Kneeling Down

The overwhelming fear crushed her last bit of resistance.

She cried and pleaded, "Fu Xichen, I beg you, let me take my child and leave. You've already taken one from me, isn't that enough?"

Fu Xichen didn't say a word, his gaze filled with complex emotions.

"Husband, you can't believe her nonsense. She abandoned the child back then. She must be coming back to fight for the family inheritance," Su Wan added fuel to the fire.

Little Bao sneered.

Did she really think he liked this place? If he could, he would drag his mommy away immediately.

"Auntie, you talk too much for someone so ugly. Which eye of yours saw my mommy having those thoughts? You're the one twisting the truth," he retorted.

"You! You rude little brat!" Su Wan's chest heaved with anger. This bastard really knew how to push her buttons!

She raised her hand and swung it toward Little Bao's face.

Wen Yiran's heart clenched. She couldn't stop Su Wan in time.

Just as the slap was about to land, a small figure suddenly stood in front of him.

"Mommy, you're an adult. Why are you arguing with a child?" Fu Anxuan's voice was cold as he blocked Little Bao. Su Wan's hand froze mid-air, her face turning purple with rage.

Little Bao had closed his eyes, expecting the pain, but it never came.

When he opened them, he saw Fu Anxuan standing in front of him, taller than him by a little, and a strange warmth filled his heart.

But he still pouted and said, "How could this bad woman be your mommy? We look exactly alike, can't you see that?"

He poked his own chubby cheek, then poked Fu Anxuan's, and pointed at Wen Yiran. "My mommy is your mommy!"

Fu Anxuan's little hand tightened, and he turned to look at Wen Yiran. Her eyes were blurry with tears. She had only seen her son once at birth—she hadn't even gotten to hold him properly.

Seeing Wen Yiran's tear-streaked face, Fu Anxuan's heart ached inexplicably. He wanted to go to her, to wipe away her tears, to be in her embrace.

"Is she really my mommy?" He looked at Fu Xichen urgently, his eyes red.

Fu Xichen's face darkened, but he didn't respond. Instead, he turned to his assistant and ordered, "Take them out."

"I don't want to go! I want to stay with Mommy! Let go of me, you big bad guy in black!" Little Bao struggled against the bodyguard, but he was no match for an adult. He was carried away.

"Fu Xichen, give me back my children!" Wen Yiran lost it, rushing to chase after them. But before she could, her wrist was grabbed tightly.

Fu Xichen pulled her back, his expression cold. "What do you think you're doing?"

Wen Yiran tried to shake him off, but his grip only tightened, as if he wanted to crush her bones.

"Fu Xichen, I'm their mother! How dare you take them from me?!"

Fu Xichen sneered, using force to throw Wen Yiran to the ground. "They're my sons. Do you really think you can fight me for them?"

She gritted her teeth. "Why can't I?!"

She was their mother. She had gone through hell to give birth to them. Why couldn't she fight?!

But in front of Fu Xichen's overwhelming power, her hatred and stubbornness crumbled.

She just wanted her children...

"I beg you!"

Without hesitation, she knelt before him.

Thud—

The sound echoed through the room.

Fu Xichen stiffened, his heart suddenly feeling as if it had been clenched by an invisible force.

"I'll disappear completely. Just give me back my Little Bao. I'll take him away and never show up again," Wen Yiran pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She remained kneeling, her back slowly bending, her voice hoarse with desperation.

Fu Xichen looked down at her tear-streaked face. His chest tightened with an unfamiliar feeling—panic, maybe.

This woman, so proud and stubborn, was actually kneeling before him now.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Since you've taken care of the child, I'll give you some money. Take it and leave forever."

Wen Yiran lifted her head and glared at him, hatred boiling in her eyes. "What do you take my child for? A commodity to be traded?!"

"You went through so much just to escape. Wasn't it for money? Xichen is offering you money, so be smart and take it," Su Wan sneered.

Wen Yiran chuckled coldly and looked straight at Su Wan. "What are you? I haven't even divorced Fu Xichen yet. You're just a mistress who can't see the light of day."

Su Wan's expression twisted with fury. If it weren't for Fu Xichen holding her back, she would have slapped Wen Yiran on the spot.

This shameless woman!

She should've made sure Wen Yiran died four years ago!

Wen Yiran noticed the hatred in Su Wan's eyes and smirked.

"Have you been fabricating evidence against me all these years?" she asked. "Su Wan, where's your proof that I was drunk driving when I hit you?"

Back then, there was no solid evidence. But Fu Xichen still convicted her because Su Wan was his crush, and he believed everything she said.

Su Wan gritted her teeth. After four years, Wen Yiran—who once blindly loved Fu Xichen—had changed. She was no longer silent. She fought back.

"Xichen, my chest hurts... I feel like I can't breathe..." Su Wan suddenly clutched her chest and leaned into Fu Xichen, acting pitiful.

Fu Xichen immediately hugged her, his patience wearing thin. He shot Wen Yiran a cold look. "What are you still arguing about? Someone saw your car hit Wan'er back then. I'm warning you—I have no patience for this. If you keep causing trouble, I'll send you to prison instead of a mental hospital."

With that, he carried Su Wan away without sparing Wen Yiran another glance.

Wen Yiran chuckled bitterly.

As expected.

Fu Xichen would never believe her.

Su Wan had paid off a few fake witnesses, and Fu Xichen had thrown her into the abyss.

But he underestimated her.

She had survived the torment of the mental hospital.

What was a prison to her now?

Her legs were numb from kneeling on the cold floor. She forced herself up, but after a few steps, the world spun, and everything went black.

When Wen Yiran opened her eyes again, the familiar scent of disinfectant filled her nose. The hospital walls were a dull, lifeless white.

"You're awake. Don't be afraid, you're in the hospital," a gentle voice said.

She slowly turned her head toward the speaker.

"Thank you for saving me again," she murmured.

Shen Zhihuai's eyes filled with concern. "How did you end up like this?"

Wen Yiran lowered her gaze and said nothing. She reached out and pulled the needle from her hand.