I Returned from Northern Myanmar to Find My Wife Had Given Birth to Her Captor’s Child

In my third year on the job, after surviving countless brushes with death, I escaped from northern Myanmar. But when I got home, I found my wife holding a baby in her arms.

The child belonged to her and the hostage I had rescued years ago.

My father, who had once been proud of me, stood in front of my wife, his eyes full of disgust as he looked at me.

“So you do know how to come home! I thought you’d died out there!”

My mother rocked the baby as she muttered,

“Why couldn’t you have come back earlier or later? Why now of all times?”

My wife linked arms with the man beside her, looking utterly self-righteous.

“This is all so the Qin family will have an heir. If you agree to transfer the house in your name to Deqing, I won’t divorce you!”

My parents both nodded, saying they’d let me come home for the sake of their grandson.

I laughed in anger, then nodded in agreement as they all looked on in delight.

“I’ll bring a gift to the baby’s one-month celebration.”

Then I turned around and submitted a request to my superior to go undercover.

In one week, my household registration would be canceled, and this identity would vanish from the world forever.

And all the property they coveted would disappear into thin air!