Ch. 426..430: Mr CEO Ex-wife Escapes Again Chapter 426-430 [Finale]

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: The Cursed Love 1

"Also, I’ve now taken over the Xiahou Family, and many people think I did it for that old man. But in truth, I did it also to repay your kindness. I know you wouldn’t want to see the Xiahou Family trampled underfoot."

Sheng Siyuan stood before this tombstone and, for the first time, voiced the real reason he had taken on the mess of the Xiahou Family.

What was Xiahou Yi anyway?

He was just someone who was particularly bad at managing his family.

True, he was successful at governing the lands, but in terms of managing his home, he was a complete failure. His own son and daughter-in-law, out of fear of him, didn’t even dare to tell him that one of their twin boys had a heart condition.

They kept it hidden, cautiously avoiding the issue.

In the end, that led to Chu Yan’s distortion and also to Xiahou Xiu’s death.

Isn’t that a tragedy?

And there was the Xiahou Jingmu family; he thought that by raising Xiahou Jingmu from a young age, he was doing him a favor.

But he never considered how his favoritism would draw the envy of everyone in the family toward Xiahou Jingmu, making him the target of all arrows.

So, he truly was a failure.

And Sheng Siyuan, naturally, had no reason to take on this mess either.

It wasn’t until that final moment at the summit of the snowy mountain in Y City, when he nearly lost his life to Chu Fengcheng’s schemes, that clutching his heart in excruciating pain, he suddenly understood something.

Yes, this heart wasn’t truly his to begin with.

Since he had received it, he should then fulfill the mission that should have been carried by it, and this mission was the one originally on Xiahou Xiu’s shoulders.

When Sheng Siyuan finally departed, he bowed deeply before the tombstone.

By seniority, he was the uncle.

But in this moment, he willingly performed the highest level of courtesy one could offer.

That day, Sheng Siyuan left the imperial capital.

"What did you say? He went to visit Xiuxiu?"

Inside the Xiahou Mansion, Xiahou Maolin, who had been bedridden, learned of this and slowly closed his eyes, letting two lines of tears slide down his gaunt and pale cheeks.

In just half a year’s time, he had aged as if he were in the twilight years of his life.

But when he closed his eyes, he seemed to still see the girl who, wearing a white dress, had burst into their home.

That girl was Wang Wanjun, Sheng Siyuan’s mother.

Did Xiahou Maolin like Wang Wanjun?

Actually, he did, and it was the kind of love that struck him at first sight and from which he couldn’t extricate himself.

Wang Wanjun was very beautiful!

At that time, she and her cousin Wang Meifeng were known as the twin beauties of the Wang Family, but after he saw Wang Wanjun, he felt Wang Meifeng didn’t compare at all.

Wang Wanjun was willful and headstrong, and her appearance was equally wildly beautiful.

So, after that day she followed the Bai Family for a visit to their home, Xiahou Maolin often found opportunities to visit the Bai Family.

At that time, he was already married.

"Brother Xiahou, your family’s patriarch’s birthday is in half a month. How about throwing a party?"

That day, as he visited the Bai Family again and Bai Shicheng saw him in low spirits, he suddenly suggested.

In the imperial capital, when the four major families had nothing else to do, they would indulge in eating, drinking, and merrymaking.

And indeed, looking for an opportunity to hold a banquet and lively activities was undoubtedly everyone’s happiest affair.

Xiahou Maolin’s eyes indeed lit up.

"You’re right, I’d forgotten about that. Okay, I’ll go back and ask my father right away," he said.

Xiahou Maolin immediately stood up and then left the Bai residence.

It had been a very long time since Wang Wanjun, following the old Madam Bai, visited the Wang mansion.

Xiahou Maolin went to the Xiahou Mansion that afternoon and found Xiahou Yi.

"Hosting a banquet? It’s not even a major birthday, so why host a banquet? Are you that idle? Always acting like some rich ne’er-do-well, constantly thinking of doing these things."

Just as he had said these words in front of his father, he was bluntly scolded in return.

Xiahou Maolin’s face immediately turned red with embarrassment.

"No... no, I ran into Bai Shicheng today, and he was asking about me, saying that many others were also asking him, so I came to ask about it."

He was quite astute with this, knowing that his father cared greatly about networking, so he mentioned the Bai Family.

