Chapter 86: I'll Take You Home

After Lin Wanbai finally calmed down completely, she followed Fu Yanchuan and first moved to an ordinary hotel to settle in.

Along the way, Yuan Yujun made countless calls. She didn’t want her son to get into trouble—just having the surname Fu was already complicated enough. Adding Lin Wanbai, who was pregnant, only meant more headaches.

But Fu Yanchuan didn’t answer a single call; he even turned off his phone afterward.

Yuan Yujun was furious, nearly smashing her phone.

Seeing that he had turned off his phone, Lin Wanbai said, “You should go back.”

Fu Yanchuan ignored her and said, “You rest for a while. Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll go out and get it for you.”

Lin Wanbai silently shook her head; she had no appetite at all.

As for leaving, she didn’t even have her identification on her—how could she leave?

She turned on the TV with the remote, flicked through the channels, but found no useful information. Then she turned off the TV again.

Fu Yanchuan tidied the room briefly, washed the cups and the kettle, boiled a pot of water, and waited until it cooled slightly before handing it to her.

Just as she turned off the TV, she took a big sip. The warm water made her feel a bit better.

“Give me your phone. I want to check the messages. Or you can tell me carefully—what’s going on with Fu Danyi and Yuan Wei? And my parents—what’s their situation now?”

Fu Yanchuan sat down and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “The matter with your aunt’s family is quite sensitive. We’re not entirely sure what’s going on. Given their special status, it won’t be made public soon. But it might involve corruption, and from what we know, it’s serious. Whether they’ll get through this is uncertain.”

“As for your parents, we only learned about what happened from the news. I haven’t looked into the details yet.”

That was to say, their fate was unknown.

Lin Wanbai closed her eyes, tightening her grip on the cup.

Fu Yanchuan thought for a moment, then told her the truth. “Lin Zhouye’s case involves not only my sister but also commercial crimes and bribery. It’s no longer a matter of us choosing not to prosecute; it’s serious.”

Lin Wanbai listened quietly, showing little reaction. This worried Fu Yanchuan. When he saw tears falling from her eyes, he felt overwhelmed.

“Don’t worry. I’ve arranged a good lawyer for him. Though he can’t be acquitted, at least the sentence can be minimized.”

Lin Wanbai took a deep breath and shook her head. “It’s useless. It’s all futile, unless Fu Juxing decides to let him go.”

“He’s powerful, but not omnipotent. Don’t lose hope so quickly,” Fu Yanchuan comforted her.

She smiled and shrugged ambiguously.

Fu Juxing had planned for so long; he wouldn’t spare anyone.

“Wanbai, as long as the green mountains remain, there’ll still be firewood to burn. You can’t lose heart. If you do, it’s all over.”

Lin Wanbai certainly wouldn’t lose heart; she was the least qualified to do so.

Anyone else could give up, but not her.

The Lin family was in ruins, and she was the prime culprit. She had the responsibility to restore it.

“I understand what you mean. I know what I must do. As a member of the Lin family, I have to persist until the end.”

“I’ll help you,” Fu Yanchuan said.

Lin Wanbai didn’t respond.

After sitting for a while, Fu Yanchuan went out to buy lunch.

She stayed alone in the room, and her eyes caught her handbag—one that Aunt Rong had taken when they left. By rights, she should have been carrying it, but it had been rushed with her into the emergency room.

Her heart sank. She immediately grabbed the bag and emptied its contents. Besides the prenatal medical insurance card and notebook, her ID card and passport fell out.

Seeing these, she was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at the documents.

Then she smiled. Was this karma for good deeds? Aunt Rong had secretly placed these here, meaning that the smooth progress in the hospital was thanks to her covert help.

Lin Wanbai picked up the passport and ID, took a deep breath, and held them close to her chest.

But was she really going to leave? If she did, could she truly get away?

Would Fu Juxing let her go?

And if she just left everything behind, ignoring it all—what then?

But if she stayed, what options did she have?

