After delivering his final scene with impeccable acting, Director Zheng personally handed Jiang Shunnian a bouquet of flowers, smiling as he said, “Congratulations on wrapping up.”
“Thanks, Director Zheng.”
“Go handle your matters quickly. If we need to reshoot anything in post-production, I’ll let you know.”
Jiang Shunnian nodded. “No problem, Director Zheng.”
With that, he headed to the dressing room to remove his makeup and change clothes.
His assistant finally had a moment to speak up. “Shunnian-ge, President Fu called for you. I told him you were filming. He’s waiting outside now.”
Jiang Shunnian nodded. “Got it.”
The assistant had already packed up Jiang Shunnian’s things. Once he changed, Jiang Shunnian strode out.
By now, entertainment reporters had gathered outside. The moment they spotted him leaving the set, they surged forward like a tidal wave for interviews, but burly bodyguards held them back without a single response.
Wearing sunglasses, Jiang Shunnian walked steadily and climbed into a luxury car worth millions.
In the instant the car door opened, a reporter with the right angle snapped a photo of Fu Yanli in the back seat. The crowd erupted in shock.
So Jiang Shunnian really is involved with Fu Yanli?
The photo quickly spread online, sparking another wave of discussion.
[So Jiang Shunnian is really with Fu Yanli? My God, what’s the truth here?!]
[Any more twists? I’m a Jiang Shunnian fan, I trust him, but I really need an explanation.]
[Haha, see? No more pretending. You fans still trust him while he cozies up to the big shot tonight and gets all the hot searches yanked tomorrow.]
But in an overlooked corner, one unassuming fandom super topic was popping off like it was New Year’s.
[Help, I casually shipped it and it turned real?!]
[It really is! Business tycoon x pretty entertainer—such a yummy CP! ]
[But this candy’s mixed with shit. Think about that poor woman who got abandoned while keeping the child.]
Messages flew fast in the QQ group chat as everyone awaited Jiang Shunnian’s clarification.
Some deemed him unscrupulous and raged to leave the group.
Then, the usually low-key rich big sis [FJ] suddenly posted: [Don’t worry, there’s a twist.]
[Huh? Is rich big sis an insider? Spill, spill—what twist? This drama’s too much!]
[Trust rich big sis—wait for the reversal!]
After getting in the car and seeing Nono there too, Jiang Shunnian instantly understood Fu Yanli’s concern. He pulled Nono into his arms, worrying a bit about the boy’s situation.
Fortunately, no one online was mentioning Nono yet, and the child had long known his own origins.
They headed back to Fu Family Manor this time—remote, gated, impossible for reporters to breach.
Shen Lingyi and Fu Shizhang had heard the online gossip too. They greeted them the moment they arrived.
“Yanli, Shunnian, have you figured out how to respond?”
Fu Yanli had prepared a few contingency plans, like finding a woman to claim they’d dated, broken up amicably, and she’d willingly left Nono with Jiang Shunnian.
But the effect would likely fall flat.
As long as they didn’t reveal the truth, no clarification would work.
Besides, Fu Yanli refused to insert some random woman between them.
Qin Guanyue’s move was viciously clever. By normal logic, Jiang Shunnian had either gotten a girl pregnant or used a surrogate—either way, proven true, it would end his career.
What Qin Guanyue hadn’t anticipated was that Nono was born from Jiang Shunnian himself.
Though Nono was just a child, he was precocious and clever. They didn’t hide the discussion from him.
Sitting in Jiang Shunnian’s lap, he listened to the adults before suddenly piping up. “Then just tell everyone I was born from Daddy.”
Jiang Shunnian looked down in surprise, meeting Nono’s eyes.
Those eyes, shaped like Fu Yanli’s and shimmering with a mysterious gold hue, brimmed with trust and affection. Nono’s tone was firm. “I don’t want some other auntie as my fake mom on paper. I only want Daddy and Big Daddy.”
This world was a book—a mpreg one at that—but basic logic held that only he and Nono could bear children. The public still believed only women could give birth.
Jiang Shunnian had considered coming clean with the truth; it was the most direct clarification. But he feared hurting Nono.
Feared future rumors branding him a freak, born from a man.
“Nono,” Jiang Shunnian explained gently, “in this world, men giving birth is extremely rare. If people know you were born from Daddy, some might think you’re weird, different from other kids. They might even attack you for it.”
Nono thought it over. “But existence is reasonable. I’m not afraid of attacks. And I am different—I’m super happy because I have two daddies.”
Jiang Shunnian hadn’t expected Nono to be even more insightful than him. He couldn’t help smiling. “Alright, we’ll seriously consider Nono’s opinion.”
Sooner or later, they’d face this hurdle. He couldn’t stay Fu Yanli’s secret lover forever. When they went public, Nono’s origins would draw questions anyway.
And oddly, Jiang Shunnian had a hunch people might accept it well.
When he’d given birth at the hospital, the doctors hadn’t batted an eye—no fanfare, no leaks.