As expected, upon hearing this, Xiahou Yi, who initially did not want to make a fuss, eventually agreed.

"Then just set up a couple of simple tables, and call some acquaintances over, that will do," he said impatiently.

Xiahou Maolin was overjoyed upon hearing this.

From that day on, he dedicated himself wholeheartedly to organizing the event, and he notified the Bai Family immediately.

He knew that once the Bai Family was aware, the Wang Family would know as well.

Sure enough, before long, during his next visit to the Bai Family, he heard that familiar chattering sound.

"Godmother, you’ve been so good to me, I’ll definitely take care of you in your old age, and serve you well," said Wang Wanjun with her sweet voice, always able to make the old lady of the Bai Family very happy.

Soon after, when Xiahou Maolin stepped out, he saw her running out happily with her dress hiked up.

"Young Master Xiahou, what a coincidence that you are here as well," said Wang Wanjun upon seeing Xiahou Maolin, her beautiful eyes shining like stars, dazzling him for a moment.

Those eyes, later on, her son Sheng Siyuan inherited completely.

A sense of delight instantly filled Xiahou Maolin’s heart.

"Yes, Miss Wang, I came to deliver an invitation to the Bai Family. Are you here to visit your godmother?"

"Yes, Brother Xiahou, godmother mentioned she would take me to your family’s banquet. Will you welcome me?" asked the radiant and charming girl, suddenly switching how she addressed him. Her watery eyes looking at Xiahou Maolin made his heart go soft on the spot.

How could he not welcome her?

The very reason for his banquet was her.

Xiahou Maolin suppressed the ecstasy within him and maintained his composure with a slight nod.

"Of course, it would be an honor for our Xiahou Family to have Miss Wang attend," he said.

After speaking, Xiahou Maolin handed her an invitation.

Wang Wanjun was thrilled.

She had never personally received an invitation before, and it was from the Xiahou Family, no less.

Excited, Wang Wanjun hurried back home.

That evening, upon learning of this, the Wang Family was very happy, but Wang Meifeng, upon seeing the invitation, flew into a rage.

"Did you wheedle this out of someone?" She called her daughter into the room and then sharply questioned her.

Wang Wanjun’s face immediately turned pale!

"I... I didn’t." But still, she was unwilling to admit it.

Upon seeing this, Wang Meifeng, furious and in a fit of anger, raised her hand to slap her daughter.

Her own child—how could she not know what was on her daughter’s mind?

But ultimately, looking at her daughter’s frightened and pale face, she could not bring herself to deliver the slap.

Chapter 427: Chapter 427: The Cursed Love 2

"Ajun, Mom knows what you want to do, but there are some things that Mom should handle, you don’t need to do those, understand?"

Lady Wang finally put down her hand, swallowing her pain and anger to persuade her daughter.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Wanjun’s eyes turned red.

She was very aggrieved.

So, Mom knew everything.

But, did Mom also know how much she wanted to take on some of her burdens? Over so many years, the immense responsibilities of the Wang Family were all on Mom’s shoulders, wasn’t she weary?

In the end, Wang Wanjun still quietly followed Old Madam Bai to the Xiahou Royal Mansion to attend Xiahou Yi’s birthday banquet.

"Xiaojun, can you take me with you as well? I’ve never been to the Wang Family’s mansion before."

Just before departure, her cousin Wang Meifeng also came, wanting to go with her.

Wang Wanjun couldn’t refuse and brought her along.

So that day, both sisters, dolled up, went to the Xiahou Royal Mansion, and upon their arrival, Wang Wanjun, who was naturally very beautiful, received a lot of attention.

As for Wang Meifeng, next to her cousin’s brilliance, hardly anyone took notice of her, and in the end, she set her sights on a man named Jian Zhongzhou.

After the banquet, when the guests had dispersed, Xiahou Maolin hurried to find Wang Wanjun.

He had already thought of an excuse to have her stay longer, so she could have dinner at the mansion before returning home.

However, when he found her, he noticed she was hiding outside the main hall, with her little head peeking inside, sneakily observing.

What was she looking at?

Seeing this, Xiahou Maolin also purposely lightened his footsteps, coming up behind the young girl.

"What are you looking at?"

He leaned in close behind her and deliberately asked.

In an instant, Wang Wanjun, who had been peering inside, trembled like a startled deer. Her footing faltered, and she fell forward into the main hall.

