while enduring my complaints about him. If I had known his profession earlier, maybe I would have been a more considerate wife..."

Wen Han raised the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly:
"Until now, he is gone, but I am still enjoying his care. I know very well that no matter where I move to or where I am, there will always be a pair of eyes watching me and ensuring my safety, just because I am Jiang Xuesong's widow." Did she hide abroad because she felt suffocated by this kind of "surveillance" life? It turned out that nothing had changed... Jiang Qian tried to interpret Wen Han's meaning.

In Jiang Qian's opinion, she may understand that such "surveillance" is necessary protection for her, but it will definitely not make her feel comfortable.

"That can't be a reason for Mom not to come home, right?"

Wen Han suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Qian with an inquiring look, as if trying to find out what he was thinking.

Helplessly, Jiang Qian already knew the truth, but he just didn’t want to expose it: “I understand, artists need more freedom.”

Jiang Qian's tone was so calm that he didn't seem like a son visiting his mother.

Of course, this "coldness" was not intentional on his part; it was the usual communication style between the two: polite but distant.

However, Wen Han's eyes dimmed little by little:

"Sorry……"

"?"

Jiang Qian was a little surprised by Wen Han's sudden apology.

In Jiang Qian's understanding, Wen Han already knew his identity, and therefore never treated him as her own son. Since they were not biological mother and son, how could there be any talk of debt or apology?
But all he could do at this moment was to listen quietly to Wen Han's story.

"I'm sorry... I still can't lie to myself..."

Wen Han covered her cheeks, and her trembling shoulders showed that she was sobbing slightly at this moment: "Actually, I am not your mother!"

Jiang Qian's eyes moved slightly, he understood that Wen Han's apology had other implications.

Then, Wen Han began to narrate the whole incident.

The story that Jiang Qian had already known in advance was repeated again from Wen Han's perspective:
The fragments that Jiang Qian recalled earlier, the face-to-face conflict between Wen Han and Long Shen, and Jiang Yang's accidental discovery of his brother's identity, were just episodes.

After a painful struggle, Wen Han accepted the fact that his son had passed away, and acquiesced to the Dragon God's son Yun Zhuo staying in the Jiang family as Jiang Qian.

In fact, if it weren’t for the Dragon God’s great help, more than just the Jiang family’s little son would have died.

After the Dragon God and Jiang Xuesong went to the God War, Wen Han tried to spend time with this "found" son day and night, but the more she spent time with Jiang Qian, the more she couldn't help but think of her son...

After several attempts, the mother broke down.

She chose to heal her own wounds first, and then fulfill her husband Jiang Xuesong's promise to the Dragon God. So she went far away.

I just didn't expect that this journey would continue until today, many years later.

"I'm sorry, I tried... but I can't do it... Whenever I'm with you, I can't help thinking about my son, thinking about the things that I regret, the things that are irreversible..."

Wen Han sobbed slightly, expressing the grievances that had accumulated in her heart for a long time.

Jiang Qian just listened to her quietly.

From Wen Han’s crying, Jiang Qian saw a tragic and helpless mother and wife who had to endure the great pain of losing her son, and accidentally glimpsed the truth that she could not bear.

Jiang Qian understood Wen Han's choice, but did not try to comfort him.

Sometimes, silence is the best comfort.

"I had intended to keep this secret in my heart forever... But that's not fair to you. You didn't do anything wrong. The fault is all mine. You have the right to know all this!"

Although Wen Han's narration was a bit incoherent, Jiang Qian could still understand what she was saying.

This was her way of apologizing, another way of saying sorry.

It was not until Wen Han calmed down again that Jiang Qian finally responded to her story:
"Of course you don't have to force yourself in this kind of thing. It's okay."

As he said these words, he saw confusion and surprise in Wen Han's eyes.

Wen Han was surprised that Jiang Qian remained so calm when he heard the truth about his identity, as if he was listening to someone else's story.

She just didn't know that when Jiang Qian first learned the truth, he felt like he was living a life worse than death, but he eventually survived... and was determined to live the world with two different identities.

"Actually, you don't need to apologize for this. Instead... I should apologize for 'your son'."

As Wen Han's eyes became increasingly moist, Jiang Qian continued:

"If I didn't have this body, I would have vanished long ago. Not only do I occupy his body, but I also enjoy the love and care that should belong to him. Even if there are some shortcomings, it's nothing. So you don't need to apologize to me. It's you who should thank your son."

For this reason, Jiang Qian has decided to protect the Jiang family at all costs, and to fulfill the obligations of the owner of this body by considering himself as a member of the Jiang family.

Wen Han was stunned...

When Jiang Qian stood up and prepared to leave, she subconsciously stood up and grabbed Jiang Qian's sleeve.

Jiang Qian turned around and looked at Wen Han with tears in her eyes and hesitant expression, and he quickly realized her motive.

For so many years, she had been unable to let go of a heavy secret, but today, the knot in her heart was finally untied. What she had to do was simple:
"I……"

A look of struggle appeared in Wen Han's eyes, followed by a flash of guilt.

Perhaps it was a sudden realization of how offensive such a request was.

But she still mustered up her courage and pleaded with Jiang Qian, who was standing in front of her and looked exactly like her biological son:
"Can I... hug 'him' again?"

……