Zhuo Xuan's heart plummeted: It's over!
Just then, He Zhao rushed onto the stage in a panic. "Boss Yu, it's bad—your mother went up to the rooftop... she says she's going to jump."
Yu Jinwen's expression changed instantly. He vaulted off the stage and sprinted toward the rooftop.
...
On the rooftop, Yu Fengjiao sat in her wheelchair at the very edge, where the slightest misstep would send her plummeting to her death. Yet she seemed utterly unafraid, her posture as dignified and commanding as ever.
Below, a crowd had gathered, and rescue airbags were inflated to their fullest. A negotiator shouted through a megaphone, "Ma'am, please don't act rashly! Whatever's troubling you, we can talk it out—"
Yu Jinwen, Yu Zeyu, and the others reached the rooftop, their blood running cold at the sight of Yu Fengjiao perched precariously on the brink. None of them dared even to shout.
*Mom.*
Yu Jinwen's throat locked. He thought he had called out, but his lips only parted soundlessly.
"Auntie, what are you doing?!" Yu Zeyu, on the verge of tears, begged frantically. "If you have something to say, just say it! Don't scare us like this!"
Yu Fengjiao turned her head slightly, her gaze settling on Yu Jinwen as he approached. "Son, do you know why I never wanted you to marry Zhuo Xuan?"
It took Yu Jinwen a long moment to find his voice. "I know. Because of Zhuo Yue."
Yu Fengjiao let out a cold laugh. "Because of Zhuo Yue, your father fought tooth and nail to divorce me. You were only ten then. I held on for ten years, trying to save our marriage, but in the end, your worthless father still abandoned me—his lawful wife—for the 'understanding flower' he pined after. And now, my son, you're following in Shen Liushu's footsteps, marrying Zhuo Yue's niece. How laughable is that?"
Yu Jinwen's throat tightened, rendering him speechless.
"Your mother has lived her life with pride. Swallowing one fly was disgusting enough—I won't swallow another. Zhuo Xuan and I can never be mother- and daughter-in-law. But I won't put you in a difficult position. I'll remove myself."
She gripped the wheels of her chair, nudging it forward—but it didn't budge. Confused, she realized several black-clad men had appeared out of nowhere, securing the rooftop and locking her wheelchair in place.
Fu Yu climbed up from below, dust coating his clothes, and grinned at Yu Fengjiao. "Auntie, blame Old Yu for this—he forced me to do it!"
Yu Jinwen, his face grim, pulled his mother back from the edge. Just then, the roar of an engine filled the air—a helicopter circled overhead, scouting for a landing spot.
The rooftop quickly cleared as onlookers staggered back, buffeted by the wind. The helicopter descended steadily, and a slender figure emerged from the pilot's seat.
Dressed in a simple white top and black pants, her short hair tousled by the wind, she swiftly removed her flight gear. Only then did the crowd realize—the pilot was a woman!
And a stunningly beautiful one at that!
Yu Jinwen froze the moment he recognized her face. Every step Nan Song took toward him echoed like a drumbeat in his chest—*thud, thud, thud.*