Xiahou Maolin: "..."

Xiahou Yi, who had been writing inside the hall: "..."

After what seemed like an eternity, the embarrassed Wang Wanjun, who had taken a tumble through the doorway, managed to get up under the silent gaze of the father and son.

"I... I didn’t do it on purpose."

She looked up at Xiahou Yi opposite her, her mouth puckering, and before she could speak, her large, watery eyes already brimmed with tears, threatening to fall.

She was only nineteen years old at that time.

And Xiahou Yi was already in his fifties.

What is a man of this age like? The sediment of the years makes a man of nearly fifty more composed, especially someone like Xiahou Yi, who stood at the peak of power; his very presence conveyed a profound sense of security.

Wang Wanjun still began to cry.

Xiahou Yi saw her tears, his brows furrowed, and finally, he put down his brush and spoke, "Don’t cry, I won’t blame you."

Indeed, at his age, seeing such a young girl, he naturally assumed she had been scared by him.

Xiahou Maolin, upon hearing this, also quickly came forward.

"That’s right, Miss Wang, my father won’t blame you. Let’s go, I will take you back."

He stepped forward to help the young girl up.

But Wang Wanjun avoided his touch and remained kneeling, not moving. However, those tearful pearlescent eyes were looking at the calligraphy in front of Xiahou Yi.

"General, may... may I ask you for a piece of your calligraphy? My mother really admires your calligraphy. I even saw her buying reproduction copies at the bookstore to practice," she said timidly before the menacingly powerful man.

Xiahou Yi was taken aback.

His calligraphy manual?

This was the first time he had heard of it.

However, he did not agree, nor did he feel happy, because his calligraphy was not something to be given out lightly. With great power came great responsibility, and it was inevitable that some people might use it for nefarious purposes.

"Who is your mother? Does she also learn to write?"

"Yes, my mother used to be very good at studying. She can write and also play the zither."

As soon as Wang Chuanjun heard her mother mentioned, she immediately became very happy and started talking non-stop.

Xiahou Maolin, seeing this at the side, was afraid she would anger his father and so he quickly interrupted her.

"Father, her mother is the mistress of the Wang Family. She is her only daughter, named Wang Chuanjun."

"So it’s her!" Unexpectedly, Xiahou Yi actually knew of her.

Wang Wanjun heard this and immediately looked up at him; her eyes shone even more brightly, like jewels.

"Does the general recognize my mother?"

"I have heard, your father passed away early, and later the Wang family clan wanted to wipe out your family’s legacy. It was your mother who stood firm, and she even became the family head of the Wang clan, right?"

When Xiahou Yi spoke these words, his eyes, which normally twinkled with sharpness, showed a rare hint of admiration.

He respected strong women.

Upon hearing this, Wang Wanjun was, of course, overjoyed.

That day, she finally got the calligraphy manual from Xiahou Yi, but when she returned home, she did not give it to her mother.

Instead, she handled it like a treasure, taking it to her room.

Lately, aside from going to school and shopping, she spent her days quietly in her room, copying from the calligraphy manual. During that period, even Lady Wang felt her daughter had become much more well-behaved.

"Junjun, you work so hard every day, do you want to study abroad?"

Lady Wang thought her daughter might be planning to study overseas.

But Wang Wanjun carefully hid the calligraphy manual and told her mother no.

"Mom, I just want to stay with you. I study hard so that I can help you in the future."

Lady Wang could only smile and left.

She was very indulgent towards her daughter and had no expectations for her to help herself. All she hoped was that her daughter would marry into a good family in the future.

However, what she didn’t know was that from that day on, Wang Wanjun often went to see Xiahou Maolin.

"Brother Xiahou, this is my mother’s writing from today. Could you help me show it to your father?"

Every time she asked Xiahou Maolin for a favor, she called him ’brother’ very sweetly.

For Xiahou Maolin, who fancied her, he was naturally very willing to do this.

However, in the Xiahou Royal Mansion, after once or twice, Xiahou Yi grew somewhat impatient.

"Tell her she doesn’t need to bring it to me every day. She should just learn slowly on her own."

"Understood."

Xiahou Maolin came out feeling a bit downhearted.

But he didn’t dare tell Wang Wanjun the truth, afraid that if she knew, she would stop calling for him altogether.