She closed her eyes, torn between heaven and earth.

Still unable to decide.

...

At the police station.

Lei Sen came by and took Aunt Rong to the hospital.

On the way, Aunt Rong was visibly tense, her whole body stiff, which Lei Sen noticed immediately.

At the hospital, Lei Sen led her to the intensive care unit on the third floor.

Aunt Rong became even more nervous, and in the corridor, only Fu Juxing stood alone, leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets.

After Lei Sen left, Fu Juxing straightened up and sat on a nearby chair. Aunt Rong hesitated, then followed.

“Speak. What’s the situation?”

Aunt Rong swallowed hard. “Wanbai fell and started having stomach pains...”

“Get to the point.”

Aunt Rong glanced at him; that single look almost weakened her legs, nearly causing her to collapse. She bit her lip and said, “Young master, you can’t push her anymore. If you keep pressuring her like this, something bad will happen. You don’t want to see a tragedy, do you? No matter how much you hate Wanbai, she’s carrying your child. Besides, over the years, she’s truly treated you well. You should repay that by sparing her.”

Fu Juxing said nothing. The more silent he was, the more terrifying he became.

His thoughts were utterly inscrutable.

At that moment, his phone vibrated. He glanced at it—a location and several photos.

Though the two people in the pictures were disguised, he recognized them instantly.

Fu Yanchuan and Lin Wanbai.

He scrutinized each photo carefully.

Aunt Rong glanced briefly. Though she couldn’t see clearly, she had an idea of who they were.

Her heart sank again, and she sighed.

After a while, she seemed to recall something and asked, “What about Wanbai’s mother?”

Fu Juxing didn’t respond, as if he hadn’t heard, lost in his own thoughts.

Aunt Rong said nothing further, silently standing beside him.

Lin Jingyu and Chen Songyuan’s car accident was severe. Chen Songyuan’s injuries were somewhat lighter—one leg was irreparably damaged and required amputation above the knee.

Lin Jingyu’s condition was worse. She suffered severe brain trauma and underwent a craniotomy, along with multiple fractures. After hours of resuscitation, her life was saved, but she would remain in intensive care for a week. If she survived that, her life would be considered secured.

Normally, the front passenger seat is the most dangerous in a crash, often suffering more serious injuries.

But this wasn’t an ordinary accident. After detailed police investigation and traffic data analysis, it was evident that the two had been arguing inside the car, and there was suspicion of a struggle for the steering wheel.

Because they had just left the police station before the accident, the police understood that Lin Jingyu had mental health issues and had stopped her medication a long time ago, which led to her losing control.

Driving with mental health problems is very dangerous.

Further inquiries would have to wait until she regained consciousness.

This incident was serious. Lin Jingyu’s wrong-way driving caused multiple accidents, injuring more than ten people, several severely, now in ICU.

The case caused a huge stir online, with speculation rampant. The Beicheng police were ordered to provide answers.

Thus, two officers stayed at the hospital to guard.

The Lin family was now leaderless. Lin Wanbai was heavily pregnant, and only Fu Juxing could temporarily take charge.

He had recently won the Young Entrepreneur Award, with many in the industry holding him in high regard. Lin Zhaowei had always spoken well of him publicly, and his image was positive.

Within the Lin Corporation, many respected him.

Given the current circumstances, even if he didn’t push himself forward, the senior executives would promote him.

Old Zheng came to the hospital as a representative to inquire.

Seeing Fu Juxing personally guarding the hospital, he was quite impressed. The two sat down.

Fu Juxing briefly explained Lin Jingyu’s condition. Old Zheng frowned. “Both are in bad shape. What about the company? Someone has to lead. This accident has unsettled everyone. If the chairman’s seat remains vacant, there’s no explanation for the shareholders.”

“Here’s the plan: tomorrow morning, whether it’s you, Wanbai, or both of you, come to the company. After all this, Wanbai must be heartbroken, especially being so pregnant. You have to be understanding.” He sighed. “What a mess—one problem after another. Who did the Lin family offend? Such bad luck.”

