Jiang Shunnian didn’t ignore this feeling and told Fu Yanli about it.
By doing this, they were thoroughly subverting “fate.” If they succeeded, the book’s protagonist top, Qin Huan, would no longer pose a threat to Nono.
But Jiang Shunnian wasn’t sure if the world will would automatically correct course, using some force to make them fail.
These matters were too profound and complex—Jiang Shunnian had never been good at pondering them.
Fu Yanli pulled Jiang Shunnian into his arms, holding him close, and soothed him softly. “Shunnian, we’ve come this far. Hesitation and fear are meaningless now. We just need to press forward with resolve. Even if our fates really were set in stone, I’d shatter them. Besides, the truth of this world might not be what you think it is.”
“Hm? What do you mean?” Jiang Shunnian’s expression turned puzzled.
Fu Yanli leaned down and kissed the space between his brows. “It’s just a hunch I have. I haven’t verified it yet. Once the dust settles, I’ll tell you.”
Jiang Shunnian trusted Fu Yanli completely, so he didn’t dwell on it. After all, Fu Yanli was smarter than him—he didn’t need to trouble himself needlessly. He nodded. “Okay, got it. But no matter what, you have to stay safe.”
In the novel he’d read, the antagonists who fought the protagonist always met grim ends—car crashes, shootouts, even drowning at sea. It was chilling stuff.
“Don’t worry. For you and Nono, I’ll protect myself.”
He would stay by Jiang Shunnian’s side until they grew old together and watch over Nono’s growth, so he would act with utmost caution.
New Year’s drew nearer, and Jiang Shunnian’s crew was about to wrap for the holidays. Reshoots would start on the seventh day of the first lunar month, giving him a full ten days off.
Fu Corporation’s break was even longer—twenty full days, from the twenty-seventh of the twelfth lunar month straight through to the sixteenth of the first.
The company’s holiday schedule became public knowledge thanks to an official Weibo blessing post on the evening of the twenty-sixth.
They posted these every year, but in previous years, Fu Corporation had kept a low profile, so only employees liked and replied.
This year was different. Fu Yanli had gone viral twice, drawing massive attention. Since he didn’t have a personal account, fans flocked to the official one, multiplying followers dozens of times over.
When the New Year’s blessing went up early, everyone wondered why they were greeting the holiday so soon.
A cheeky reply from one of the official account admins lit up the comments: Boss Fu said since we’re off for the holidays, no work online either—so early New Year’s wishes!
The response instantly had wage slaves shedding tears of envy.
[Twenty days off? I can’t even imagine how cheerful I’d be as a little girl with that kind of break.]
[Boss Fu, why not just swallow up all the other companies? My seven-day vacation has me laughing in rage.]
[Who’s as ruthless as us? They say twelve days, but five are unpaid! 😭]
S City’s streets were lined with festive decorations, the colorful lights amplifying the holiday cheer.
On the day Jiang Shunnian got off, Fu Yanli drove to pick him up, with Nono and Atticus in tow. The two little ones sat strapped into their child seats in the back, looking utterly adorable.
As soon as Jiang Shunnian climbed into the car, Nono beamed at him. “Daddy, you’re finally on break! I’ve been off for ages!”
Nono and Atticus had been staying at the Manor lately, cared for by Shen Lingyi and Fu Shizhang. Lu Qinghe occasionally dropped off Lu Yunchuan for playdates, so they weren’t bored. Still, in Nono’s heart, Daddy was always number one.
Jiang Shunnian had missed his son terribly. The shooting schedule had been grueling, and he’d gone days without video calls to Fu Yanli or Nono.
Thank goodness for Nono’s little photo card. Whenever he had a rare free moment, he’d stare at it. Truth be told, he’d worn the edges smooth.
The little one was growing so fast—Nono had shot up a bit more, but he was still cherubic and stunningly cute.
To Jiang Shunnian, Nono was forever the best kid in the world.
Seated in the passenger side, Jiang Shunnian chatted with Nono and Atticus while Fu Yanli drove, a relaxed smile on his face.
They’d spend New Year’s at the Manor this year—already feeling lively just thinking about it.
In the past, it had just been the two of them, father and son. Warm, yes, but a house for two could feel a touch lonely.
On the drive, Jiang Shunnian got a message from Zhao Yuanzhou, reminding him to record a New Year’s blessing video during the break. If he had time, a live stream would be great—his fans and Nono’s were starving for content, and he hadn’t posted on Weibo in forever.
Mingxia, the original author of Nine Heavens Palace, also messaged him to plug the drama.
After five years, Jiang Shunnian’s second drama, Nine Heavens Palace, was finally slated to air—starting on the second day of the lunar new year.
His role didn’t have much screen time, and he’d been too swamped filming to join early promotions.
Jiang Shunnian replied that he’d go live over the holiday and promote it properly.
He was deeply grateful to Mingxia for saving him the role and to Ran Qing for the introduction.
So he decided to do a live stream tomorrow night and give the drama a solid push.
That evening after dinner, Nono came bounding over with his little pillow, looking up expectantly. “Daddy, can I sleep in your room tonight?”
Though Nono was a genius kid with sky-high EQ and IQ, old habits from babyhood made him extra clingy with Jiang Shunnian.
He loved sleeping with Daddy—the man had this warm, comforting scent.