So, when Wang Wanjun later brought calligraphy manuals, he began to lie to her, claiming he had shown them to Xiahou Yi and then giving random critiques.

Wang Wanjun was unaware of the truth and naturally would not suspect anything.

But as this went on back and forth, Feng’e, Xiahou Maolin’s wife, began to suspect something when she found many calligraphy manuals stored in her husband’s study one day.

By the time Xiahou Maolin tried to cover it up, it was already too late.

Chapter 428: Chapter 428: The Cursed Love 2

Xiahou Maolin’s lies were eventually discovered by Wang Wanjun.

Chu Feng’e personally brought the calligraphy drafts to her, asking if they belonged to her. Only then did Wang Wanjun realize that her drafts had never been sent out all this time.

Wang Wanjun returned home distraught.

Upon learning of the incident, Xiahou Maolin went straight home and had a huge argument with Chu Feng’e.

"What the hell are you thinking? My actions were entirely to avoid discouraging her mother’s enthusiasm for learning. Was there really a need for you to go and confront her about it?"

"Is it her mother’s calligraphy drafts? Those were actually her own!"

Chu Feng’e, not being a fool, immediately exposed her husband’s true motives.

"Moreover, do you think I don’t know, Xiahou Maolin, that all this time, you’ve actually been fixated on that young girl, haven’t you? If you like her that much, why don’t you just marry her!"

She ranted at him.

Xiahou Maolin’s face changed as soon as he heard this; without saying a word, he slapped the woman!

"I warn you, Chu Feng’e, if you still want your Chu Family to have a future, you’d better not talk nonsense. Without the Xiahou Family, your Chu Family is nothing!"

He harshly reminded her and stormed off.

Chu Feng’e covered her cheek, wanting to say something, but in the end, feeling threatened, she could only go and close the door and cry it out.

Indeed, hadn’t she married into this place for the sake of her Chu Family?

The conflict between the couple eventually died down.

Unfortunately, at the Wang Family, Xiahou Maolin was no longer able to see Wang Wanjun. When he inquired, he discovered the girl had fallen ill because of this incident.

"How could she fall ill just from learning a few characters? It can’t be that serious, can it?"

Xiahou Maolin could not comprehend.

Wang Meifeng, already suspecting her cousin’s odd behavior and feeling jealous of Wang Wanjun, began to stir the pot.

"That’s not necessarily the case. She put her heart into learning, and to find out in the end that it wasn’t your father who received her drafts—that’s quite a blow, isn’t it? It’s like a student in school idolizing a teacher, making a tremendous effort for them, but in the end, the teacher doesn’t even recognize her. You tell me, wouldn’t she be devastated?"

Wang Meifeng said.

After listening, Xiahou Maolin thought it over and found some sense in her words.

So, that afternoon, Xiahou Maolin still made a trip to the Wang residence and sought out his father, Xiahou Yi.

"What did you say? The girl wanted to learn?"

Xiahou Yi was quite shocked to learn about the incident.

Xiahou Maolin immediately nodded, "Yes, ever since she found out that you hadn’t received her drafts, she has been bedridden, and now she’s getting daily IV drips."

Xiahou Maolin hung his head in shame for having used his father’s name.

Fortunately, Xiahou Yi did not blame him.

And ultimately, after some thought, he surprisingly agreed to have Wang Wanjun come to the Wang residence to learn calligraphy from him in the future.

When the news reached the Wang Family, Wang Wanjun’s illness improved significantly.

Three days later, Wang Wanjun finally made her way back into the Wang residence.

This time, she dressed up specially, worried that Xiahou Yi wouldn’t like her appearing too young, so she deliberately bought a mature-looking dress to wear and styled her hair into soft curls.

To give a sense of age.

Xiahou Maolin, who came to meet her, quite liked it.

Usually accustomed to her young girl look, seeing her all grown-up gave him a different kind of charm.

However, when she entered the Wang residence and Xiahou Yi saw her, he took a long time to recognize her.

"Why are you dressed like this? Did you really fall ill?"

"..."

The not-too-dumb Wang Wanjun caught on that Xiahou Yi didn’t like her dressed this way.

Therefore, the next day when she went to the Wang residence, she reverted to her usual attire, and to curry favor with Xiahou Yi, she even specifically carried her school backpack.

