CHAPTER 79

The sky turned from gold to lavender, then to a gentle blue-black as twilight settled. Fireflies blinked like stars caught on Earth, dancing through the quiet garden. The path from the back door to the heart of the garden had been softly lit with warm fairy lights, swaying gently in the breeze. A white arch stood under the old willow tree, adorned in fresh peonies and baby's breath. The scent of jasmine hung in the air.

A soft instrumental version of "Beautiful in White" floated across the garden from hidden speakers, weaving through the rustle of leaves and the low hum of anticipation. The only guests were the ones who mattered their family.

Yibo stood beneath the arch in an elegant off-white suit, hair neatly styled, his face glowing under the soft lights. He looked healthy, stronger, though the healing was still there in his eyes. His hands trembled slightly not from weakness, but from the weight of this moment. He kept glancing down the path.

The soft music shifted slightly, the notes swelling just enough to signal a beginning. Everyone turned. From the back of the garden, Zhan appeared, radiant.

He wore a simple white suit with pearl buttons, tailored perfectly to his growing form, a faint glow beneath his eyes and a rose pinned to his chest. His hand rested gently on his stomach. He walked slowly, holding onto Ayuan's arm.

Zhan's eyes never left Yibo. As Zhan reached him, Ayuan handed him the bouquet with trembling hands and stepped aside, wiping his eyes quickly.

Zhan turned to Yibo. "You've already got my heart," he whispered. "But today I give you all of me again."

Yibo gently took his hands. "I'll keep you safe. Forever this time."

There was no priest, no long speeches only the two of them standing under the willow tree, promising each other love again, in front of the people who mattered most.

Haoxuan wiped his tears shamelessly. Jiyang smiled so wide his cheeks hurt. Zhan's mother, leaned against her husband, heart filled with hope. Yibo's parents stood nearby, proud and full of quiet awe. And Ayuan he looked between his parents and whispered to himself, this is what love looks like.

As they exchanged rings again new ones this time, engraved with "for every lifetime, through every storm" the music swelled. And when Yibo leaned in and kissed Zhan under the stars, the garden seemed to sigh with relief and joy.

Applause rose, not loud but heartfelt. Warm hugs, laughter, and soft tears followed.

The night ended with a simple meal beneath the stars, Yibo sitting close to Zhan, his hand never leaving the soft curve of his husband's be/lly. Ayuan leaned against them both, stealing bites from their plates.

And for the first time in a long time, Yibo breathed deeply, the scent of peonies and hope filling his lungs. They were home.

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Two Years later

The laughter of a toddler echoed through the sunlit garden. Tiny feet pattered across the wooden deck, chasing after bubbles that floated lazily in the warm breeze. Little Yuer, now two years old, was the very heart of the home wild curls bouncing with every step, eyes the color of stormy skies, and cheeks round with joy. She giggled as Yibo lifted her high into the air, spinning her gently.

"Again, Daddy! Again!" she squealed, her voice clear and sweet.

Yibo, now healthier, still bore the shadows of his past but with strength in his steps and peace in his heart. He kissed her forehead and said with a grin, "Only if you give Daddy a kiss first."

Yuer planted a dramatic, messy kiss on his cheek, and he chuckled, spinning her again.

Inside the house, Zhan stood by the window watching them. His fingers traced lazy circles around the rim of his tea cup, the quiet hum of domestic peace settling around him. There were still moments echoes of trauma, fragments of pain, but they were no longer storms. Only passing clouds. And now, light followed closely behind.

A Lot Had Happened in Two Years.

One year ago, Liying had finally been sentenced to prison. After Zhan had publicly and systematically dismantled her exposing her frauds, her hidden finances, her lies she had no escape. The final blow came when Zhan, calmly, with the confidence of a man who reclaimed his life, handed over the last piece of evidence tying her to the crimes from sixteen years ago. No tears. No rage. Only resolution.

And when she turned to scream at him in the courtroom, the long burn scar on her face caught the light. That scar left from the confrontation before her arrest was a permanent reminder of the darkness she tried to bury. The media tore her apart.

Darren and Troy, once smug and cruel, had no such spectacle. When the police found them, they tried to twist the story, sobbing that they had been tortured held against their will. But they bore no visible wounds. Not a single bruise. Their stories collapsed. Zhan had been precise, stopping physical punishment months before.

