"Because I discovered she tried to set fire to kill you when you were a child. I warned her not to lay a finger on you—if anything happened to you again, I'd come for her!"
"Guanyan, your father has been protecting you all along!"
Gu Song clutched his chest, looking at Xie Guanyan in agony.
He had known for a long time that he had a child in a welfare home in the slums.
Originally, he hadn’t planned to bring him back, but his legitimate son, Gu Jingchuan, was too useless, so he wanted Xie Guanyan to serve as a wake-up call.
He had tried to bring Xie Guanyan home several times, but the boy refused—until high school, when he finally agreed.
A bastard was still a bastard; he couldn’t overstep, so he had to be kept in check.
Later, when Xie Guanyan wanted to attend the prestigious No. 1 High School, Gu Song was secretly pleased—it would push Gu Jingchuan harder.
But who knew Gu Jingchuan was as stubborn as a mule and didn’t feel threatened at all?
And who could’ve imagined that Zhang Meixia, this woman, would still harbor such malice?
Gu Song’s words churned Xie Guanyan’s stomach. He leaned over the edge of the yacht and vomited.
This man deserved to die ten thousand times over!
Wiping his mouth, Xie Guanyan strode toward Gu Song and stomped on his hand, grinding his foot mercilessly. "The best protection you could’ve given me was wearing a condom!"
Gu Song: "..."
Pain shot through Gu Song’s scalp, but before he could scream, a bodyguard stuffed a sock into his mouth.
Zhang Meixia watched, her eyes burning with hatred at the sight of Gu Song still trying to win Xie Guanyan’s favor.
She turned and sank her teeth into Gu Song’s arm, not letting go until she tasted blood.
Gu Song writhed in agony, too weak to push her away, his eyes rolling back as he convulsed.
Gu Jingchuan watched his parents—once the picture of a loving couple—now tearing into each other, tears streaming down his face.
What had happened to the world?
His mother… was a murderer!
Zhang Meixia finally released Gu Song and glanced at Gu Jingchuan.
She had tried to kill Lin Mo not just because of Xie Guanyan—but also because of Gu Jingchuan!
Gu Jingchuan had been infatuated with Lin Mo, so Zhang Meixia had taken their birth charts to a fortune teller in Thailand.
The master said Lin Mo’s fate was too strong—Gu Jingchuan couldn’t withstand it and would be hurt.
Lin Mo was a curse. Getting rid of her would solve two problems at once—why not?
Afterward, Zhang Meixia had even performed rituals in Thailand. Without a body, she grew anxious, but the master assured her Lin Mo was dead.
Yet Lin Mo had somehow come back to life.
Online, they said she had been in a vegetative state for eleven years.
On-screen, it was hard to tell, but in person, she looked exactly as she had before her death—barely aged at all at twenty-nine.
What was going on?
Had Xie Guanyan done something to bring her back?
Xie Guanyan glanced toward the yacht cabin, where the commotion had quieted.
He stepped back into the shadows, his face half-lit, his tone slow and deliberate. "The three of you know what to say when the time comes."
Zhang Meixia understood instantly, her hatred mingling with terror. "Xie Guanyan! If you dare lay a hand on Jingchuan, I’ll haunt you from the grave!"
The man in silver-rimmed glasses leaned against the railing, his aura so cold it was unbearable.
Gone was his usual gentle demeanor—now, he was unrecognizable.
His dark eyes fixed on Zhang Meixia, silent.
The breeze ruffled his bangs, revealing the madness lurking beneath—a chilling, twisted darkness.
Zhang Meixia shuddered, her entire body trembling. "I know, I know!"
Xie Guanyan’s gaze shifted to Gu Jingchuan.
Gu Jingchuan: "Mmph! Mmph mmph!"
The bodyguard holding him translated, "He says he understands too."
Gu Jingchuan was furious.
What he’d actually meant was: Take this damn sock out of my mouth! It stinks!
Gu Song, now terrified, could only pray silently that Xie Guanyan would spare the Gu Corporation.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo rushed back into the cabin to find several sea snakes writhing on the floor.
The guests were screaming in panic.
Shen Sizhan, who had a lifelong fear of snakes, was perched on the shoulders of the so-called "Buddha of Beijing’s elite circles," Shen Yihan—who looked utterly displeased but resigned.
Jiang Tang, equally terrified, clung to Shen Yihan’s arm.
Zhao Zixin had somehow ended up wrapped around Shen Ji'an, whose face was red as a beet.
Huang Mao stood on a table, taunting, "Come at me if you dare!"
The Director and Assistant Director were hugging each other in fear.
Zhao Ziling hugged herself nervously, while Huo Tingshen glared at her, annoyed.
Shen Sizhan burst into tears at the sight of Lin Mo. "Sis! Save me!!"
Lin Mo had expected something serious—but it was just a few harmless file snakes.
Some crew members were trying to catch them, though they looked just as scared.
She didn’t know how the snakes had gotten aboard, but there was no time to wonder.
With a swift motion, she grabbed one, tied it into a knot, and tossed it out the window.
The snake: "..."
The cabin fell silent in shock.
"Lin Mo! You’re amazing! I’m in love with you too!"
"Xie Guanyan must’ve saved the galaxy in his past life!"
"My love for Lin Mo is like shtting my pants—warm and comforting, but only I know it!"
After sweeping the cabin thoroughly, Lin Mo confirmed all the snakes were gone.
Shen Yihan, twisting the Buddhist beads on his wrist, said coldly, "Shen Sizhan. Get down."
Shen Sizhan awkwardly scratched his silver hair, hopped down, and pretended nothing had happened, hands in pockets.
"...It’s pretty dark tonight," he muttered.
Jiang Tang, realizing she was still clutching Shen Yihan’s arm, quickly let go. "Sorry, President Shen."
Shen Yihan shook his head. "It’s fine."
So Jiang Tang has fears too. She always acts invincible.
With the crisis averted, Lin Mo remembered her unfinished business and hurried back out.
Just as she arrived, Xie Guanyan asked softly, "What happened inside?"
Lin Mo waved it off. "A few sea snakes got in. It’s handled. Zhang Meixia, back to my question—why do you hate me so much?"
Zhang Meixia’s face twisted. "Because Gu Jingchuan loves you… and I love him."
Gu Jingchuan: "..."
Lin Mo: "..."
Lin Mo’s peach-blossom eyes widened. "What kind of twisted drama is this?"
Zhang Meixia shut her eyes. "I’m a sick person! Just arrest me!"
Lin Mo frowned at Gu Jingchuan. "Did you know about this?"
Gu Jingchuan sobbed. "I just found out too!"
Gu Song pounded the deck. "This is retribution! Retribution!"
The moment they spoke, Lin Mo covered her nose. "Ugh! Did you sht your mouths?"
Father and son: "..."
Lin Mo glared at Gu Song.
If not for the filth, she’d have slapped him silly.
A man who couldn’t control himself, neglected Xie Guanyan, and now wanted to leech off him?
This old bastard had no shame left.
But was Zhang Meixia telling the whole truth?
Lin Mo turned to the beautiful man standing nearby.
Under the lights, she saw his eyes reddened, tears glistening.
"Xie Guanyan… why are you crying?"