Indeed, Xiahou Yi was very pleased seeing her student-like appearance.

"Although I don’t understand why you have to learn my calligraphy, now that you’ve come, you might as well take it seriously. Perhaps in the future, it might even help you manage your family’s finances."

As Xiahou Yi spoke these words, he actually felt a bit helpless.

After all, nobody had ever pestered him with such a request before, not even his own children, who revered him and would never dare to be so persistent.

Wang Wanjun obediently agreed.

From then on, in the great hall, whenever Xiahou Yi was working, the people of the Wang Family always saw a little girl sitting quietly next to him, diligently copying his calligraphy.

Of course, sometimes she would get up to pour tea for him.

Sometimes, she would also cut fruit for him, fill his pipe with tobacco, and eventually, even Xiahou Yi got used to having this little girl serving by his side.

"General, isn’t she here to study with you? Why are you ordering her around?"

One day, the butler Lao Zhong saw this scene, and after Wang Wanjun had left, he couldn’t help but remind his master.

Xiahou Yi was startled.

"Am I ordering her around?"

"Yes," Lao Zhong immediately nodded, "Haven’t you noticed, General? Sometimes, even the fruit I cut for you, you don’t eat."

"..."

Xiahou Yi finally realized that it wasn’t right.

So, when Wang Wanjun came over the next day, he formally proposed ending their study sessions.

"You’ve been studying with me for almost half a year now. What needed to be learned has been learned; you don’t need to come back anymore."

"What?"

In an instant, Wang Wanjun stood in front of this man, unable to accept what she had just heard; she nearly fainted.

Over the past half year, her infatuation with this man had grown uncontrollably.

But how could he just tell her to go back?

Wang Wanjun absolutely refused to agree.

"I won’t leave, I won’t study anymore. I can still serve you, General," she finally uttered these words in a pitiful, plaintive voice.

In that instant, upon hearing her, Xiahou Yi’s face darkened completely.

"Serve? What do you mean by serve? It’s not the old society anymore, why would I need your service?" he burst out furiously.

Wang Wanjun was terrified, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him, but she dared not say another word.

Later, Wang Wanjun was still sent away.

And Xiahou Yi never mentioned the matter again.

However, in the days that followed, whenever he worked in the great hall, he would instinctively reach out for things.

Then, turning his head, he’d find nothing there.

No objects, and even fewer people...

He must be going mad.

Xiahou Yi was a bit irritated; that very night, he set off for the Northwest, where he stayed for several months.

By the time he returned, the Wang Family had already spread news about her matchmaking attempts.

Xiahou Maolin was a bit infuriated, so he came to Xiahou Yi first thing in the morning.

"Divorce? Everything is fine, why on earth do you want a divorce?"

Xiahou Yi, who had just come back, glared furiously at his son upon hearing this.

Chu Feng’e, seeing her father-in-law, immediately began to complain: "Dad, he wants a divorce to marry Miss Wang."

"Miss Wang? Who?" Xiahou Yi was momentarily confused; at that time, he had always called Wang Wanjun "little girl" in the Wang Family house.

Chu Feng’e then explained: "It’s Wang Wanjun, who has studied with you for half a year. From the beginning, his sending her over was to gain an early advantage by being close at hand."

"..."

Xiahou Yi’s pupils contracted sharply, and with one fierce kick, he struck his son in the chest.

Chapter 429: Chapter 429: The Cursed Love 3

Xiahou Yi’s rage that day made Xiahou Maolin dare not seek out Wang Wanjun anymore.

And Xiahou Yi, even more so when Wang Wanjun came to Wang Residence asking to see him, refused her entrance at the door.

This caused Wang Wanjun great pain.

Until, several months had passed and it was almost the New Year, Xiahou Yi went to the Bai Family to foster good relations between the four major families.

It was then that Wang Wanjun, defying the greatest taboo under heaven, climbed into Xiahou Yi’s bed shivering after he got drunk.

After all, Xiahou Yi was just a bit over fifty at that time, and under the influence of alcohol, when a woman climbed into his bed and initiated advances, he lost control and slept with this girl young enough to be his daughter.

That night, Wang Wanjun was happy.

But in the morning, when Xiahou Yi woke up and saw her sleeping beside him, he was enraged.

"You’re seeking death!"

In his uncontrollable anger, he even took out a gun, intending to end this woman’s life.

