"Auntie, what should I do now?" Zhuo Xuan was completely lost. The man who used to hang on her every word was slipping further from her grasp—maybe even leaving her for good.
"Don't panic. Yu Jinwen is just angry right now. Wait for his temper to cool, then go to him and explain. As for that ex-wife of his, Nan Song… it seems we underestimated her. Don't worry—I'll make sure she pays for today."
*
*In for a penny, in for a pound.*
After ensuring Yu Fengjiao got home safely, Nan Song found herself riding back in the wedding limo—a surreal twist of irony.
Wasn't she going above and beyond as an ex-wife? Not only attending the wedding, but now *escorting* the groom's family home?
The stretch Lincoln had plenty of seats. Yu Fanyin and Yu Zeyu had piled in too, the latter chattering nonstop since they'd left.
"*Sis*, where've you been all this time? We turned the city upside down looking for you—Jinwen even pulled every security cam in a hundred-mile radius!"
"And that helicopter—you *actually* flew it here yourself? Since when do you know how to pilot a chopper? Can you take me up for a spin sometime?"
Nan Song smiled faintly. "Sure. But not today—it's raining. Next time."
"*Yes!* You're the best!"
Yu Jinwen watched his little brother's overexcited flailing with a glare. *Bootlicker.*
He smacked the back of Yu Zeyu's head. "Sit *down*."
The younger man instantly quieted under his brother's stern look.
From the second row, Yu Jinwen stole a glance toward the back seat. Nan Song sat straight-backed beside Yu Fengjiao, her poise unwavering—as if she'd always belonged there.
Something about her had changed since the divorce. The timid, eager-to-please woman was gone. Now, she met his gaze with detached indifference—like he was a stranger.
It left an odd, hollow ache in his chest.
Yu Fengjiao and Yu Fanyin were bursting with questions too, but Nan Song promised, "I'll explain everything at home."
Three years of secrecy were about to end.
...
The Yu family gathered in the main hall, all eyes fixed on Nan Song as she stood before them.
"Grandfather, Grandmother, Mom, Uncles… first, I owe you all an apology." She bowed slightly, her tone respectful but firm. "My real name is Nan Song. I'm from Nan City."
The elders sat while the younger generation stood. Yu Jinwen lingered nearby, studying her profile as she laid bare the truth. Even though he'd already known, hearing it aloud still struck him.
If *he* was surprised, the rest of the family—completely in the dark—were floored.
"Nan City?" Second Uncle Yu bolted upright, his face a mix of shock and disbelief. "Don't tell me you're from the *Nan family*?"
The name wasn't uncommon, but in Nan City, it carried *weight*.
Nan Song nodded. "Yes. I'm a daughter of the Nan family. Nan Ningsong is my father."
A stunned silence fell.
Then—chaos.
Yu Zeyu gaped. "*No way.* You mean the Nan family that owns half of Asia's shipping lanes? The ones with private islands?!"
Yu Fanyin's eyes widened. "And your mother is… *the* Lorelai Qi? The legendary violinist?"
Nan Song acknowledged it with a small nod.
Yu Jinwen's jaw tightened. All this time, she'd hidden *this*?
His family's reactions ranged from awe to disbelief—except Yu Fengjiao, who simply smiled, as if she'd known all along.
Second Uncle Yu rubbed his temples. "So when you said you were 'ordinary'…"
"I never actually said that," Nan Song corrected gently. "*You* assumed."
A beat. Then—
Yu Zeyu whooped. "*I KNEW IT!* That's why you could fly a damn helicopter!"
Yu Jinwen pinched the bridge of his nose.
Of all the things to focus on…
But the realization settled over him like a weight.
She wasn't just *Nan Song* anymore.
She was *Nan Song of Nan City*.
And he'd let her go.