Was it because Nono, as one of this world’s protagonists, started with baseline goodwill from everyone?
With no perfect alternative besides the truth, Jiang Shunnian and Fu Yanli discussed it and decided to go public.
He still couldn’t explain his pregnancy, but he wasn’t worried about labs or scrutiny. Discussions? He could stay off the internet, and his next projects were in-house at Fu Corporation. In a year or so, it’d be old news.
Nono’s schooling was no issue—his progress outpaced peers. Homeschooling for a year was fine, and at Fu School, his classmates already treated him like a boss, calling him “President Nuo.”
Anyone discriminating against Nono? Fu Yanli would have words with their parents.
After elementary, Nono could study in Atticus’s country—Lucien would protect him like Fu Yanli protected Atticus. Or Jiang Shunnian could accompany him.
—Atticus, before leaving, had begged Nono multiple times to study abroad there someday.
Once they’d hashed everything out, they saw no real downsides to going public. Fu Yanli would keep fanning the flames toward Qin Group anyway—few would fixate on Nono’s origins.
Jiang Shunnian settled on a live stream for the clarification. He needed to plan his words and evidence.
Luckily, he’d kept all the prenatal records to commemorate Nono’s arrival—even the signed surgery consent form.
Plus Nono and Fu Yanli’s paternity test. Solid proof.
Meanwhile, Fu Yanli had people investigate the woman and analyze her “chat logs”—obvious fakes; trace the edits, and the rumors crumbled.
They spent the whole day on this, ignoring the online storm.
To Qin Guanyue, it screamed guilt—Jiang Shunnian couldn’t clear his name.
Qin Guanting breathed rare relief. “Looks like your plan worked.”
Qin Guanyue smirked smugly. “Of course. Unless the kid popped out of Jiang Shunnian himself, he’s either a cheating gay or a surrogate user. Either nails him.”
But a man giving birth? Impossible.
By 8 p.m., drama-weary netizens, like exhausted groundhogs, had washed up and tucked in.
They habitually checked Jiang Shunnian’s Weibo—no updates all day. Then, a live stream link popped up.
Eyes widened; they bolted upright. Jiang Shunnian was going live?!
It became the most-viewed stream ever. Online viewers skyrocketed in the top-right corner, shattering nine figures!
The platform, tipped off by Fu Yanli, had reinforced servers—but a billion watchers? Unforeseen.
After ten-plus minutes of crashes, fixes, and stutters, Jiang Shunnian’s stream finally stabilized.
He wore loose white loungewear, looking clean and soft. His bare-faced beauty still stunned.
Bullets flew dense and fast—he couldn’t read them. “Your comments are scrolling too quick; I can’t see a thing. I’ll just respond myself first.”
“Regarding that woman’s claim to be Nono’s birth mother, whom I supposedly abandoned while keeping the child: I formally declare this pure slander, a malicious attack on my reputation. My partner, Mr. Fu Yanli, has already reported it to the police. You’ll see an official announcement soon.”
“But Nono’s origins.” Jiang Shunnian stared into the camera, gaze steady. “Nono is my child with Fu Yanli, carried and birthed by me personally. I’ve posted the prenatal records, birth documents, and Nono’s paternity test with my husband on Weibo—verify for yourselves.”
The words hit like a bombshell. Bullets stalled for seconds.
Jiang Shunnian pressed on. “I know a man giving birth sounds strange—even I don’t know why. My body’s always been normal; countless checkups, even the full physical before signing with my agency, all clear. Yet I had Nono. It’s heaven’s gift, a miracle in my life. I beg you: don’t verbally attack Nono. He’s a healthy, normal boy. Give him a safe, peaceful environment to grow. Please.”
He stepped back and bowed deeply.
Online, #JiangShunnianLiveClarification, #JiangShunnianBirthedNono rocketed to top-five hot searches.
On the living room sofa, Fu Yanli scrolled a tablet. Everyone was shocked—but no hate toward Nono.
He even spotted: [Aaaah, during Fu-zong’s stream, I thought Nono looked like him—especially the eyes! They’re real father and son!]
Jiang Shunnian’s fans lit off fireworks. They’d seen the records—all under Jiang Shunnian’s name.
He’d even shared a late-pregnancy photo.
Pixelated from an old phone, but it captured a stunning beauty in a loose white sweater, hair slightly long and framing his face. His belly swelled gently; one hand rested on it. Eyes pure and tender—divine, no dissonance.
From ancient times, bearing life was sacred. Besides the malicious few, no one could hurl abuse after seeing it.
[OMG, pregnant Shunnian is so beautiful, so divine—wanna call him wifey!]
[I’m a bit pervy, but damn, wanna lock him home for some big-belly play…]
[Sister upstairs, put on some pants!]
[Pure passerby, fell straight in from this pic. Too beautiful! Mpreg fic IRL?]
[Wifey, got more pics? Wanna see (?﹃?)]
Fu Yanli scowled at the “wifey” spam. That’s his wife!