But after Wang Wanjun had succeeded, she simply acted as if she had nothing to fear.

"Kill me then, for in this life, I’ve already had you, and even in death, I would have no regrets!"

She, a girl barely past twenty, actually uttered such shameless words.

In the end, Xiahou Yi escaped.

He didn’t know how to face this incident; he was a man who cared greatly about his reputation and felt he had committed an unforgivable sin.

But when he returned, and Uncle Zhong asked if he wanted to get rid of Wang Wanjun, he hesitated.

Seeing his hesitation, Uncle Zhong understood.

Later on, Wang Wanjun didn’t come to bother him anymore, and if it weren’t for her pregnancy, perhaps she would have done as Xiahou Yi wished, continuing her schooling and learning how to manage a household from her mother as if nothing had happened.

But, she was pregnant.

"General, I just... ran into that girl on the road, and she gave me this."

That day, when Uncle Zhong went out, he brought back a medical report.

Xiahou Yi was thunderstruck when he saw it.

He stared at the words "early pregnancy" on it as if they were something unbearably glaring, and he immediately tore it to shreds.

"Have her taken care of, and also, don’t let her stay in the Imperial Capital anymore."

In the end, he was scared and asked Uncle Zhong to deal with Wang Wanjun.

Unfortunately, Uncle Zhong, considering the child, ultimately didn’t have the heart to kill Wang Wanjun and only told her that if she wanted to save her own life, she should quickly find someone to marry.

No one knew how Wang Wanjun got through that period.

But a month later, news really came from the Wang Family that she was going to have a matchmaking session, and on that day, all the unmarried young men from rich families in the Imperial Capital went to the Wang Residence.

By then, Xiahou Maolin scarcely dared to think about the incident anymore.

Regrettably, Wang Wanjun ended up choosing none of them, but chose a merchant far from the Imperial Capital, a man named Sheng Huang.

When the news reached Wang Residence, Xiahou Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, he remained quiet for a few years.

It was during those years that he accidentally met Wang Wanjun’s mother, a woman who had toiled for the Wang Family her whole life, still unaware of what her daughter had done with this powerful man before her.

Hearing him inquire about her daughter, she sighed and told him the truth.

"Xiaojun, she actually just lost her father too early. She wanted to help me and was looking for a sense of security, so she was always interested in men older than her."

Madame Wang thought the man was asking why Wang Wanjun would choose someone like Sheng Huang, who was over a decade older than her.

After listening, Xiahou Yi didn’t utter another word.

Latter on, Xiahou Yi gradually forgot about the incident, until ten-year-old Sheng Siyuan, who had been suffering from heart disease, was sent to the Wang Family.

"General, that child... has been sent to the Wang Family."

It was a struggle for Uncle Zhong to keep remembering this matter, but as soon as he received the news, he immediately told Xiahou Yi.

Xiahou Yi was stunned, "Which child?"

Uncle Zhong then took out a photo of the ten-year-old Sheng Siyuan.

"Look, his eyebrows and eyes, they actually resemble you. However, he has also inherited the Xiaho Family’s congenital heart disease. This time he was brought here because it is said that Jiangbei could no longer treat him."

"..."

When Xiahou Yi picked up the photo and saw the pale complexion of the child’s face, his heart ached for a moment.

Afterward, under his secret arrangements, Sheng Siyuan quickly moved to the best hospital in the imperial capital.

At that time, Sheng Siyuan always thought it was the Wang Family’s help.

Sheng Siyuan stayed in the imperial capital for twelve years. Twelve years later, because of his heart disease, Shengshi Group began to pressure Sheng Huang to change heirs.

Sheng Siyuan had to return to Jiangbei.

That year, he dragged his ailing body, trying to keep the family’s assets from falling into others’ hands, struggling to hold on.

Unfortunately, as his health continued to deteriorate, Shengshi Group eventually decided to let Sheng Huainan take over. When Sheng Siyuan received this news, he, already at the end of his tether, was finally sent to the hospital that very night.

When Xiahou Yi learned about it, the hospital had already issued a critical condition notice.

"General, in this condition of the young master, only a heart transplant will do. I’ve just found out that something has happened to the eldest young master, Xiahou Xiu. He was in a car accident at his maternal grandfather’s house."

"What did you say?"

