Chapter Thirty-Two: I Am Willing to Dedicate Myself

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Qiao Chenye gently placed Wen Yan on the apartment’s living room sofa. After a thorough examination, the family doctor confirmed that most injuries were superficial wounds and shock, recommending rest. Just as Qiao Chenye finally exhaled in relief, his subordinate’s call came through.

“President Qiao, Liu Yanyan’s car did head toward the old family estate. She was emotionally agitated, broke through the outer security, and was shouting wildly to see Mr. Qiao Guodong, saying... something about a huge secret concerning the Qiao family bloodline!”

Qiao Chenye’s brow furrowed deeply.

“Qiao Guodong? How could he be connected to Liu Yanyan? And what secret involving the Qiao bloodline?”

Suspicion swirled in his mind, but what dominated was his fury that Liu Yanyan dared to go harass the Qiao family.

“Where’s Qiao Guodong?”

“Mr. Guodong has come out, and... he ordered security to let Liu Yanyan into the side hall.”

Qiao Chenye’s expression darkened. His father was up to something again. He would never allow anyone to pose a potential threat to Wen Yan, especially not this madwoman.

“I’m going over immediately.” He ended the call, looking at Wen Yan with an unyielding tone.

“I have to handle Liu Yanyan at the old estate. Stay here — it’s absolutely safe. I’ve dispatched extra guards.”

Wen Yan’s face showed worry—this time she was genuinely concerned that something might go wrong at Qiao Guodong’s side to disrupt their plans.

“Okay, go quickly, be careful.”

“The original plot had Liu Yanyan kidnapping the original protagonist in the later stages, but I didn’t expect this scene to appear so soon.”

“This isn’t the scripted world we understood anymore! Did you find those two unplanned scenes I asked you to look for?”

“Found them. Here, I’ll show you.” The system immediately played the surveillance footage from those days for Wen Yan.

The cameras had recorded for several consecutive days. Wen Yan and Li Jingyan entered; within an hour, Qiao Guodong and Liu Yanyan’s father arrived. Liu Yu helped Li Jingyan out, leaving only Qiao Guodong and Liu Yanyan inside, with others brought in later.

“Curious beyond belief! Really curious!”

“Seriously, this is something!” Wen Yan thought helplessly, almost wanting to bang her head against the wall. Seems like the older generation talked about tradition but practiced quite liberally.

The Qiao family old estate, side hall.

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Liu Yanyan sobbed uncontrollably, collapsing at Qiao Guodong’s feet.

“Mr. Qiao! I beg you, for the child’s sake, please save me!”

Qiao Guodong’s sharp gaze fixed on her as he waved the others away. Suspicion and uncertainty clouded his mind. Their few secret liaisons had been discreet; what did she mean by mentioning a child now? Could it be...

“Child? What child? Make yourself clear!” Qiao Guodong’s voice was low and scrutinizing.

He had chosen Liu Yanyan precisely because he knew Li Jingyan was inhuman, needing a perfectly “clean” and controllable woman to bear his bloodline, ensuring it was purely Qiao family’s.

The Qiao family would never allow someone infertile to inherit; only then could they suppress Qiao Chenye and seize the throne.

He thought this matter had been handled quietly; Liu Yanyan should have been unaware until now.

Liu Yanyan seemed to grasp a last chance, hurriedly raising her head, speaking incoherently but with desperate recklessness.

“It’s my child! Your grandson, Mr. Qiao! Li Jingyan... he’s utterly inhuman! How could this child be his? It can only be yours! It’s the Qiao family’s blood!”

Perhaps she had been confused before, but gripped by fear and survival instinct, she connected scattered clues—the seemingly accidental “care” from Qiao Guodong, Li Jingyan’s evasiveness about the matter, and his never truly touching her.

She finally understood her true “value.”

Li Jingyan could no longer offer her a future. She had to seize a stronger support.

“Mr. Qiao, Li Jingyan is finished! The eldest son will never spare him—let him attract all the firepower! But this child is your bloodline!”

Liu Yanyan urgently pitched her “plan.”

“I can testify. Release Li Jingyan, let Qiao Chenye know who he really is, and let them fight.”

“You can secretly raise the child as your hidden plan. When they’ve exhausted themselves battling, you bring him out, and you’ll hold absolute power.”

“Instead of always being suppressed by Qiao Chenye,” she added, striking precisely at Qiao Guodong’s deepest pain and ambition.

A child with his pure bloodline, secretly raised, might one day be used to counterbalance Qiao Chenye—such a temptation was enormous!

This child’s lineage from the Qiao and Liu families was a hundred times better than Li Jingyan’s illegitimate offspring.

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Qiao Guodong was tempted, but the cunning old fox showed no trace on his face. Instead, he sneered coldly, bent down, and firmly gripped Liu Yanyan’s chin.

“Empty words have no proof. Why should I believe you? Who knows if this isn’t another trap set by you and Li Jingyan?”

Liu Yanyan winced in pain but did not resist. A resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

“I can do a paternity test anytime! Mr. Qiao, I’m at my last straw. I only beg you to give me a way out, a way for the child to live! I’m willing to be your right hand, obeying only you! As long as you protect us, mother and child, I’ll do anything!”

As she spoke, her body softened, leaning into Qiao Guodong, her eyes filled with pleading and dependence on power.

Qiao Guodong looked at her young form and humble, beseeching posture. His vanity and desire for control were greatly gratified.

Weighing the pros and cons, he found this deal feasible.

Using a ruined man like Li Jingyan as a public scapegoat while secretly controlling his own bloodline descendants—this move was indeed brilliant.

He released his grip, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

“Fine, I’ll give you this chance. Remember what you said today. From now on, your life and the child’s belong to me.”

Liu Yanyan was overjoyed, knowing her gamble had paid off. She quickly pledged loyalty.

“Yes! Yes! Thank you, Mr. Qiao! I will obey!”

Qiao Guodong nodded with satisfaction. Watching her pitiful yet alluring demeanor, old desires rekindled. He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her into the side hall’s lounge... Liu Yanyan obediently nestled close, willing to do anything to survive and secure future wealth.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan rested in the apartment.

Perhaps it was aftereffects of the sedative or the relaxation after intense mental strain, she fell into a deep sleep. But soon, a strong palpitation and nausea jolted her awake, a dull pain radiating from her lower abdomen!