Interstellar Beast World: Winning the Villain's Heart with Cubs Chapter 125: Han Qiaone is here!

The sky trembled. In front of Han Soi’s eyes, the massive high-grade military battleship began its descent.

The air pressure shifted violently as the enormous shadow swallowed the temple grounds. The vessel did not hesitate or circle...it landed directly on the wide marble podium reserved for external arrivals.

The impact was controlled and precise.

Han Soi’s heart sank.

There was no mistaking it.

The dark hull, the silver carvings shaped like coiling serpents, the vast wing-like structures folded along its sides...

It was a Winged Serpent Clan battleship.

His throat went dry.

Almost instantly, temple servants rushed forward from every direction. They ford a respectful periter around the ship, their movents swift and practiced.

This was not the treatnt given to ordinary guests.

They were receiving soone of terrifying status.

Han Soi clenched his fists.

At first, he thought...no, hoped...it was his younger brother.

But the next second, that hope shattered completely.

Because the first man to step down from the battleship was not his brother.

It was his father’s most trusted aide.

The man wore dark armor trimd with silver scales, his posture straight, his expression stern and unwavering. His presence alone carried authority.

Han Soi recognized him imdiately.

Zhao Tianyuan.

The personal right hand of the Winged Serpent Clan Master.

Han Soi’s blood turned cold.

If Zhao Tianyuan was here...

Then there was only one possible answer.

Before Han Soi could even steady his breathing, a tall figure appeared behind him.

The temple servants bowed almost instantly.

The man stepped down calmly, his long black coat flowing behind him, his sharp features cold and domineering. His aura spread without restraint, pressing down like an invisible mountain.

Han Soi’s heart nearly stopped.

It was his father.

Han Qiaone.

The Master of the Winged Serpent Clan.

The man who ruled the entire clan with absolute authority.

The man feared by countless empires. Han Soi remained rooted to the ground. He did not step forward. He did not bow. He couldn’t even breathe properly.

Why was his father here?

Fear crawled up his spine.

Even though Han Soi himself was a powerful SSS-ranked orc, he knew very well...

In front of his father, he was nothing.

After all, Han Qiaone was a monster who stood at the peak.

A ruthless, cold, almost demonic existence.

Han Soi had grown up under his shadow. How could he not know what kind of man his father was?

Just as Han Soi’s thoughts spiraled, Han Qiaone’s gaze locked onto him.

The next mont, the clan master strode forward.

Before Han Soi could react, strong arms wrapped around him.

Han Qiaone pulled him into a tight embrace.

He patted his back heavily, proudly, like a father showing off his greatest achievent.

Han Soi froze completely.

His body went stiff.

He did not raise his hands...nor did he return the hug. He stood there like a statue, his mind blank.

Han Qiaone released him slightly and looked down at him, eyes sharp but glowing with unmistakable satisfaction.

"My dear son," Han Qiaone said deeply, his voice carrying rare warmth.

"You have given the greatest happiness."

Han Soi’s pupils trembled.

His heart slamd violently against his chest.

Did he already know?

Before Han Soi could speak, Han Qiaone continued, his tone filled with clear excitent.

"Why did you not tell about the birth of my grandchild?"

The words struck like thunder.

Han Soi felt suffocating fear rise instantly.

So he really knew.

But how?

Han Qiaone frowned slightly, clearly displeased, but his mood remained high.

"If I had known earlier that she was an S ranked female," he said bluntly,

"I would never have created any trouble for you."

He waved his hand dismissively.

"That useless younger brother of yours is just a troublemaker. Ignore him."

Han Soi’s fingers tightened.

"It is good that I controlled him in ti and allowed you to marry," Han Qiaone went on, clearly pleased with himself.

"Otherwise, how would I have been able to see the face of my grandson?"

A rare laugh escaped him.

"Tell ," he said proudly, "he is powerful, right?"

His eyes glead sharply.

"After all, how could my Winged Serpent Clan give birth to an ordinary offspring?"

Han Qiaone reached out, gripping Han Soi’s arm firmly.

"Co," he said impatiently. "Take to see my grandchild."

But Han Soi did not move...not even a step.

He lifted his eyes slowly and looked straight at his father. His expression was calm, but his heart was in chaos.

"How do you know?" Han Soi asked quietly.

Han Qiaone stopped. He frowned deeply, a crease forming between his brows.

"What do you an, how do I know?" he replied, confused.

"How could I not know about my own grandchild?"

Though displeased, he clearly did not want to ruin his good mood. His happiness was genuine.

Only he knew how long this fear had haunted him.

Countless powerful clans had fallen into extinction because they failed to produce strong descendants.

Even with two powerful sons, Han Qiaone could never truly relax.

Until he saw his grandson.

Only then could the Winged Serpent Clan’s future be secure.

That was why....

The mont he received the news, he left the Winged Serpent Clan without hesitation.

A place he had not stepped away from for nearly a decade.

All for one reason. To see his grandson with his own eyes.

Han Soi looked his father directly in the eyes, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Father, were you not the one against ? You treated her like an outsider, and now you want to see her child? Do you really think she will let you anywhere near the egg?"

"A female has absolute authority over her offspring. Why do you think she would even show the child to a man like you?"

The atmosphere turned lethal in an instant.

The joyful face Han Qiaone had been wearing shattered.

His face twisted in pure fury.

"What nonsense are you spewing?" Han Qiaone roared, his voice shaking the very air.

"Are you so useless that you haven’t even won the favor of your own female? If you are pathetic enough to let her refuse my grandson his rightful place in the Winged Serpent Clan, I will truly kill you myself!"