With a command from the lead officer, the crazed man was shoved into the police car, which roared away with sirens blaring.
The wedding guests finally had a moment to breathe. Still shaken and disheveled, they looked absolutely miserable.
The police had no interest in the complaints of these pampered elites. With a scene like this, the Yin family would be held fully responsible. As for how they’d settle it—that was up to them.
The lead officer approached Yin Hao with an arrest warrant in hand. “Yin Hao, you are under arrest for fraud and harming others.” With a wave of his hand, his officers stepped forward and cuffed Yin Hao on the spot.
Old Madam Yin rushed over, tugging at the officers. “What are you doing?! My grandson didn’t do anything! Let him go! Or I’ll sue you for unlawful entry and detaining an innocent civilian!”
The officer raised an eyebrow at her legal jargon—clearly this old woman knew a thing or two, though sadly, she used it in all the wrong ways. Maintaining a stern expression, he warned, “Ma’am, if you continue to obstruct official duties, we’ll have no choice but to bring you in too.”
She immediately stepped back, though her mouth remained as sharp as ever. “You’re arresting people without knowing right from wrong! I’ll sue you all, just wait!”
The officers ignored her and escorted Yin Hao into the police car without a hitch.
With the wedding in shambles and the groom taken away in cuffs, the guests—already terrified—had no desire to stay. They made quick exits, some not even bothering with goodbyes.
As Shang Yushang led He Changning to their car, Old Madam Yin suddenly blocked their path. Her expression dark and vicious, she glared at He Changning. “This was your doing, wasn’t it?”
He Changning replied lazily, “Do you have proof?”
Choked by rage, she couldn’t utter a single word. Her anger festered in her chest like a clot of old blood.
From beginning to end, Yin Zhining had said nothing. He watched the entire mess unfold like an outsider. Most of his gaze lingered on He Changning—his thoughts unreadable.
Lin Jingxian remained slumped on the ruined wedding site. Gone was her pride, her arrogance. Now she was just a deflated husk, collapsed on the ground with no clue where her life would go from here. She had been wrong—she should never have coveted something that didn’t belong to her, much less challenged someone she couldn’t defeat. Her greed had dragged her into ruin. Without the Lin family, she had only Yin Hao left. No matter their relationship, at least for the Lin family’s sake, he might’ve ensured she lived in comfort. But now even that last thread was gone. What future did she have left? Who would care about a ruined woman like her?
Newspapers and media sites erupted with coverage of the Yin Group heir being arrested at his wedding. The new bride was left in tears, her fate unknown. Speculation ran wild.
The Yin Group plunged into crisis, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.
Just as the public buzzed with theories about the company’s future, Yin Zhining called a press conference and dropped a bombshell: the Yin Group would cease to exist. Going forward, it would operate as a subsidiary of the Shang Corporation. He transferred his 48% stake in the Yin Group to his son, He Changning, and handed the remaining 52% over to the Shang Corporation.
He didn’t mention his current wife or their three children—not a word. He didn’t even leave a message for his mother. After settling the company’s affairs, he vanished.
The Yin household fell into utter disarray. The servants didn’t even bother asking for their wages—they packed their things and left. Old Madam Yin, cursing Yin Zhining as worse than a dog, collapsed from fury. When she came to, the doctor informed her she had suffered a stroke—half her body was paralyzed. Her remaining days would be spent in a hospital bed.
Even then, she wasn’t ready to die like that. With what private savings she had left, she secretly hired a caretaker.
After the bankruptcy announcement, Cong Min and Yin Jun ransacked the house, sold the old estate, and disappeared with the money. Rumor had it they’d fled abroad to stay with her daughter. As for Yin Hao, now sitting in a detention center, Cong Min no longer had the time—or will—to care.
The once-unshakable Yin family had now scattered to the wind. In the face of such ruin, people sighed at the unpredictable nature of life and the paper-thin ties of family among the wealthy.
He Changning stood on the balcony, eyes gazing into the distance—though, on closer look, unfocused. His heart was a storm of emotions, and the memories of the past twenty years surged in his mind like a flood breaking through a dam.