Fu Juxing listened quietly, humble. “I understand. I’ll talk to Wanbai.”

“Good thing you’re here; otherwise, the Lin family would be doomed.”

“No, Uncle Zheng, you flatter me.”

They chatted a bit more. Fu Juxing casually mentioned Chaosheng, which reassured Old Zheng on his way out.

Aunt Rong stood silently nearby, occasionally glancing at him, unsure what was on his mind.

Then Lei Sen came over. “Chen Songyuan has woken up.”

Hearing this, Fu Juxing stood. “You stay here; I’ll go see him.”

“Okay.”

Chen Songyuan was on the fourth floor in intensive care. Fu Juxing arranged for others to watch over him.

Inside the ward, the doctor explained the situation. After a brief exam, the doctor said, “The wound on his leg needs special care. Infection would be serious. He woke up quickly, so his physical condition is good. Very lucky.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

“No need to thank me; it’s my duty.”

The staff left. Only Fu Juxing and Lei Sen remained.

Fu Juxing approached the bed. Chen Songyuan was still groggy, frowning, looking miserable.

His leg was amputated just above the knee due to severe necrosis; it couldn’t be saved.

“Damn…” he muttered.

As the anesthesia wore off, pain surged. His first words were curses.

Fu Juxing remained silent, calmly watching his suffering.

“That crazy woman, a real lunatic!” Chen Songyuan gasped, eyes opening, seeing Fu Juxing. “Is she dead?”

Fu Juxing sat. “No.”

Chen Songyuan grit his teeth and cursed again.

Fu Juxing didn’t stay long. Chen Songyuan had nothing more to say; pain had robbed him of reason. Exhausted, he soon fell asleep again.

...

Lin Wanbai stayed in the hotel without going out.

Fu Yanchuan considered carefully. For absolute safety, they needed Yuan Yujun’s help to take Lin Wanbai to Aocheng. No matter how powerful Fu Juxing was, his reach didn’t extend to Aocheng.

The Yuan family in Aocheng were the richest in the city.

So, Fu Yanchuan finally took the initiative to call Yuan Yujun.

Though angry, Yuan Yujun was ultimately her son. At such a critical moment, it wasn’t the time for stubbornness.

She answered, “You come back immediately!”

Fu Yanchuan hesitated, then said, “Mom, I’m calling to ask if I can take Wanbai to Aocheng.”

“Impossible! Absolutely not!” Yuan Yujun rejected him outright. “Don’t even think about it! The Lin family’s problems have nothing to do with me! That hot potato—you want to bring her back? Are you crazy?”

“Then take her home first. Let her give birth safely, then we’ll figure things out.”

Yuan Yujun was furious. “Fu Yanchuan, how long will you be so foolish? Helping her won’t get you anything! She broke off the engagement and Fu Zhouye smeared you as the worst scoundrel of the century. Now you want to help them? They deserve their downfall!”

“Lin Wanbai chose this path; she must walk it on her knees if she must! She has no right to ask for your help. She’s just using you because she knows you still have feelings for her. Don’t be so naive. You’ll only make yourself a mess! You’re too emotional and always suffer because of it! I don’t care. You come back now. Don’t get involved with her anymore. At most, I’ll give her money to help her leave. Where she goes or who helps her, that’s her problem.”

“Lin Zhaowei is smooth and well-connected, with countless loyal friends. Let her figure out who she can turn to! Don’t just cling to you. When she broke off the engagement, she was so decisive. She shouldn’t be asking for your help now. Come back immediately! No more contact with her!”

Yuan Yujun’s words reminded him.

“Mom, you and Miao Miao should go back to Aocheng tomorrow first.”

“Why do you have to get involved in this mess?”

He was resolute. “No matter what, I can’t ignore Wanbai’s situation.”

He hung up and muted his phone to avoid further calls from Yuan Yujun.

