Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. Jiang Shunnian’s livestream hadn’t lasted long—barely over half an hour—but it had already ignited a full-blown internet frenzy.
It swept through the finance, entertainment, novels, and CP sectors… oh, and the medical field too. Five major circles were buzzing in an unprecedented spectacle.
Finance bloggers scrambled through the night, scripting and filming videos analyzing the future trajectories of the Fu Corporation and Qin Group, proclaiming they were about to witness history.
The entertainment circle debated Jiang Shunnian’s official announcement and its impact on his future career—would audiences find it jarring if he starred in romance dramas now?
The danmei novel scene, especially the mpreg channels, saw a massive traffic surge. Real-life celebrity “Runaway with the Ball” stories breathed new life into the somewhat stagnant niche, driving readers straight to search for related tropes under “Jinjiang.”
The CP fandom was practically over the moon. Stunning male celeb x top-tier domineering CEO—with visuals that shattered the fourth wall—had them shipping hard.
The medical community was more divided. OB-GYN doctors pored over Jiang Shunnian’s checkup report, itching to publish papers on the case. Meanwhile, med students let out piercing shrieks: Why can men give birth?! What was the point of everything we learned before?
If men started popping out babies en masse, would they need a whole new course on male obstetrics? And if they pursued that research path—with so few samples—would they have to get pregnant themselves?
Spring Scenery of Mountains and Rivers sniffed out the hype and announced an early premiere in just five days, dropping a ton of Jiang Shunnian behind-the-scenes clips—including his cross-dressing scenes. They weren’t letting this traffic goldmine slip away.
In the clips, both the female and male leads gazed at Jiang Shunnian with utter captivation. Yeah, that’s exactly how we look at him too.
[This drama is gonna be fire—screw it, I’m camping for it!]
[Why five days?]
[Probably ’cause everyone’s too busy spectating the drama to watch shows right now.]
[Why do I feel like the drama’s far from over…?]
Jiang Shunnian didn’t dive back into the online frenzy, but he could imagine its scale. He shut off his phone, blocking out all the noise.
Fu Yanli pulled him into an embrace, kissing his earlobe in a coaxing whisper. “Shunnian, you’ve never shown me that photo before. Are there others? I want to see them.”
Half his body went numb and tingly. Jiang Shunnian shoved him away hastily. “I don’t have any other photos.”
It wasn’t like he had some weird fetish. He’d taken that one back then so Nono could see what he looked like as a fetus once he grew up—giving him a tangible glimpse of the truth if the chance arose.
He hadn’t expected Nono to accept it so readily. The photo had gone unused.
And truly, there were no others.
Fu Yanli knew Jiang Shunnian well enough to tell he wasn’t lying. He could only sigh. I’ve missed out on so much. Fortunately, he still had decades left to spend with him.
Qin Guanting had considered pulling the hot searches, but against such overwhelming hype, even he—the novel’s protagonist gong’s father—couldn’t suppress it. He could already foresee tomorrow’s stock market opening: their shares would plummet disastrously.
Suppressing his rage, he reached out to that big shot for help, but it was a critical juncture—everyone was watching closely, and no human effort could quash this storm. The man refused outright.
Still, the guy had some loyalty. He replied that once things settled, he’d step in to shield the Qin Group—as long as they weathered this storm.
Rebrand later, develop low-key. How many of those spectating masses would ever peek behind the curtain?
Easy words, but surviving this period? Near impossible.
Though Qin Guanting held the reins at the Qin Group, it wasn’t the Fu Corporation’s iron-fisted monarchy. To fuel rapid growth, they’d absorbed tons of investments in recent years. If those shareholders banded together, they could oust him for real.
His first move: placate the shareholders.
Worse still, Qin Guanyue knew Fu Yanli’s next play. Fu had whipped the public into an uncontrollable frenzy not just to target him—but to let the flames leap from Qin Guanyue straight to the Qin Group.
And all he could do was watch helplessly, unable to stop it.
Sure enough, the next day, things escalated. Netizens dug up that Qin Guanyue and Qin Guanting were blood brothers. And just recently, the Qin Group had lost a lawsuit to the Fu Corporation over stolen patents—a nationwide mockery at the time.
It clicked for everyone: The Qin Family’s rotten to the core. One brother’s out here harassing beauties in entertainment, the other’s playing dirty in business. Brothers in cahoots—utter scum.
The Qin Group’s stock cratered visibly, hitting the daily limit down. Without self-rescue, prolonged low market cap could force delisting.
