The heavily guarded Bei Mo City was hit by a sudden gust of wind, sending dust swirling into the air.

Night is falling.

A military green off-road vehicle was parked in the middle of the sandy road, flanked by rows of North Desert Guard soldiers in matching olive uniforms, standing at attention.

In the howling gale, a young man stood tall and resolute.

The current General of the Northern Desert Guard, Dúlóng, respectfully sends greetings to the King of the Desert.

A straight shadow stepped forward and saluted.

Even though he was the commander-in-chief, of high rank, he still bowed to the young people.

"独龙, guard the northern desert well."

Having said that, the young man's eyes now held a firm determination. He bowed respectfully towards the imposing Dragon Palace before getting into his vehicle.

"Wu Shuang, follow me back to Chuan. Other warriors, guard Beimo here!"

Yes, King Mo!

The burly man in the driver's seat immediately pressed the gas pedal.

Farewell, Lord of the Desert!

"Farewell, King Mo!"

At this moment, the Beimo warriors stood straight and respectfully saluted, bidding farewell to the young man with a chorus of reverence.

……

A military green off-road vehicle sped along the windswept sandy road. The young man in the back seat had bloodshot eyes, a hint of reluctance lingering within them.

Wu Shuang drove seriously, glancing at the rearview mirror and tentatively asked: "Mo Wang, are we really leaving?"

The young man's name is Ye Fan, and at only twenty-eight years old, he has already made several remarkable military achievements for the country.

During the Northern Desert War, Ye Fan distinguished himself time and again, earning the title of King of the Northern Desert. For hundreds of years since the Xia Dynasty's founding, no one has achieved such glory!

And, he was known as the invincible war god.

"The Xia Kingdom has a northern desert guard, protecting the Xia Kingdom's prestige. It has stood firm for three hundred years, so what is there to fear from a single battle?"

Ye Fan finished speaking, and his mottled hand took out a faded red-and-white photo from his pocket. It was actually a wedding photo of Ye Fan and a man.

The child was very young, with simple hair tied behind her head. Her nose was high, her eyes bright, and her complexion fair, resembling a cherry blossom in its pinkness, as if she were the embodiment of beauty itself.

However, the person in the photo looks displeased.

"Xiao Qing, these years, have you been doing well?" Ye Fan stared at the photo of the child and murmured to himself.

Looking at this only photograph, a smile flickered across his corner of his lips, his mind racing with thoughts.

Five years ago, Lin Ruqing, who had just graduated from university, single-handedly founded Qitian Group, becoming the well-known first CEO in Chuan City.

But the good times didn't last. Just when Qingshan Group was at its most crucial development stage, it was tragically sabotaged by its rivals. It was poisoned and involved in a relationship with a lowly cleaning worker from Qingshan Group.

The video of the CEO and the sanitation worker at night was soon uploaded to the internet by someone, causing a huge sensation throughout Sichuan City.

This cleaner is Ye Fan.

One night, Qingshan Group suffered massive financial losses, and most of the prominent business groups withdrew their cooperation.

To avoid affecting the interests of other companies, the Lin family had no choice but to accept Ye Fan as their son-in-law.

The news of the couple's marriage once again made headlines, and the Lin family became a laughingstock for the entire city.

But on the day after their wedding, Ye Fan vanished from the Lin family as if she had evaporated.

For five years, whenever I thought of Lin Ruqing's breathtaking beauty, I would think of Ye Fan bravely killing enemies on the battlefield. Thankfully, Heaven rewards those with a kind heart; he finally became a legendary warrior!

But, every time he thought about it, Ye Fan felt a deep sense of guilt. This time when he came back, he would definitely make amends to Lin Ruqing.

……

Three days later, a Boeing passenger plane slowly landed at Chengdu International Airport.

"I'm finally back!"

As soon as she stepped off the plane and onto Sichuan soil, Ye Fan couldn't help but smile at the bustling crowd passing by.

"Woooo...Mommy, where are you...I'm scared..."

A child's cry came, Ye Fan frowned, her heart inexplicably ached.

"The King of Desolation…"

"From today onwards, I am no longer the King of Mo. From now on, I shall be known as Van Gogh."

Wu stared blankly, looking at Ye Fan, "Emperor Mo, could it be..."

"There's no such thing here! This isn't Beimo, Wang Ge!" Ye Fan glared fiercely at Wu Shuang and snarled.

Facing that cold stare, Wu Shuang took a deep breath and said, "Yes, Van Gogh."

"Van Gogh, look, that child seems to be carved out of the same mold as you, he's just a smaller version of you!" Wu Shuang said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ye Fan walked over and sized the child up and down. Suddenly, a feeling of kinship welled up in his heart.

Especially the sight of the children crying and wailing, Ye Fan's heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife.

The little child had simple braids, her eyes were bright and watery, and her face was chubby and adorable.

He looks to be only about four years old, but he already possesses an extraordinary value. When he grows up, he will surely be breathtakingly beautiful.

The child, as if having a spiritual connection with Ye Fan, stopped crying and ran towards him quickly, stumbling all the way to his front.

"Dad!"

The child suddenly cried out.

Before Ye Fan could react, the child had already hugged Ye Fan's big .

"Dad, you're back!"

Dad?!

Boom!

In that instant, Ye Fan was like a bolt from the blue.

"Van Gogh, you guys aren't really father and son, are you?" Wu Shuang exclaimed in surprise.

"Stop!"

Ye Fan glared at Wu Shuang.

He just came to his senses and awkwardly said to the child, "Little one, you got the wrong person. I'm not your father."

"No! You're my father!"

The child's face was resolute.

"I'm really not your father," Ye Fan said helplessly.

Hearing this, the child immediately burst into tears. "Daddy, why don't you want me?.....Waaaah.....Daddy...."

Ye Fan was stunned and at a loss for words.

He, the mighty King of Beimo, would be powerless before a four or five-year-old child. If this were to be said aloud, people would surely burst into laughter.

Passersby who saw this scene pointed and whispered.

In three minutes.

Ye Fan finally couldn't stand the child's crying, picked up the child, and compromised: "Okay, don't cry."

For some unknown reason, the child didn't cry or fuss in Ye Fan's arms. Instead, they happily patted Ye Fan's cheeks with their little hands.

The child stopped crying, and Ye Fan also regained his composure.

Unable to find the child's family, he had to give the child to airport security.

"Daddy, please don't leave me..."

The child cried again.

Ye Fan let the child cry, and quickly left with Wu Shuang.

No sooner had the two left than a tall young man in a black professional suit hurried up to the security guard.

"Toot toot! You scared mommy half to death, where did you go just now?"

Seeing the crying child, she panicked and rushed over to scoop the child into her arms.

In her eyes, children are as important as life itself.

Five years ago, that man vanished without a trace. My father said the scoundrel ran off with one million dollars.

At that moment, I felt no pain, not even a desire to die. But thinking of the innocent life growing inside me, I endured it all.

For five years, all the humiliation and the company being taken away is thanks to that man.

I hate that man, I hate that he left without a word...

"Mom, I just saw Dad!"

The child stopped crying.

"Nonsense, where is your father?" Lin Ruqing was startled, and then rebuked.

"It's really Daddy... But, Daddy doesn't want me anymore..." Saying that, the child cried again.

Upon hearing this, a pang of sorrow arose in the young man's heart.