Back in the room, Lin Wanbai stood by the window, staring out, lost in thought.

She had only eaten a little of the meal on the table.

Fu Yanchuan said, “People need food. No matter how bad your appetite is, eat more. You’re in a special condition now.”

Lin Wanbai didn’t respond.

Fu Yanchuan walked over, glanced at her, then followed her gaze out the window. “I’ve sent someone to the hospital to find out. We should have news soon. Don’t worry or overthink. I believe they’ll be fine.”

Lin Wanbai nodded. “Thank you.”

“No need,” Fu Yanchuan turned to her again. “Your grandfather has many good connections. Think about who among his friends could help in a crisis.”

That reminded her. She thought seriously about her grandfather’s friends. The two best had passed away, and given their stature, they likely couldn’t help.

The Lin family’s second-largest shareholder, Xie Ren, had a decent relationship with her grandfather but had handed over control to his second son at the end of last year. Lin Zhaowei said this son was a shrewd opportunist with different views.

Though Lin Zhaowei had many old friends, most had lost real power at his age.

Besides, even the best friends were just friends. Though they once benefited from Lin Zhaowei, they might not stand up now.

If Fu Juxing was truly backed by Chaosheng, no one would dare oppose him, at least not in Beicheng.

No one would risk their own interests to confront a business magnate.

Lin Wanbai said, “You’ve done enough. Go back. I’ll handle what comes next. I won’t drag you down.”

“What do you mean drag me down? I owe you. I feel guilty about what happened before, so I want to help you.”

Lin Wanbai met his gaze. They looked at each other for a long while before she forced a faint smile.

Outside, the sky was gray and hazy, much like her current situation. She couldn’t see the road ahead, and no path seemed available.

Leaving seemed the only choice—but could she?

Fu Yanchuan said, “I’ll take you to Aocheng. We’ll leave tomorrow by train.”

That night, Fu Yanchuan bought the earliest high-speed rail ticket.

He returned briefly to the hotel to get their luggage and documents.

When he came back, Yuan Yujun refused to let him leave again. Fu Yanchuan had anticipated this and bribed some bodyguards before entering.

So, when Yuan Yujun called for help, no one responded.

She had to drag herself, shouting, “Fu Yanchuan! Don’t you want your mother to live? Are you trying to kill me? You’re my only son, and Miao Miao is already like this. Can’t you just be quiet?”

“Mom, this is my debt to her.”

“What debt?! You owe her nothing! She owes you! Even when she broke off the engagement, she told me clearly, never deceived me. Remember that video? The one with me and her? Fu Miao’s conspiracy? I could have held back, but I was blinded, which led to that video! Do you know how good a son I am? Fu Miao deserves her fate! And that’s not all she’s done!”

Yuan Yujun grabbed him. “Even so, just treat it as you owing her. I said I’d help her leave here.”

“Mom, stop. I’ve made up my mind. I’ve been looking for an opportunity. Now’s the best time—I want to take her myself so I can rest easy.”

Seeing his determination, Yuan Yujun relented.

“Fine! I agree. I’ll take her back to Aocheng. She can stay with the Yuan family. I will protect her so she can safely deliver the baby. But one condition—the Yuan family won’t get involved in Beicheng’s affairs, and neither can you! If she wants to manage things, she must do it on her own. No more dragging others into it.”

Though Fu Yanchuan didn’t agree with her terms, he nodded.

Nothing else mattered now. The priority was getting her to Aocheng. Once there, Fu Juxing couldn’t reach her.

After arrangements, they bought the earliest flight tickets. Yuan Yujun called home to arrange pickup at the airport.

Around three or four in the morning, Fu Yanchuan drove Lin Wanbai to the airport himself.

Yuan Yujun and Fu Miao took their original flight as a cover.

They had to be quick, to board before Fu Juxing found out. Once the plane took off, their hearts could finally settle.

Lin Wanbai looked pale, staring out the window. She had learned the gist of Lin Jingyu’s condition.