Two strong arms wrapped tightly around him from behind. A familiar voice murmured beside his ear, “Changning, it’s all over now. From now on, I’ll always be by your side. Okay?” The deep, heavy tone reverberated in He Changning’s chest.
The raging flood inside him was soothed by the warmth of this man’s embrace. He let out a long breath, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small smile as his smooth cheek rubbed against Shang Yushang’s face. “Jianzhi, meeting you was the best damn luck of my life.”
Shang Yushang ran with it. “Then shouldn’t you spoil your one-of-a-kind husband a little more? I’m a limited edition, you know. Plenty of people are eyeing me.”
“Let them look. You’ve got my tag stamped on you. Anyone dumb enough to try something—I’ll break them.”
That bold little glare utterly delighted Shang Yushang. He scooped the little guy up by the butt and held him close. He wrapped those long legs of his around Shang Yushang’s waist in a way that couldn’t be more suggestive. Shang Yushang gave those two soft mounds a good squeeze—supple and springy, the feel was off the charts.
He blushed bright red in an instant, eyes misty and dewy, arms looped around Shang Yushang’s neck as he stared at him with those wide blinking eyes.
Shang Yushang felt like he was being driven insane by that gaze. He wanted nothing more than to devour him whole right then and there. But rationality still held strong—barely. He pressed a fierce kiss to those thin lips, grinding and biting as he poured out his pent-up desire.
After a long, heated session tangled together, Shang Yushang finally coaxed him to sleep. Only then did he step out onto the balcony with his phone.
“Bai Mo, where are you?”
The voice on the other end grumbled, annoyed. “What is it now? Middle of the damn night—don’t you know how to let people sleep? Aren’t you afraid of karma?”
Shang Yushang raised an eyebrow. “You’re in Su Yang’s bed, aren’t you?”
Bai Mo coughed awkwardly. “None of your business. Just spit it out.”
Shang Yushang couldn’t care less about their drama. A while back, he’d accidentally had someone slip something into a bottle of wine he gifted them. Whatever happened after that wasn’t his concern. Judging from the current situation though, Bai Mo was pretty good at going with the flow—already in Su Yang’s bed. Not too dumb, at least.
“I did what I promised. Now it’s your turn.” Honestly, Bai Mo and Su Yang were just one step away from sealing the deal. But since they both kept dragging their feet, Shang Yushang gave them a push. Now the rest just happened naturally.
Bai Mo’s laziness vanished; his tone turned serious. “Are you sure?”
Shang Yushang wanted to roll his eyes like He Changning did, but figured there was no point when the guy couldn’t see it. “If I were a doctor, would I need you? It’s just a guess for now, but there’s a strong possibility.”
Bai Mo rubbed his temples. “Please, cut the official talk. Just tell me—what obvious signs are there?”
Shang Yushang thought for a moment. “Sleepy. Hungry. Appetite’s getting bigger every day. Sometimes gets acid reflux or nausea.” He hesitated. “Body’s pretty sensitive too.”
Bai Mo shifted, pulling the person in his arms tighter. His fingers absentmindedly traced the bare shoulder in front of him. “Sounds like a match, but we’ll need a full checkup to be sure.”
Shang Yushang didn’t bother wasting words. “When are you coming back?”
This wasn’t a trivial matter—it needed to be taken seriously. Bai Mo also dropped the playful tone. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Take care of him. And keep that thing of yours in check. It’s a sensitive period.”
Shang Yushang flushed, his voice gruff. “Mind your own damn business. Get back soon—and bring Su Yang with you. Don’t go messing things up on my end just because you’re frustrated.”
For once getting the upper hand on Young Master Shang, Bai Mo didn’t mind being teased. “Got it,” he said, and hung up on Shang Yushang.
Sleep had completely left him.
He’d secretly looked into the Mu Yi tribe himself, but compared to Shang Yushang’s capabilities in that area, he had to admit defeat. So now, all he could do was continue feeling his way forward, hoping He Changning would come out of it safe and sound.