“Of course, baby.” Jiang Shunnian unceremoniously shoved Fu Yanli’s pillow aside and plopped Nono’s in the middle.
Fu Yanli: “…”
He’d snuck over the transparent sleep shirt, planning to wear it tonight for a few rounds.
Looks like tomorrow it is, Fu Yanli sighed inwardly.
That night, Nono snuggled deep in Jiang Shunnian’s arms, fast asleep. Fu Yanli, however, lay restless in his sleepwear, arm draped over Jiang Shunnian’s waist, fingers wandering idly—until Jiang Shunnian caught his hand and whispered, “No fooling around. Nono’s here.”
Fu Yanli eyed his freshly bathed, fragrant, soft wife right there, tantalizingly close but untouchable. He pleaded softly, “Tomorrow night?”
“I’ve got a live stream tomorrow—don’t know when it’ll end. Too late won’t work.”
Jiang Shunnian held back a laugh, not answering right away. He’d gone a bit rogue lately, picking up Fu Yanli’s influence. He loved seeing the man consumed by desire yet forced to hold back.
Fu Yanli’s throat bobbed, his amber-gold eyes darkening like a starving wolf’s—thrilling and mesmerizing.
“Shunnian, you’ve gotten naughty,” Fu Yanli murmured, his warm hand gripping that slim waist. He’d already planned exactly how to devour him tomorrow night.
With Jiang Shunnian’s live stream on deck, butler Shen Boheng had everything prepared flawlessly.
He posted a preview on Weibo and fired up the stream right at eight.
Jiang Shunnian wore a loose white sweater and dark jeans. Even without filters or makeup, he was breathtaking.
Fans flooded in and got hit with instant beauty overload, clutching their hearts as they flopped over dramatically.
[Shunnian, your face is getting more authoritative by the day.]
[Walked in and boom—gorgeous face. I’m eating well tonight, hehe.]
[Shunnian, share your skincare routine? Begging, I need it bad.]
That sparked a barrage of questions about his products.
Jiang Shunnian: “…”
He’d been asked this a million times, but he couldn’t answer honestly.
Was he supposed to tell them he still used Medicinal Jade every few days, keeping his skin flawless?
That’s why he’d turned down every skincare collab.
No misleading fans.
So he played it off with a humblebrag: “I really don’t use any. Just basic hydration and moisture—ordinary brands. Maybe… probably… it’s just naturally good skin?”
[Huh, feels like Shunnian’s hiding something big (adjusts glasses).]
[Inheriting god-tier skin, waaah.]
Jiang Shunnian quickly pivoted, asking if fans were on break yet.
The chat exploded into a gripe fest.
[Seven days only, and two are night shifts! So tired, never loving again.]
[Adding overtime right now… 😭]
[Speaking of, I’m dying of envy for Fu Corp folks. How are you so lucky—twenty days off, fully paid!]
Jiang Shunnian spotted the Fu Corporation mention, his gaze flickering, but he said nothing.
Chat meandered to heading home for the holidays.
Fans knew Jiang Shunnian was an orphan, so one asked: [Shunnian, where are you spending New Year’s? Just you and Nono?]
They were dying to know about his other half—no one had dug up Nono’s mom after all these months.
Jiang Shunnian spotted it, his eyes crinkling in a smile. He answered candidly, “No, we’ll have a few more family members this year.”
[Is it what I think?! With Nono’s mom??]
Fu Yanli as Nono’s mom? The image was wild. Jiang Shunnian stifled a laugh. “Yes.”
He stopped there to avoid spilling more.
Even so, “Jiang Shunnian Spending New Year’s with Nono’s Mom” trended briefly. But with holiday news everywhere and no reveal, it didn’t climb high.
Next door, Fu Yanli watched his love on screen, eyes soft. He didn’t care about being called Nono’s mom.
As long as it didn’t cramp his style with Jiang Shunnian.
After that, Jiang Shunnian dodged partner questions and dove into drama promo.
He shared how he’d serendipitously met Mingxia, then his take on portraying Lan Xuewei—hooking everyone in.
They promised to preorder the show right away.
Spotting Nono fans’ pleas, he called the boy over for a bit.
Father-son high-value duo on frame? Visual feast. Bullets flew so fast Jiang Shunnian could barely read.
Mostly raves for Nono.
The kid was future CEO material—mastered crowd control at his age. Stream vibes were electric, and Nono even plugged Nine Heavens Palace for his dad, spiking preorders.
Two hours later, Jiang Shunnian bid fans a reluctant farewell and ended the stream.
He stretched, then headed to the bathroom to wash up. The faucet had barely turned on when arms wrapped his waist, fingers slipping under the loose sweater to tease and ignite.
Fu Yanli’s lips brushed his earlobe, voice low and husky. “Shunnian, I’ve been waiting so long.”
Fu Yanli knew Jiang Shunnian’s body inside out, hitting every spot to plunge him into desire fast.
Jiang Shunnian braced against the sink, breaths ragged, defenses crumbling as he was coaxed out of his clothes…
After their shared bath, he was carried to bed for more. Eyes shut, bracing himself, he felt a sudden chill on his skin, arm lifted like something was being slipped on.
He opened his eyes—and started squirming. Fu Yanli was dressing him in a transparent shirt!
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