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The ballroom doors burst open.
Two of Hong Yi's men rushed in—
and in their arms…
Haoyu.
Dirty.
Shaken.
Tear-streaked.
But safe.
The moment Haoyu saw Xiamen—
"Mama!!!"
He wriggled out of the guard's arms and ran, stumbling, crying, almost tripping in his desperation.
Xiamen fell to her knees as he collided into her, tiny arms wrapping around her neck with all the strength he had left.
She held him so tightly it hurt.
"My baby… my baby… Haoyu…"
She sobbed into his hair, her entire body shaking.
Haoyu clung to her, crying hard.
"Mama… I was scared… Mama…"
Hong Yi stood behind them, his chest tight, emotion flickering across his eyes.
For the first time—
he looked at Haoyu not as a mystery,
not as a problem,
but as his son.
Soft.
Gentle.
Protective.
He stepped closer, kneeling beside them.
Haoyu looked up at him through tears.
And Hong Yi…
for the first time…
smiled.
A small, warm smile that reached his eyes.
"Haoyu," he said softly, "you're safe now."
Haoyu blinked at him.
Then, slowly, he reached out his tiny hand—
and touched Hong Yi's sleeve.
The ballroom froze when Hong Yi stood.
His expression was no longer the gentle one he had shown Haoyu.
Now he was Chairman Hong again—
cold, commanding, dangerous.
"Everyone," he said sharply, voice echoing through the hall,
"the party is over. Leave."
No excuses.
No hesitation.
The guests scrambled out—heels clicking, glasses abandoned, whispers smothered.
Emma tried to linger, eyes darting to Hong Yi, desperate.
But Hong Yi didn't spare her a single glance.
"Out," he repeated.
Emma swallowed her jealousy and followed the crowd out, defeated.
Within moments, the huge ballroom was almost empty.
Only Hong Yi, Xiamen, Haoyu…
and Chairman Lin remained.
Hong Yi's gaze snapped to Lin Chengwei.
"You," he said, deadly calm.
"You will come to my office tomorrow morning."
Chairman Lin stiffened.
"Tomorrow?" he scoffed. "What about—"
Hong Yi stepped closer, his presence suffocating.
"Tomorrow," he repeated.
"You're lucky I'm letting you walk out of here at all."
Lin Chengwei swallowed hard, understanding very well that Hong Yi was granting him mercy only because Haoyu was watching.
For now.
Chairman Lin left without another word, mask of confidence shattered.
As the doors closed behind him, the room fell silent.
Xiamen held Haoyu tightly, tears still falling down her cheeks as she kissed the top of his head again and again.
"My baby… you're safe… you're safe…"
Hong Yi slowly walked toward them.
Haoyu looked up again, teary-eyed but curious.
Hong Yi gently bent down and lifted the boy into his arms.
Haoyu didn't resist.
He simply leaned into Hong Yi's chest—
small hands gripping the fabric of his suit
as if he instinctively knew…
This man will protect me.
Xiamen watched them, breath trembling.
Hong Yi held Haoyu securely, protectively, as if he belonged there.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"You don't have to be scared now," he murmured to the child.
"No one will hurt you again. Not while I'm here."
Xiamen's heart tightened painfully.
Hong Yi wasn't performing.
He wasn't pretending.
He meant it.
Haoyu rested his head on Hong Yi's shoulder, still hiccuping softly.
Hong Yi sighed—
a quiet, fragile sound.
He glanced at Xiamen.
"Let's get him upstairs," he said gently.
"He needs rest."
Xiamen nodded, wiping her tears.
But as they walked, Hong Yi didn't let Haoyu go.
He held him close, steady and firm—
as if he had waited years for this moment
without even knowing it.
And as they reached the stairs, Xiamen saw something she had never seen before:
Hong Yi looking at Haoyu with unmistakable softness.
A father's gaze.
Her breath caught.
Tonight…
Everything changed