In intensive care, life hanging by a thread.

She was restless. Was she really going to leave?

If something happened to Lin Jingyu, and she left without seeing her one last time, or their grandfather...

“I can’t go,” she suddenly said, turning to Fu Yanchuan.

“Wanbai, don’t act on emotion. I know what you’re thinking. But staying here is pointless.”

“It has meaning. It really does. Fu Juxing won’t harm me—I’m carrying his child!”

“Don’t be foolish! He doesn’t care about the child in your womb. Even now, you’re only deceiving yourself.”

At this point, Fu Yanchuan wouldn’t let her stay. No matter what, he had to take her away.

The airport was just ahead. He pressed the accelerator, speeding up. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the airport entrance.

Yuan Yujun had arranged people to wait there. Fu Yanchuan helped her out and led her inside.

Two assistants went to get the tickets and check the luggage. Fu Yanchuan waited with her at security. Once the tickets arrived, they proceeded.

They had an hour and a half before boarding.

Lin Wanbai wore a loose coat and a hat, so no one could tell she was pregnant at a glance.

The airport was crowded; Fu Yanchuan remained alert, scanning around while gently urging Lin Wanbai.

“You can’t have your cake and eat it too. You must pull yourself together and stay calm. No emotional decisions.”

About ten minutes later, tickets in hand, Fu Yanchuan led her through security.

As they neared the checkpoint, two officers emerged.

They glanced down at Lin Wanbai, then looked at Fu Yanchuan. “We’ve been waiting for you a long time.”

Fu Yanchuan froze briefly but forced calm, smiling wryly. “Officers, may I ask what crime I’ve committed to have you waiting here?”

The officers replied, “What do you think?”

They stepped forward and immediately restrained Fu Yanchuan.

At that moment, Fu Juxing appeared from the security area, calmly walked to Lin Wanbai, removed her hat, and said, “Your mother was in a car accident.”

“I’m taking you home.”

Lin Wanbai looked at him, unsurprised.

She knew he would never let her go.

That day, rumors spread online. Someone had spotted Lin Wanbai and Fu Yanchuan at the airport, seemingly trying to elope. Lin Wanbai was heavily pregnant.

Speculation ran rampant: was the child Fu Yanchuan’s?

The public watched for amusement. Lin Wanbai had always been somewhat notorious, and old scandals resurfaced on forums.

Coupled with leaked videos of the two, public opinion shifted to portray Lin Wanbai as coerced. Some had supported her before but now felt betrayed, sparking outrage. Her Weibo comments turned harsh, with many fans turning hostile.

But the real gossip came from their social circles.

Previously, during the Fukushima incident, they were caught entering a villa together by several people who took photos. Now resurfaced, it seemed like a massive scandal.

Rumors were embellished to confirm a relationship between the two.

Even Lin Wanbai’s alleged relationships with Ye Run and Han Chen were dragged up.

Within two days, her reputation was ruined.

Those who once envied her now piled on, mocking the wealthy young men who had foolishly liked her.

After returning from the airport, Lin Wanbai stayed in the hospital, guarding the ICU door. She ignored the gossip, indifferent to the slander.

With her family in such a state, reputation was meaningless.

Fu Yanchuan was detained for two days before being released, and Yuan Yujun came to fetch him.

But someone beat her to it. When she arrived, Fu Yanchuan had already left the station.

She frantically called but couldn’t reach him. Her heart tightened. She grabbed a police officer to ask but learned nothing.

Fu Yanchuan had been taken away by Fu Juxing.

They shared the same car, driving out of the city in silence.

Fu Yanchuan gazed at the increasingly desolate surroundings, guessing Fu Juxing’s intention.

The car entered a patch of wasteland. After some distance, it stopped.

Fu Juxing opened the door and got out. His men opened Fu Yanchuan’s door, gesturing for him to step out.

Fu Yanchuan glanced sideways, took a deep breath, and followed.