Xiahou Yi turned around sharply to look at him, his expression a mix of pain and rage.

Xiahou Xiu was also the grandson he valued most.

Unfortunately, this grandson was gone.

Eventually, Xiahou Yi, despite his deep sorrow, made a personal trip to the Provincial City, where he, trembling, signed the Organ Donation Book.

"Child, Grandfather is sorry for you. When Grandfather goes down there, I’ll make it up to you properly."

When he put down the pen, for the first time in his life, having never shed a tear even amidst the fiercest storms, he could no longer control the tears streaming down his face.

Sheng Siyuan was saved.

But Xiahou Xiu now lay to rest in the Xiahou family’s graveyard.

Latter on, perhaps as a punishment to himself, Xiahou Yi never recognized Sheng Siyuan, and for Chu Yan, his eldest grandson who had been masquerading as his younger brother, he showed the utmost tolerance.

Unfortunately, Wang Wanjun later passed away.

Fearful and under coercion from Wang Meifeng, in a bid to save him, Xiahou Yi, she leapt to her death from a hotel.

Was she afraid at that time?

Xiahou Yi could no longer know.

But when he arrived in Jiangbei and saw this woman’s tomb, looking at the photo on the tombstone of a young Wang Wanjun, he fiercely slapped his own face.

For the first time, he hated his own selfishness and cowardice.

Especially later, when Sheng Siyuan’s relationship with the imperial capital became increasingly tense, so many people wanted to use this incident against them, father and son, including his own eldest son Xiahou Maolin, who almost killed Sheng Siyuan.

He was filled with endless regret.

He thought, if he had married Wang Wanjun at that time, disregarding his sanctimonious reputation, might the outcome have been a bit better?

Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs...

Chapter 430: Chapter 430: Grand Finale

Three years later.

Finally, the situation in the imperial capital had stabilized, and Sheng Siyuan had completely let go, returning to Shengshi Group.

Yin Hehe breathed a long sigh of relief at this.

Heaven knows what she, a woman, had gone through in the company in these three years; she had nearly turned into a man.

"Alright, now that you’re back, it’s time for me to take a vacation!"

Seeing this man return, the first thing Yin Hehe thought of was to give herself a proper break.

Sheng Siyuan didn’t refuse.

So, that very day, Yin Hehe went off to have fun with her good girlfriends.

But it turned out that Caicai was dating Song Wenjing and had disappeared to who knows where for fun.

Meishan Qiandai was home taking care of the children, a two-year-old child stuck to her like glue, unable to be left alone. If not for Sheng Huainan’s patience, God knows this woman might have thrown the child aside.

Yin Hehe: "..."

Having no other choice, she went to Baiqing Building.

But to her surprise, after three years, her brother and sister-in-law were so busy with their business.

Jin Jinxiu even had a second child with Yin Beixiao.

At this moment, they were eager for her to come.

"Xiaohe, you’re here, great, help me look after the kids for a bit, I have to take an order. There are so many banquet reservations today."

"..."

Yin Hehe was full of black lines.

She quickly found an excuse, handed the babbling child over to them, and then rolled back to Shengfei Bay.

Fortunately, once she arrived there, the sun was shining brightly, and the garden was filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, making her feel an unprecedented sense of comfort as soon as she returned.

"Aunt Ke, when are the little ones coming back today?"

She ran into the villa, grabbed an apple, and asked after taking a couple of bites.

Aunt Ke watched her with a bit of amusement: "Madam has forgotten, the young master and the others are already in elementary school now, they only come back once a week."

"..."

Yin Hehe couldn’t bite into the apple anymore.

It seemed that she had been too busy over these three years, even forgetting such a thing.

The most important thing, how could she have just left such precious darlings at school since elementary?

Yin Hehe felt she needed to reflect on this.

Luckily, Xiahou Chen came back in the afternoon. After three years, now admitted to the National Defense University, he would come to see them whenever he had the time.

"Auntie, why do you have free time at home today? Don’t you need to go to work?"

The boy, already in university, was gradually maturing, looking sunny and handsome, quite the attractive young fellow.

Yin Hehe nodded, "Your uncle Siyuan is at the company, so I’m taking a break. By the way, how’s your family doing?"

"Really good," Xiahou Chen immediately smiled.

"These three years, with my Uncle Siyuan at the helm, our Xiahou Family has returned to its previous glory."