Shareholders, sharp as ever, demanded answers from Qin Guanting. Fix it, or they’d dump shares, pull investments—chairman swap or bust.
Who could’ve believed a behemoth conglomerate could teeter on collapse in mere days?
Qin Guanting could only soothe them: Just hold on through this.
As long as that person succeeded in his ascent, they’d have a shot at reversal.
It had happened before—that one move crushed all the backlash. Hold the line, and he’d rise from the ashes.
But on the third day, Qin Guanting never saw it coming: earth-shattering news dropped.
Their Qin Group’s backer was under investigation for multiple crimes!
Qin Guanyue, mid-tumble with a male influencer in his villa, got raided stark naked—hauled away on the spot.
Qin Guanting’s eyes bulged with rage. It’s over. Everything’s over.
How did Fu Yanli know?!
It hit him: Qin Guanyue. He’d secretly met that guy once before. That was it—when Fu Yanli locked on.
So when had Fu Yanli started laying the trap?
A chill gripped Qin Guanting.
He couldn’t fathom it. All for coveting Jiang Shunnian? We didn’t even force him. Is this a death feud with the Qin Group?
His gaze turned vicious. If Fu Yanli won’t show mercy, neither will I!
He pulled out his phone to dial.
Just then, his nominal wife, Qi Jingyue, showed up.
Their union was pure business—each pursued their flings separately. After birthing Qin Huan, they hadn’t crossed paths in years.
Her sudden arrival? Qin Guanting knew exactly why.
As expected, she slid over divorce papers, clad in a chic little Chanel suit with lace gloves. “I’m not kicking you when you’re down. I want zero Qin assets, but halt all joint projects immediately.”
“Fine.” No point arguing. Their tie to the Qi Family was profit-bound; when profits dried, so did they. He scanned the papers, brow furrowing. “You’re not taking Qin Huan?”
“He’s Qin seed. I don’t want him.” Qi Jingyue instinctively touched her abdomen, where a new life stirred—from her latest favored lover.
Qin Guanting’s brow creased deeper. He felt nothing for Qin Huan. In his prime, kids were easy anytime; he’d never cared for the boy.
He’d stashed money overseas anyway, plus hefty commercial insurance. Even if the Qin Group tanked, Qin Huan would live well. Fatherly duty done.
They spoke in the study, door ajar. Unbeknownst, a small figure lurked by the wall outside.
Qin Huan’s eyes darkened. He’d caught Qi Jingyue’s abdominal caress. The Qin Group was done for—he had to latch onto her, get to the Qi Family.
A new kid for her? He’d be cut off entirely.
Reality diverged from his dreams, but instinct drove the self-serving choice.
Qin Huan slipped away quietly.
Qin Guanting signed. Qi Jingyue rose briskly. “No need to see me out, President Qin. Take care.”
She clicked out in her seven-centimeter heels, heading for the stairs.
But at the top, her foot slipped. She yelped, lunging for the railing—too slick to grip!
She tumbled down screaming, blood pooling beneath her…
Qin Guanting rushed out at the noise, jolted by Qi Jingyue at the base. He dialed 120 instantly. Before the ambulance, uniformed officials arrived, demanding his cooperation.
He’d anticipated this. Big bro only knew indulgence—spilling under questioning was par for the course.
Composed, he asked them to wait: Ex-wife slipped down the stairs. Ambulance en route. We’ll talk after she’s loaded.
The ambulance arrived swiftly. Medics eased Qi Jingyue aboard. Qin Huan burst out crying from nowhere—”Mommy!”—clinging tight. Time pressed; they let him ride along.
Qin Guanting frowned at the scene, sensing something off, but no time to parse it.
He was taken for questioning. His future? Unknown.
Qi Jingyue awoke to a child slumped by her bed. A kid in my room?
She opened her mouth—but he looked up, face like hers streaked with dried tears, voice trembling with fear. “Mommy, are you okay? Does it hurt?”
Her child? “Qin Huan?”
“It’s me, Mommy. I’m Qin Huan.” He hit the call button like a pro.
Doctors and nurses rushed in, briefing her.
Three months pregnant, high fall—the baby hadn’t survived; emergency surgery removed it. Worse: she might never bear children again.
Qi Jingyue paled, hand on her now-flat belly—once slightly curved. Unacceptable! She’d just secured the divorce, free for her lover.
Why?!
She eyed the sensible, clingy Qin Huan beside her. At least… I still have this one. Young, attached. I can try bonding.
