Li Dadong rubbed his slapped cheek, his eyes filled with malice.
Lin Tianrou stood up, locked the door, and turned off the music.
The private room instantly fell silent. She looked at the remaining people, a strange smile curling on her lips.
“I have something unbelievable to tell everyone. One month from now, the apocalypse will descend. What we need to do now is immediately sell the company and use all the money to stock up on supplies.”
“What? The apocalypse?”
“Are you joking?”
“Is this real?”
Except for the three who already knew, everyone else was completely stunned.
“It’s true. I feel regretful that Li Su chose to give up on us. She will be the first to die in the apocalypse. But I won’t abandon everyone. We’ll save ourselves—sell the company and prepare for the apocalypse together.”
At that moment, Chen Miao was completely shocked. Quietly and quickly, she sent a message to Li Su.
[Chen Miao]: Su Su! Lin Tianrou has gone crazy—she’s saying the apocalypse will happen in a month!
Seeing the message, Li Su frowned. Who would have thought these people would come back and immediately drop something this big?
Heh. Interesting. She just didn’t know how long they could survive without her this time.
While replying to Chen Miao to stockpile supplies and delete the message carefully, she immediately called home. The call was answered by her father, Li Zun.
“Dad, I’ll be home with Yangyang in twenty minutes.”
She had to move fast.
Without waiting for a reply, she continued, “This matter needs to be resolved. Have big brother and sister-in-law come back too.”
She hung up.
Then she looked down and met Li Yang’s timid yet stubborn gaze.
The five-year-old child was gripping her finger tightly. His knuckles were slightly white. Even though fear flickered in his eyes, he still stood straight, not backing away even a little.
Li Su’s heart tightened painfully. She wrapped his small hand in hers, warmth and bitterness flooding her chest.
The Li family’s hillside villa was the old family estate.
After three years away, Li Su returned home with her son.
Her mother, Yang Wen, rushed out excitedly and grabbed her hand. Behind her stood her sister-in-law Ning Zhenzhen, hesitating as if she wanted to speak but didn’t dare. Inside the living room, her father Li Zun sat on the sofa with a dark expression like frozen frost. Her older brother Li You was nowhere to be seen.
“Grandpa… Grandma… Auntie…” Li Yang called softly, his voice small and careful.
The moment the words fell, Li Zun’s brows snapped together.
“This Li family does not have a grandson of unknown origin!”
The child’s tears immediately dropped onto the floor with a sharp patter.
Ning Zhenzhen, kind-hearted, quickly stepped forward, picked him up, and carried him toward the kitchen while trying to comfort him. Before leaving, she glanced at Li Su with worry.
Only the three family members remained in the living room. The air was heavy and suffocating.
“Dad, whether you accept it or not, he is my son.”
Li Su’s tone was firm. Li Zun frowned even harder.
“That day, I was set up. The person you should hate is the bastard who framed me. I’m innocent, and so is the child. If you want to punish someone, then the one who deserves to die is the person who plotted against me—and the man who didn’t take responsibility that night.”
“LI SU!” Li Zun roared in anger.
But she didn’t give him a chance to continue.
“I miss you, and I miss Mom. I didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to come home. That’s all.”
“Who was it? Who exactly set you up?” Yang Wen grabbed her daughter’s hand, her voice trembling with distress. Her precious daughter had returned years ago pregnant—it had been caused by someone else!
She grabbed her phone and, with trembling fingers, called Li You.
“Where are you? Why aren’t you back yet? Your sister was framed back then! As her brother, are you going to stand up for her or not? Get back here right now!”
The living room fell into silence.
No one spoke.
After the call ended, the room was deathly quiet.
Li Zun sat dark-faced, tapping the armrest harder and harder. Yang Wen held Li Su’s hand tightly, anxiously waiting for her son to return.
Li Su lowered her eyes, feeling the warmth left in her palm from her son’s hand, her heart equally unsettled.
In this family, the ones least willing to accept her and Yangyang—aside from her father—were her eldest brother Li You.
Would he stand on her side this time?
At the Dihao Club.
A few friends looked at Li You.
“Auntie called you back?”
“My mom said Su Su was framed six years ago.”
Li You tugged at his tie, his voice hoarse, eyes burning with suppressed rage.
“She told me to find out who did it. If I find him, I’ll break his arms and legs myself!”
The room instantly went quiet. Everyone exchanged looks.
Back then, the scandal of the Li family’s youngest daughter getting pregnant out of wedlock had caused a huge uproar. These brothers had never believed Li Su would degrade herself like that—they always suspected there was more to the story. Now it was finally confirmed.
“Su Su went back with the kid? The one called Yangyang? He’s already five?”
“Li You, you were a bit harsh on her back then. She’s just a woman raising a child alone—it hasn’t been easy for three years.”
“Damn it! I investigated it six years ago. All traces were wiped clean. I found nothing at all!”
Li You gritted his teeth and downed half a glass of strong liquor. It burned his throat, but couldn’t extinguish the fire in his chest.
“This time, I’ll dig three feet into the ground if I have to. I will find him!”
“Someone can help you,” one person suddenly said.
“The youngest of the Huo family, Huo Sinian. Instead of inheriting the Huo empire, he went to the US six years ago to study network tech and artificial intelligence.”
“Huo Sinian?” Li You narrowed his eyes. The name sounded familiar.
“He just arrived back two days ago. I’ll help you contact him—he’s reliable.”
Li You rubbed his aching head and nodded.
“Thanks. I owe you one.”
He grabbed his suit jacket and stood up.
“I’m going home first.”
Li Su had finally come back.
A woman alone, raising a child—how had she survived three years outside?
Stubborn, short-tempered, always running away with the child whenever someone said something unpleasant… Back then, such a good marriage alliance with the Shen family had been ruined. Shen Jianchen had good looks, education, and character—yet everything was destroyed by a “bastard child.”
Now the Shen and Li families were on bad terms, even sabotaging each other occasionally. And because it was technically the Li family’s fault first, he had been tolerating it as compensation.
And now you’re telling him… she was framed?
That it was all deliberate?
Which damn bastard with a death wish did this?!
Li You’s rage flared.
His anger toward those people, mixed with his love for his sister, surged to its peak.
“Boss, back to the company?” the driver asked carefully.
“Home,” Li You said coldly.
“Stop by a mall first. Buy the latest children’s toys. For a boy.”
Half an hour later, the door to the Li family estate opened.
Li You walked in carrying a half-person-tall box. A messy macaroon-colored bow was tied on it, clearly done in a hurry.
He stood at the entrance, eyes landing on Li Su.
Relief flashed through him—but his face remained dark.
His tone was rough, carrying restrained concern:
“So you still know how to come back? Huh? You’ve gotten bold—three years without coming home. You think you’ve grown wings now?”