His face was full of happiness and joy.

Indeed, although Sheng Siyuan had initially agreed with Qin Zhihai not to show himself.

Yet, as time passed, the Pentagon Building had noticed, so they did not dare to mess with the Xiahou Family anymore, instead, they provided all kinds of support and care.

So it goes to show, power and influence are sometimes very important.

After chatting for a bit, Xiahou Chen went to the city center. He had taken Sheng Siyuan’s advice when applying to the National Defense University.

Therefore, every time he came back, he would proactively seek out this uncle for a chat.

As for Sheng Siyuan, in his effort to cultivate him, he naturally taught him patiently. Whatever Xiahou Chen wanted to know or learn, he would teach him everything he knew.

However, Yin Hehe did not idle about in her home that day, and made a big delicious meal instead.

In the evening, Sheng Siyuan came back.

To her surprise, in the car along with him and Xiahou Chen, there were also three little ones.

"Mommy, you’re home today, does that mean you will be home from now on? Youyou doesn’t want to stay at school anymore."

The seven-year-old little girl, seeing that her mom was so free and still making dinner at home, pounced over in grievance as soon as she got out of the car.

These three years have indeed been difficult for them.

Both sons also rushed to Yin Hehe’s side.

"Mommy, it’s okay, we can continue to stay at the dorms. You just rest well at home, you’ve gotten thinner."

The younger son, Cen Bao, was always a heartwarming boy. Seeing Mommy, his first thought was still of Mommy’s health.

Yin Hehe was immediately moved, her eyes moistening.

She looked toward her elder son, only to find him still quiet and reticent. After hearing his brother’s words, he just coolly nodded his head.

"Mm!"

Yin Hehe squatted down and embraced all three treasures in her arms.

"I know, Mommy will take care of herself. But Mommy can’t bear to send you to the dorms anymore. Shall we go to the school to handle the paperwork tomorrow?"

"Hooray~~"

The three little ones immediately ran off to play, overjoyed.

Watching their departing figures, Yin Hehe stood in a daze for a while before turning around, with tears in her eyes, to look at the man who had entered behind her.

"Husband, I feel like I’m not a qualified mother."

"How could that be?"

As soon as she said this, the man immediately extended his hand to bring her into his embrace, scooping her into his arms.

"You’ve always been the most qualified mother in my eyes, and a wife too. If there’s anything wrong, it must be that I haven’t done well enough, making you suffer along with me."

"..."

Tsk, these days sweet nothings come to him so easily...

That night, the family gathered around and had a happy dinner together, an atmosphere they hadn’t experienced for a long time.

Yin Hehe felt somewhat disoriented.

In the quiet of the night, when everyone had fallen asleep, Yin Hehe came out of the children’s room and saw the man outside waiting for her. They tacitly walked over together, hand in hand, and went up to the second-floor bedroom.

"Husband, can we live a peaceful and quiet life now?"

"Mm."

The man closed the door behind them and slowly led her to the window.

"Do you like it?"

He suddenly lifted the curtain.

In that moment, Yin Hehe saw a brightness rising outside. She was astonished to see countless fireflies dancing in the air, shining in the night sky like stars.

"Oh my goodness, where did you get these from? How could there be so many fireflies?"

She rushed to the window with joy, incredulously reaching out her hand.

But the man behind her revealed a rather proud expression: "I raised them!"

"???"

Yin Hehe could hardly believe it.

"You raised them? How did you manage that? How did you know to raise them?"

He replied from behind, his hands encircling her, "Don’t worry about that. Just tell me, do you like it?" His warm breath was close to her ear as he asked.

Like it? Of course, she liked it! When she was a child, after her mother was gone, she was always locked in a dark house.

At that time, she had always wished to see fireflies.

So, had he raised these fireflies for her because he knew of her sorrowful past?

Yin Hehe’s eyes gradually reddened. She turned around in the embrace of this man, her eyes shimmering with tears in the night as she looked up at him.

"Sheng Siyuan, thank you."

"?"

Being addressed by his full name suddenly made the man slightly unpleasant.

But soon, the warmth of her lips met his in a kiss. For the first time, she was so proactive and ardent that she took his breath away.

Because, in truth, I no longer need the fireflies, Sheng Siyuan. You’re already the light that illuminates my world...

(The end)