The Amazing Son-in-Law [The Charismatic Charlie Wade] (Chinese name) Chapter: 7278 - 7279

At that moment, Xiao Churan felt as if her entire worldview had been turned upside down.

She never expected that charlie was not only the young master of the Ye family in Yanjing, but that such a tragic past and deep conspiracy surrounded his life.

The Ye family in Yanjing was already one of the most powerful families in the country, and charlie ‘s parents had once been among the most prominent figures in Chinese circles both at home and abroad. Yet even people like them couldn’t stand against the enemies they faced. They had to go so far as to place charlie in an orphanage under a false identity after their deaths just to protect him. So what kind of monstrous force was behind all this?

Xiao Churan didn’t even have time to process how charlie had hidden this from her for so many years. With a nervous tone, she asked, “Is that organization still hunting charlie ?”

“Yes,” Tang Sihai replied with a grave nod. “If they ever discovered the young master was still alive, they would stop at nothing to hunt him down.”

Xiao Churan instinctively clenched her fists and said angrily, “charlie was just a child back then. What kind of grudge could they possibly have against a child? He’s already suffered so much—why can’t they just let him go?”

Tang Sihai shook his head and gave a bitter smile. “Madam Ye, there are many irrational people in this world. All these years, their goal has been to completely erase the young master and his parents from existence. For them, cutting the grass means pulling out the roots—leaving no trace behind.”

But there was another reason Tang Sihai couldn’t reveal. Wu Feiyan had long suspected that the woman who died alongside Ye Changying at the hands of Changshengbo was not actually An Chengxi.

For years, she had never stopped searching for charlie or monitoring the An family—she had even tried to annihilate the An family in New York. In truth, all of this was done to force An Chengxi out of hiding.

If Wu Feiyan ever learned that charlie was still alive, she would undoubtedly do everything in her power to assassinate him. She knew that if An Chengxi were still alive, she would certainly appear the moment charlie was in danger.
Xiao Churan looked at Tang Sihai and asked, “Why did you come to see me, Steward Tang? Was it just to tell me these secrets? Did charlie send you?”

“No,” Tang Sihai replied solemnly. “I took it upon myself to visit you today, Mrs. Ye. The young master has no idea I’m here. I came to ask you for a favor. It may be a difficult one, but I sincerely hope you won’t refuse.”

Xiao Churan responded quickly, “You don’t need to be so formal. If there’s anything I can do for charlie , I’m willing to do it—no matter the cost.”

Tang Sihai took a deep breath, then looked her in the eyes and said seriously, “Mrs. Ye, I hope you can disappear from the young master’s life for a while.”

“Disappear?” Xiao Churan repeated in shock. “Why do you want me to disappear? Even if I can’t help him get revenge, I can at least be there to support him.”

Tang Sihai shook his head slowly and spoke with grave sincerity. “Mrs. Ye, you don’t understand how terrifying the young master’s enemies are. As long as you’re by his side, he’ll never be able to fully let go and face them head-on. If they ever find him, you and your family would become his greatest vulnerability.”

Xiao Churan frowned, confused. “No matter how powerful they are, can they really be above the law? Can’t charlie call the police or seek legal protection?”

Tang Sihai gave a bitter smile and asked, “Mrs. Ye, if I told you that the young master’s enemies have tens of thousands—perhaps hundreds of thousands—of trained warriors willing to die for them at any moment, do you think the law could protect him?”

“If I told you these assassins are scattered across the world, hidden in plain sight, capable of launching deadly attacks on charlie and his loved ones without warning, would you still believe in legal protection?”

“And if I told you his enemy is an ancient monster who has lived for over 400 years, possesses immense powers, and is unimaginably ruthless—would you still think the law can shield him?”

Xiao Churan was stunned, her voice trembling as she blurted out, “How… how is that possible? This is the real world, not some legend. How could anyone live for 400 years and wield such power?”
Suddenly, a realization struck her. Her expression turned cold, and she said seriously, “If Butler Tang thinks I’m not worthy of charlie —or if charlie himself feels that way—you can just tell me directly. As long as I hear the truth, I, Xiao Churan, will walk away without hesitation. But to use such an excuse to deceive me—don’t you think that’s ridiculous?”

Tang Sihai gave a bitter smile. “You are Mrs. Ye, the young master’s lawful wife. He has endured humiliation under your roof for so many years—all for you. Otherwise, even without support from the Ye family, with his pride, he would’ve gladly worked at a construction site, living and eating there without complaint. Why would he ever tolerate being scorned by the entire Xiao family? So how could he possibly believe that you’re not worthy of him?”

Xiao Churan recognized the truth in his words, and her emotions softened. She asked again, “Then why make up such a story?”

Tang Sihai sighed, looking as if he had aged several years in an instant. “Mrs. Ye, the world is layered. The one you live in is just one layer, so you don’t truly know the young master’s identity. Even if you did, that would only show you the second layer. But beyond that, there’s a third face to this world. In that realm, some people can live for centuries without aging and possess powers far beyond ordinary comprehension. Just like the myths from East and West—many of those stories are not mere fantasy.”

Xiao Churan was stunned, unsure whether to believe him.

From a rational standpoint, what Tang Sihai said sounded absurd and implausible. Yet, emotionally, she sensed no falsehood in his words. His sincerity was unmistakable.

Seeing her hesitation, Tang Sihai turned to Jing Qing beside him and said, “Master Jing Qing, you are a living embodiment of the world’s third face. Please, show Mrs. Ye a glimpse.”

Jing Qing nodded, pressed his palms together, and said to Xiao Churan, “Amitabha. Since you doubt it, allow me to show you what true Taoist cultivation looks like.”

With that, he turned toward the temple and gazed at the bouquets of flowers left by pilgrims days earlier.
The bouquets were all greenhouse flowers, cultivated indoors. In the harsh winter, they couldn’t last long and typically wilted and withered within a day or two, becoming lifeless.

Jing Qing stepped forward, gently picked up one of the bouquets, walked over to Xiao Churan, handed it to her, and asked, “Tell me, benefactor, do you believe these flowers are still alive?”

Xiao Churan shook her head in confusion. “They’re already so dried out—how could they possibly still be alive?”

She then sighed with regret. “If freshly cut flowers like these were kept in a warm place and placed in water, they might survive a little longer. But in a cold temple like this, there’s no warmth or vitality for them.”

Jing Qing nodded. “Amitabha. The donor sees even flowers and plants with compassion. That is true great love.”

With those words, he channeled the little spiritual energy in his body to his fingertips, gently tapped the bouquet in Xiao Churan’s hands, and said solemnly, “Donor, please watch—life returns!”