Qin Huan’s itinerary went unusually smoothly that day. He knew Fu Yanli had people watching his residence, and they usually tailed him whenever he went out.
But the neighborhood had a wedding that day, with fresh flowers and balloon arches set up. Relatives and friends crowded the area downstairs for the ceremony, jostling shoulder to shoulder. Qin Huan, being small, slipped through without drawing any attention.
Even better, Fu School was holding its sports day, so security at the gate was slightly lax. He successfully blended in.
Please let me see Nono alone today so I can talk to him, he prayed inwardly. To his surprise, his wish came true—Jiang Shunnian had taken Nono to the restaurant by themselves.
The restaurant wasn’t crowded at the time. Qin Huan trailed them quietly and spotted Nono isolated.
When he thrust the knife forward, Qin Huan didn’t hesitate at all. His strike was lightning-fast, aimed straight at Nono’s heart. His strength far exceeded that of a typical kid his age, and he’d trained in martial arts—this stab was unavoidable for Nono.
He could almost picture the pretty, adorable boy collapsing in a pool of blood. A cruel smile tugged at Qin Huan’s lips.
So what if he’s pretty? So what if he can bear children someday? As long as this world belongs to me again, I can do whatever I want. Finding hot guys or girls will be a piece of cake.
But he never expected Jiang Yunnuo’s reaction to be even faster!
Nono swiftly twisted his body to dodge, then snapped a kick up toward Qin Huan’s elbow at the crook of his arm—the Quchi acupoint.
The entire sequence flowed seamlessly, fluid as clouds and running water, without a hint of hesitation, as if he’d practiced it thousands of times.
This was a move drilled into him, one strike at a time, by top mercenaries Lucien had sent over whenever Jiang Shunnian was away filming.
He often sparred with Atticus and Lu Yunchuan. Though the youngest, he trained the hardest—even Atticus couldn’t guarantee a full victory against him.
Qin Huan’s arm went instantly numb, his fingers losing control. The knife slipped from his grasp with a sharp clatter as it hit the floor.
“Jiang Yunnuo!” Qin Huan glared at him venomously. He reacted quickly too, counterattacking on instinct. The two kids clashed immediately, their moves ruthless and seasoned, evoking the feel of an old-school wuxia flick.
Lu Yunchuan dashed into the restaurant just as fast, following the noise. Spotting Nono in a fight, he charged in to join the fray.
The stalemated battle flipped in an instant. Lu Yunchuan and Nono synced perfectly—one targeting the legs, the other hammering the upper body. Qin Huan had nowhere to dodge and got kicked flat on his back.
Jiang Shunnian, in the restroom, sensed something off. He shouted Nono’s name loudly, hurriedly fixed himself up, and rushed out—only to see Lu Yunchuan stripping off his sports jacket to bind Qin Huan’s arms behind his back in a secure reverse lock, tying it with an anti-slip knot like a pro.
Nono had a foot planted on his calf to pin him down.
Jiang Shunnian stood there, dumbfounded.
He tried to help, but there was no room to jump in.
After securing the kid, Lu Yunchuan kicked him once more, flipping him fully onto his stomach. Only then did he look up at Jiang Shunnian, his handsome little face radiating calm reliability. “Uncle Jiang, don’t worry. Neither Nono nor I got hurt.”
Nono came over and took Jiang Shunnian’s hand. “Daddy, this kid ambushed me out of nowhere and said some weird stuff. But it’s fine—Yunchuan showed up right on time. We subdued him. Daddy, who is he?”
Jiang Shunnian recognized Qin Huan and felt a chill run down his spine. How is the protagonist gong still here?
Seeing the knife on the ground filled him with fury. Was this Qin Huan trying to murder Nono? What a born bad seed!
No wonder he’d schemed against his own birth mother at such a young age.
Jiang Shunnian didn’t want to lay hands on a child. He scooped up Nono and backed away, then immediately called Fu Yanli.
An assistant picked up, voice frantic. “Mr. Jiang, the boss was in a car accident—leg injury. We don’t know the severity yet. We’re heading to the hospital now.”
Jiang Shunnian’s mind went blank with a buzz, nearly buckling at the knees. How could Fu Yanli be in an accident? Random chance or foul play?!
Qin Huan? Or some unavoidable force?
Luckily, Nono stayed steady. He took the phone. “Uncle Xiao Wang? Please take good care of my big dad. Update me on any changes. Daddy and I will get there ASAP.”
Lu Yunchuan called his own big dad, Pei Qingrong. With Uncle Fu hurt, he instinctively turned to him.
Pei Qingrong said he’d be right there.
Nono had Jiang Shunnian set him down and walked over to Qin Huan, looking down at him coldly. “You don’t deserve my forgiveness. I’ll never forgive you. If I could, I’d want you gone forever—never to show your face in front of me again!”
His expression was icy, his gaze like frost, as if a more mature soul dwelled within him.
Qin Huan thrashed wildly, his face twisting. “No! You can’t do this! I was wrong—I really was! Please forgive me! Let me stay, I beg you!”
But Nono spared him no more glances.
Lu Yunchuan found him noisy. He crouched and pressed an acupoint at the back of Qin Huan’s head with deft force, knocking him out cold.
Nono returned to Jiang Shunnian’s side, holding his ice-cold fingers to comfort him. “Daddy, Big Dad will be fine. Don’t tell Grandpa and Grandma yet. Let’s head to him first. Yunchuan, can you ask Uncle Pei to arrange your family’s helicopter?”
It was the fastest way.
“Of course.” Lu Yunchuan agreed without hesitation.
Pei Qingrong quickly cleared the flight path and had the chopper brought over. Thirty minutes later, Jiang Shunnian and Nono took off for the city where Fu Yanli was on his business trip.