He glanced at the clock, then lowered his head and kissed the man in his arms tenderly, whispering softly into his ear, “Yangyang, wake up—I need to talk to you.”
Su Yang blinked groggily, opening his eyes to see a handsome face zoomed in close to his. His brain slowly cleared as the memories of their passion the night before hit him like a wave. His entire face flushed red, from the tips of his ears down to his chest. His voice came out hoarse, and he couldn’t meet Bai Mo’s gaze. “What’s up?”
Every bit of Su Yang’s flustered reaction was seen by Bai Mo, and it melted his heart. He placed a warm kiss on Su Yang’s temple and murmured, “Yangyang, let’s go back home.”
The sudden announcement caught Su Yang off guard. “Did something happen?”
Bai Mo chuckled. “Yushang’s wife might be pregnant.”
Su Yang’s eyes lit up immediately. “Really?” His voice was filled with excitement.
Bai Mo ran his fingers through Su Yang’s silky black hair. “It’s not confirmed yet, but based on what Yushang said about her symptoms, it’s pretty likely.”
“So… we’re going back?”
“Yeah. I also want to give you an official identity,” he said gently. “It’s something I owe you.”
Su Yang’s nose tingled, and his eyes grew a little red. “You don’t regret it?”
“I’ve never regretted it—not since the day I realized I loved you.”
“But… I can’t be like Changning, I—”
Bai Mo cut him off. “You dummy. Why make things harder for yourself when there’s an easier way? If it’s handed to you on a silver platter, just take it.”
“You’re such a jerk. If Yushang finds out you’re eyeing his kid, you’re dead.”
Bai Mo didn’t care. “Please, he needs me to even qualify as the kid’s dad. I’ve gotta get something out of it. No way I’m doing all this for free.”
Su Yang sighed with a small smile. “Show off.”
Bai Mo’s eyes sparkled. “Enough talking—why waste time when we could be doing something way more fun?”
And so, under Bai Mo’s relentless teasing, sweet words, and not-so-subtle advances, Su Yang was once again completely and thoroughly devoured by this insatiable wolf.
Meanwhile, time crawled by in the detention center for Yin Hao. A pampered rich boy like him couldn’t handle such a miserable place. Day after day, he waited anxiously, hoping his family would come to get him out.
But the days kept passing.
No one came to visit. Worse, he heard the Yin family had gone bankrupt. His father had vanished without a trace. His mother took his younger brother, emptied out the family’s accounts, and fled the country. His grandmother fell ill, though somehow there was still enough money to hire a nurse to look after her. He was the only one left behind. Even his new wife had disappeared without a word.
The once high-and-mighty Young Master Yin was now no better than a filthy beggar—no dignity, no rights, no freedom, and none of the luxurious life he once had. What awaited him now was a fair and just sentence under the law. He’d be spending the next several years behind bars.
As for Lin Jingxian, she had left.
She pawned her last pieces of jewelry and used the pocket money she’d once thrown around as tips to quietly disappear from the city. She swore she would never return.
Shang Yuchen had been unusually well-behaved lately. Maybe everything that had happened had left a real mark on him. He seemed more mature now. He even took the initiative to ask his father to send him abroad—he wanted to chase his childhood dream of becoming a freelancer.
Before he left, he called his older brother.
It took him a long moment to finally say the word he’d always struggled with. His voice trembled a little.
“Bro, I’m leaving.”
On the other end, Shang Yushang held the phone tightly. His deep voice, for once, was no longer cold and distant.
“Yuchen… take care of yourself. Be safe out there.”
Shang Yuchen’s eyes were red as he said, “Got it, bro.”
Shang Guozhang, who came to see him off, smiled with relief. Maybe when that day came, he could finally rest in peace.
Shang Yuhe was a little surprised, but still genuinely happy. Her brother’s change reassured her—she no longer worried about struggling alone in a foreign country. She gave him a big hug. “Take care, big brother. Remember to call home often.”
Shang Yuchen tightened his arms around her. “I will. Work hard—I won’t let you down.”
After countless reluctant words and reminders from Qiu Huilin, Shang Yuchen boarded his departing flight, stepping into a new chapter of his life.
