It's Nice to Die Together

Lin Qingwan was momentarily speechless.

"No, I'm going to the police right now."

Jiang Shuqin, her high heels clicking, was about to leave when suddenly, her phone rang.

"Ms. Jiang, is it? Your son Lin Li is currently in an abandoned factory in Beizhen Village. I suggest you come pick him up as soon as possible. If you leave him here any longer, you won’t see him alive again."

With that, the man hung up.

Jiang Shuqin exclaimed excitedly, "Wan'er, we’ve found Li'er! We’ve found him!"

The Lin family rushed to the location the man had mentioned.

Lin Li lay on the ground, barely conscious.

"Li'er!" Jiang Shuqin broke down as she scooped him up.

An ambulance arrived shortly after.

Lin Li was taken to the emergency room.

Fortunately, his injuries were superficial, and his life wasn’t in danger. After treatment, he regained consciousness three hours later.

"Li'er, tell me, who did this to you?" Jiang Shuqin asked.

"Mom, it was Feng Yaya," Lin Li said, his face pale. "You have to get revenge for me."

"Feng Yaya?!"

Jiang Shuqin’s eyes burned with fury. "She’s that fat and ugly, and my son—even if he were a eunuch—would still be too good for her! How dare she do this to you?"

Lin Qingwan felt only relief.

Thankfully, the call had come before their mother went to the police. Otherwise, they would have wrongly blamed Lin Xuan again.

Lin Xuan would likely resent the Lin family even more.

Lin Qingwan knew all too well how deep Lin Xuan’s prejudice against their family ran. She no longer hoped for his immediate return.

All she wanted was for him to gradually realize that they still cared about him.

Lin Chang soon arrived at the hospital.

The moment Jiang Shuqin saw him, she grabbed his hand. "Lin Chang, Li'er was beaten like this—all because of Feng Yaya!"

"You have to teach that Feng Yaya a lesson!"

"You want me to teach Feng Yaya a lesson?" Lin Chang roughly shook off her hand. "Jiang Shuqin, do you think the Feng family is easy to mess with? Feng Yaya is Feng Weimin’s precious daughter. If we dare lay a finger on her, Starlight Group could be bankrupted by Feng Corporation in no time!"

"And!"

Lin Chang glared at Lin Li. "Lin Li hid the fact that he’s a eunuch from Feng Yaya. Isn’t it only natural that she taught him a lesson?"

Jiang Shuqin clenched her fists. "But—"

Lin Chang cut her off sharply. "From now on, we’re pretending this never happened. Don’t bring it up again."

Lin Qingwan also felt that Lin Li had brought this upon himself.

"Get some rest," Lin Chang said, glancing at Lin Li before leaving the room.

His entire visit lasted less than four minutes.

Jiang Shuqin pointed at the door. "Li'er, Wan'er, Yan'er, Xiu'er, do you see that? That’s your father. All he cares about is profit—he doesn’t give a damn about your lives."

Even now, she couldn’t stop herself from poisoning her children’s minds.

Two days later, Lin Chang visited Wang Yajun in prison.

Her words rekindled the memories of their past.

"Chang-ge," Wang Yajun said, tears welling in her eyes. "Back then, I risked my life to give birth to Li'er, just to preserve the beautiful memories between us."

"Now that I’m in prison, I hope Li'er can stay by your side and take care of you in my place."

"How is Li'er doing lately?"

Lin Chang nodded. "Yajun, don’t worry. Li'er is doing just fine."

"That’s good." After exchanging affectionate words, Wang Yajun returned to her cell.

Lin Chang went to the hospital to see Lin Li.

"Dad," Lin Li murmured, pressing his lips together.

Lin Chang’s eyes filled with guilt.

What had he been thinking these past few days?

Li'er was his and Yajun’s child. How could he have even considered kicking him out and bringing Lin Xuan back?

Lin Chang sat by Lin Li’s bedside.

"Li'er," he said tenderly, "no matter what happens, you’ll always be my son."

"Thank you, Dad," Lin Li replied, moved.

Internally, he sighed in relief.

His mother’s persuasion had worked.

"Rest well. Once you’ve recovered, come back to work," Lin Chang added.

Though Lin Li couldn’t carry on the family line, and he wouldn’t hand Starlight Group over to him, letting him work at the company was still possible.

Once he bankrupted Lin Xuan’s company and brought him back, Lin Li’s competence would make him a valuable asset to Lin Xuan and the business.

"Okay, Dad."

Lin Li’s eyes darkened.

Once he secured a key position, he would systematically transfer Starlight Group’s assets into his own name—until the company was drained dry and the entire Lin family was cast out.

Starlight Group and the Lin fortune would belong to him alone.

Night Garden.

The bedroom echoed with the sounds of passion.

It wasn’t until 1 a.m. that the noises finally subsided.

Lin Xuan exhaled deeply.

It was over—finally.

If this kept up, he might actually die from exhaustion.

Where had Su Hua learned all these tricks from? Even during her period, she had teased him to the point of sheer ecstasy—both physically and mentally.

Judging by her expression, she wasn’t planning to let him off tomorrow either. What else did she have in store?

Su Hua emerged from the bathroom.

Lin Xuan’s gaze involuntarily drifted to her reddened lips, her hands, and…

Noticing his stare, Su Hua chuckled and climbed onto the bed, resting her head against his chest.

"What’s wrong, A-Xuan? Want more?" She arched a teasing brow, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"N-no, no more," Lin Xuan stammered, shaking his head.

He could barely handle things as they were—how could he possibly want more?

"Hua’er, you must be tired. Let’s sleep," he said.

"A little," Su Hua admitted. "But just my hands. A-Xuan, could you massage them for me?"

"Of course." Lin Xuan obliged awkwardly.

His large hands enveloped hers, his fingers gently kneading her wrists.

"Hua’er, maybe we should take it easy. If I die in bed one day, you’d end up a widow," he joked weakly.

"I think dying together in bed sounds rather nice," Su Hua mused, her eyes curving into crescents.

Lin Xuan: "…"

Exhaustion soon overtook them, and they drifted into a deep sleep.