Jiang Shunnian’s eyes were red-rimmed. He prayed nonstop in his heart for Fu Yanli to be okay, unable to stop soft sobs as he leaned on Nono’s tiny shoulder.
Nono worried about Big Dad too, but with Daddy in such bad shape, he had to stay strong. He wiped Jiang Shunnian’s tears with a tissue, offering comfort.
The helicopter sped over cityscapes and fields, arriving in the city an hour and a half later.
The assistant had rushed Fu Yanli to the hospital for emergency care and sent the location to Jiang Shunnian’s phone.
Thankfully, the hospital had a rooftop helipad, saving some travel time.
Jiang Shunnian leaped from the chopper in a hurry, Nono in tow, and bolted to the ER.
Fu Yanli’s left leg had taken the worst of it. The crash impact was massive—suicidal, even. The car door deformed completely, caved in. Fu Yanli had dodged just in time; otherwise, the outcome would’ve been unthinkable.
The assistant and driver had scrapes and bruises on their faces and bodies, but nothing major since they weren’t the primary impact points. They could still move fine.
Jiang Shunnian’s heart pounded in terror, breath catching.
The hospital bustled with people. Jiang Shunnian, rushing in unmasked, got recognized and photographed for the internet.
His red-eyed, tear-streaked face tugged at countless hearts. Everyone wondered what had happened to him.
Local netizens soon linked it to a severe car crash that had just occurred.
Someone had snapped pics of the scene—the mangled vehicle was too horrific to look at.
God, please don’t let President Fu be hurt! They’re about to get their happy ending!
Yeah, a great guy like President Fu will surely turn misfortune into good fortune.
Shunnian, don’t cry. President Fu will be okay.
Countless people prayed for Fu Yanli’s recovery. Nono stayed resolute: “Big Dad will be fine.”
Fu Yanli loved Jiang Shunnian too deeply to leave this world. Even if he ended up in the underworld, he’d find a way back.
The love he’d finally found—he’d never let go.
Jiang Shunnian sat slumped in a chair, head bowed, losing all track of time. Suddenly, Nono spoke: “Daddy, the surgery’s done.”
Jiang Shunnian snapped his head up and jumped to his feet.
Soon, a doctor in green scrubs emerged. “Rest easy—the surgery was a success.”
The breath Jiang Shunnian had been holding finally released. Tears welled as he thanked the man profusely.
“The patient’s will to live was incredibly strong. His physique far surpasses average too. Now that surgery’s done, recovery will be swift,” the doctor reassured.
Jiang Shunnian heard the peril loud and clear and broke down crying again.
Even recognizing him, no one disturbed Jiang Shunnian—they just watched from afar. Seeing the doctor’s smile eased everyone’s fears; the operation had succeeded.
Fu Yanli was wheeled out next. His face was unscathed, but who knew about the rest of him. Still out from anesthesia and in a coma, Jiang Shunnian didn’t dare touch, just followed the nurses to the ICU.
The nurse said he’d need 24 hours of monitoring—no visits.
The assistant ordered takeout, urging Jiang Shunnian to eat. He had no appetite, but he couldn’t collapse while caring for Fu Yanli. He forced some down.
Shen Lingyi saw the crash news online and panicked. Knowing Jiang Shunnian must be a wreck, she called Nono.
Nono gave a full update and soothed her not to worry.
She and Fu Shizhang wanted to rush over, but the accident was too suspicious—unknown if the culprits had more plans. They had to stabilize things first. Swallowing their grief, they headed to Fu Corporation to take charge.
“Nono, look after Daddy and yourself. Grandma will come once things are sorted.”
“I know, Grandma. Don’t worry.”
Fortunately, Fu Shizhang’s health had recovered well over the past half-year; he could hold things together for a bit.
After 24 hours, Fu Yanli’s vitals stabilized. He could move to a regular room.
Fu Yanli was awake, face a bit pale but eyes steady and reassuring, still exuding reliability.
He took Jiang Shunnian’s hand and murmured, “Sorry for worrying you.”
Jiang Shunnian shook his head frantically, fighting tears. “It’s okay. As long as you’re safe, I’m fine.”
Fu Yanli ached seeing Jiang Shunnian’s haggard face. He soothed him: “Shunnian, no more worries. Everything’s settled now—no more upheavals. You know, I had a long dream. I think it was your original timeline. It took me ages to find you, but you’d already passed. I learned Nono was my child, that Qin Huan had tormented him. I was furious, wanted to snatch him back from Qin Huan. But the Qin Family was untouchable then. I failed.”
Fu Yanli tried joking to lighten the mood. “See? I’m pretty useless. That’s why heaven let you reborn, not me.”
He skipped mentioning his legs being crippled, sparing Jiang Shunnian worry, sticking to upbeat parts. “Good thing my wife seized the chance and made the right call. We broke free from fate at the smallest cost.”
Fu Yanli’s thigh was fractured, organs bruised from the impact—but all recoverable. Compared to the original ending, it was incredibly lucky.
“And during surgery, I swear I heard voices. Don’t know whose, but they urged me onward, said you were waiting, I couldn’t fail.” Fu Yanli smiled. “Must’ve been you and Nono’s fans blessing me. Shunnian, you saved me.”
Jiang Shunnian checked his phone then. His Weibo comments had hit 80 million, climbing by thousands per second—everyone praying for Fu Yanli.
His tear ducts must be busted; he couldn’t stop crying.
He laced fingers with Fu Yanli, snapped a photo, and posted to Weibo: [Thank you all for the blessings. Yanli’s out of surgery safely. Everything’s fine.]
Yay! Wishing President Fu a speedy recovery for a happy life with our Shunnian!
I’m sensitive, but I feel like they’ve been through hell before. Just now, though? No more bumps ahead—pure bliss till the end!