They stood face to face. Fu Juxing held a stick, resting it on the ground, his body slightly leaning, as if all his weight was on that iron rod.

Fu Yanchuan’s anger boiled over. “Haven’t you done enough damage to the Fu family? Why drag the Lin family into this? Wanbai treats you so well, and you treat her like this—you’re not human!”

Before he could finish, Fu Juxing raised his chin slightly. Six men standing nearby immediately surrounded Fu Yanchuan.

He couldn’t resist and was quickly pinned to the ground and beaten severely.

Fu Juxing watched expressionlessly, eyes lowered, meeting his gaze.

Fu Yanchuan gritted his teeth, struggling and shouting, “If you hurt Wanbai like this, you’ll regret it! As long as I have breath, I’ll take her away! I won’t let you harm her again!”

His shout only made the attackers more brutal.

Outnumbered six to one, he stood no chance. No matter how skilled, he couldn’t win.

“Fu Juxing, if you have the guts, fight me one-on-one! What kind of man are you, bullying the weak with numbers?”

Fu Juxing raised his hand, signaling them to stop.

Immediately, the six men ceased and stepped back swiftly. They were clearly well-trained.

Fu Yanchuan frowned, biting his lip, enduring the pain as he struggled to stand. He wiped blood from his mouth, but the pain made it hard to keep balance. Finally, his left leg bent, and he knelt.

When he looked up, Fu Juxing had approached, towering over him.

He slowly lifted the stick and pressed it against Fu Yanchuan’s hand. “So fond of touching her, huh?”

Before he finished, Fu Juxing struck. Fu Yanchuan screamed, the sound piercing the air.

He could feel bones shatter, pain searing through him.

Fu Juxing targeted the joints, striking without blinking.

Fu Yanchuan glared at him, and after a few seconds, shouted and jumped up, throwing a punch.

But he was too slow; Fu Juxing easily dodged. Fu Yanchuan stumbled forward, barely steady.

Fu Juxing used the stick to steady his waist.

Fu Yanchuan turned and charged again. This time, Fu Juxing didn’t dodge but grabbed his fist.

His strength was immense; Fu Yanchuan exerted all he had but couldn’t move an inch.

Fu Juxing smirked and slowly twisted his wrist, bending it to its limit.

Fu Yanchuan resisted but was injured and weakened. Eventually, his wrist twisted to the breaking point, forcing him to kneel.

Then, with a cracking sound, he didn’t scream but gritted his teeth and laughed.

Fu Juxing released him and threw the stick aside.

Fu Yanchuan collapsed, still laughing, sweat beading his forehead. His hands were powerless; even standing was a struggle.

He turned his eyes to the pale sky and said, “Fu Juxing, you’re pathetic.”

Fu Juxing rested his hands on the stick, looking down. “Anyone who tries to take her away from me won’t end well. Next time won’t just be broken hands.”

He tapped the stick lightly against Fu Yanchuan’s head, his eyes cold and merciless.

Fu Yanchuan looked into those eyes and felt a chill.

This was the real Fu Juxing. The prior facade was just that—a mask. This was the ruthless, violent man beneath.

Fu Yanchuan clenched his lips, his face twitching uncontrollably. He swallowed hard and said, “Wanbai never bullied you—not once! She loves you more than anyone in this world except your parents. You shouldn’t treat her like this!”

Before he could say more, Fu Juxing shoved the stick into his mouth. With a little pressure, blood trickled from his lips, pain spilling out from his throat.

Fu Juxing said, “I don’t want to hear her name from your mouth anymore. Remember that?”

Fu Yanchuan, in agony, finally nodded.

Fu Juxing pulled out the stick and tossed it aside, then waved his hand and got into the car alone.

He sat alone, took a clean handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, then threw the cloth out the window.

Fu Yanchuan was cleaned up and sent back to the hotel.

When Yuan Yujun returned, he was lying in the room, blood staining the sheets.

He looked half-dead, as if lifeless.

Seeing this, Yuan Yujun fainted on the spot.