He admitted: first glimpse of the photo shocked him; second, pregnant Jiang Shunnian was tempting.
Did he have to sleep around back then? Let his perfect wife slip away for four years.
If he’d grabbed Jiang Shunnian then… he’d have cared for him, watched that belly grow…
Fu Yanli wanted to slap his past self.
But Jiang Shunnian’s secrecy was airtight—no leaks whatsoever.
And his wife probably had other photos too—after the stream ended, he’d find a way to see them all!
Some viewers switched tabs to check Weibo, thinning out the barrage of comments. Jiang Shunnian could finally make out a few.
He’d set a rule limiting each person to one comment every five minutes. “Everyone, slow down on the comments,” he said. “If you have questions for me, group them together. I’ll pick some to answer—of course, I’ll ignore the hate.”
The comment speed dropped noticeably, and the first clear one popped up: [Shunnian, you had Nono via C-section, right? Can you show us the scar? I’m an OB-GYN—I can spot a cesarean mark at a glance.]
That comment exploded as people copy-pasted it everywhere.
Jiang Shunnian paused for a second. It wasn’t a big deal, so he agreed. “Sure. But the surgeon who did mine had great stitching skills, and I’m not prone to scarring. It’s just a faint white line now—not very obvious.”
He started to lift the hem of his shirt, but Fu Yanli rushed over and pinned his hand down, his voice gritted with irritation. “No. You can’t show them. They’re doing it on purpose—they just want to ogle your body.”
Fu Yanli’s features were sharp and stern as he glared at the camera, warning the viewers. “Shunnian’s too pure-minded. Don’t bully him.”
The live stream audience jumped at Fu Yanli’s sudden entrance, then burst into awkward laughter. Oops, busted.
But wasn’t Mr. Fu way too jealous?
Jiang Shunnian blinked in confusion. He was a guy, and the scar wasn’t that low. “It’s not a problem to show a quick glimpse, right? Will the stream get banned?”
Fu Yanli gripped Jiang Shunnian’s hand tightly. “Absolutely not.”
[Hahaha, Mr. Fu’s jealous! He looooves him! ]
[Trying to steal the wife from Mr. Fu… ]
[Just watching this scene is pure eye candy—a whole family of stunners! ]
[No wonder Nono the Great King’s so amazing. Gorgeous dad, genius dad—perfect inheritance for real. ]
Jiang Shunnian flushed a little, embarrassed, and nudged Fu Yanli away. “My stream’s not over yet.”
“I’m one of the people involved too.” Fu Yanli’s voice was low and magnetic. “If there are questions, I can answer them as well.”
The comments went full ship-mode.
Someone fired off at Fu Yanli directly: [Mr. Fu, when did you and Shunnian get together? Why didn’t you help him when he was bullied out of the industry? ]
The question hit hard. Fu Yanli sighed and replied, “It was my failing. Shunnian and I met that night when Qin Guanyue set him up. But he left without a word, and I searched for four years without finding him. It wasn’t until last year, when he came back to act, that my housekeeper noticed how much Nono looked like me. He tracked Shunnian down privately, and we reunited. I’m truly sorry, everyone. I failed to protect him, leaving him to endure the hardships of childbirth alone. I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to him from now on.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Jiang Shunnian said sheepishly. “The place I hid was too remote—a little county town. I didn’t go online much either. I just focused on raising Nono at home.”
[So you’re a classic runaway-with-the-ball romance? Too shippable, I’m obsessed!! ]
[Runaway-with-the-ball is like this—impossible to track down, lol. But Mr. Fu, protect our Shunnian from now on, okay? ]
[Tch, a total beauty like that with you, even giving you a kid—you must be grinning ear to ear, lucky bastard. ]
Fu Yanli caught that last one, a smile flickering in his eyes as he nodded. “You’re right. Every day, I count myself lucky to have the perfect partner and such a smart, adorable child.”
He didn’t derail the stream’s focus. With his striking, razor-sharp looks and commanding presence, he declared, “I won’t let Qin Guanyue’s past coercion of my love go unpunished. I’ll make sure there’s a reckoning—please bear witness, everyone. And anyone who slanders my partner or our child, no matter the reason, the Fu Corporation’s legal team will see you in court.”
Jiang Shunnian and Nono’s fans rallied too: [That’s right! We’ll guard Shunnian and Nono alongside Mr. Fu! ]
It was an unprecedented live stream—perfectly clearing their names, seizing the moral high ground, and winning universal support. From here on, even if Fu Yanli went after the Qin Group, no one would object.
Once the stream ended, Jiang Shunnian let out a long breath of relief. Good—everyone had accepted it.
Qin Guanyue shouldn’t have any more dirt to throw at him now, right?
Qin Guanyue was indeed losing it. He never imagined Jiang Shunnian could actually give birth!
For a twisted moment, he thought—if he’d known, he would’ve sent more bodyguards to capture him.
Would he have a beautiful, clever son too?
But it was too late. He could already sense the Qin Family was done for.
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