Thanks to Jiyang and Haoxuan, there were daily surveillance videos, backed up to three cloud drives, showing them eating, pacing, doing normal life and fully conscious. The police were suspicious but found no cause to doubt the video evidence. With Liying's testimony also turning on them to save herself, they were sentenced quietly. No redemption. No glory.

Family Bonds Had Healed. Zhan's parents especially his mother Katrina slowly found their way back into his heart. After all the pain, all the silence, there was a dinner last spring where Zhan had finally let himself cry in front of them. He hadn't said much. Just three words: "I was hurting."

And Katrina graying, older, wiser held her son like a child again. "I know," she whispered, "I know, baby. But not anymore."

They never spoke of Liying again. Ayuan and Andro, once distant cousins wrapped in awkward rivalry, had grown close. Andro, son of Liying had matured after witnessing everything. Where there once was tension, now there were shared lunches, video games, late-night chats. Ayuan taught Andro to paint. Andro helped Ayuan prep for university interviews. Family ties were slowly mended, the next generation unburdened.

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Zhan settled beside Yibo on the couch, watching Yuer curl up with her big brother, Ayuan, who read her a picture book. Her tiny hand rested over his heart.

"She looks just like you when she pouts," Yibo whispered, leaning into Zhan.

"You say that about everyone in this house," Zhan smiled, resting his head on Yibo's shoulder. "Even the cat."

"But I mean it this time," Yibo chuckled, then kissed Zhan's temple. "We made it, didn't we?"

Zhan nodded slowly, eyes glistening. "Yeah. We really did."

There was no need for more words. Their house was full of people, of warmth, of stories. The walls, once echoing pain, now echoed laughter.

And for once, the future didn't feel like a war to survive. It felt like a life worth living.

Ayuan sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, his little sister Yuer nestled in his lap, chubby fingers tugging at the edges of a picture book as he read aloud.

"and then the bunny said, 'I'm not scared! I'll hop all the way up the mountain!'" Ayuan said, mimicking a high-pitched voice that sent Yuer into a fit of giggles.

From the couch, Yibo's arm was lazily wrapped around Zhan's waist, fingers tracing light circles against the curve of his lower back. He looked utterly content, until he leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of Zhan's ear, and whispered with that low, wicked voice that only he used when no one else could hear.

"Baby, I think we need to make more."

Zhan blinked. "More... what?"

Yibo smiled, voice deeper now. "More little buns. You look too good sitting next to me like this. I can't help it."

Zhan blushed instantly. He elbowed Yibo lightly, whispering back, "Yibo—are you serious? Here?"

But it was too late. His shameless husband had already caught his gaze with that smoldering look, one eyebrow raised, lips slightly parted, eyes filled with intention. Before Zhan could stop him, Yibo cleared his throat and subtly waved at Ayuan.

"Radish" he called out casually, "why don't you and your sister stay in the playroom for a bit? Nana and Daddy need to... uh... talk. Alone."

Ayuan didn't even look up. "You said that yesterday. And the day before that."

Yibo chuckled, shameless as ever. "We have a lot to talk about." Zhan buried his face in his hands, groaning. "Yibo..."

But Ayuan, already used to their antics, just sighed in exaggerated exhaustion, scooping up his baby sister. "Come on, Yuer. Let's go before Nana starts screaming again."

"I scream?" Zhan's head snapped up, mortified.Ayuan walked toward the hallway with Yuer, smirking. "You always scream."

Yuer echoed, "Nana screaam!" with a proud little shout as she disappeared into the other room, leaving Zhan red to his ears while Yibo nearly doubled over laughing.

Later, Andro arrived with their friends Jinling and Jinyi, joining Ayuan in the playroom. It was lively snacks, music, laughter, and a makeshift puppet theater already being assembled by Jinling.

Meanwhile. Behind their bedroom door, Yibo pressed Zhan back gently onto the bed, lips locked, breath growing heavier between them.

"You really want more?" Zhan whispered, still breathless from the kiss, heart pounding from the heat in Yibo's eyes.

"I want everything," Yibo said, voice hoarse and full of love. "Every version of you. Every child with your eyes. Every day where I get to wake up to your face."

Zhan melted beneath him, arms winding around his neck. "Then come get it, shameless husband."

Their laughter faded into kisses, into the familiar rhythm of bodies and love rediscovered again and again.

Outside the bedroom door, life carried on playful, loud, and full of color. But inside, it was only the two of them.

Two souls who survived the storm, now lost again in the sweetness of peace.

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