One hour later, the money arrived.

Two hundred million yuan.

I looked at the banking notification for exactly three seconds before locking my phone.

I didn’t return a single cent.

Why should I?

That money wasn’t compensation for seven years of marriage.

It was the price Gu Dianzhou had willingly paid to abandon his own children.

And I intended to make sure he remembered that price for the rest of his life.

Three hours later, while Gu Dianzhou was accompanying Lin Xiaoya to her prenatal examination, I signed the twins’ discharge-transfer documents.

The attending physician looked worried.

“Miss Shen, the babies are still in critical condition. Moving them now could be dangerous.”

“I know.”

I handed him a document.

“Transfer them to this hospital.”

The doctor glanced at the name.

Then froze.

It was the Imperial Medical Center in the capital.

One of the best private medical institutions in the country.

Ordinary wealthy families couldn’t get a neonatal specialist there without waiting.

Yet beside my sons’ names were the signatures of three internationally renowned pediatric specialists.

The doctor looked at me differently.

“How did you arrange this so quickly?”

I smiled faintly.

“My family arranged it.”

“My family.”

Those words felt strange after twenty years.

But they were true.

I made one phone call.

Only one.

“Grandpa.”

There was silence on the other end.

Then the old man’s trembling voice came through.

“Xiao Yu?”

I closed my eyes.

“I want to come home.”

My grandfather didn’t ask why.

He didn’t ask about Gu Dianzhou.

He only said:

“Tell me where you are.”

I gave him the hospital address.

His next question was even simpler.

“How many people am I bringing home?”

My tears finally fell.

“Three.”

There was another silence.

Then Grandpa laughed through his tears.

“Good.”

“You and my two great-grandsons.”

“Grandpa will bring all three of you home.”

Forty minutes later, the entire VIP entrance of the hospital was sealed.

Six black cars arrived first.

Then two specialized neonatal ambulances.

The director of the Imperial Medical Center personally came with a medical team.

Finally, an elderly man stepped out of the middle car.

Shen Zhenhua.

Chairman of Shen Holdings.

A name capable of shaking half the capital’s business world.

And my grandfather.

The moment he saw me sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes turned red.

He walked toward me.

His hand trembled when it touched my hair.

“You’ve lost weight.”

That one sentence nearly destroyed all the strength I had left.

For seven years, whenever I was sick, Gu Dianzhou complained that I was troublesome.

Whenever I was exhausted, he said rich-family wives had easier lives than everyone else.

Whenever Lin Xiaoya called, he left me behind without hesitation.

But Grandpa looked at me once and noticed I had lost weight.

I lowered my head.

“Grandpa.”

He hugged me carefully, avoiding my cesarean wound.

“I’m here.”

Then his gaze fell on the incubators being wheeled out.

His expression changed.

“Those are my great-grandsons?”

“Yes.”

“The Gu family doesn’t want them.”

Grandpa’s eyes became terrifyingly cold.

“Who said that?”

“Gu Dianzhou.”

Grandpa stared at the two tiny babies.

Then he bent down beside their incubators.

“Listen carefully, little ones.”

“Others may not want you.”

“But the Shen family does.”

He straightened.

“Take them home.”

That night, we left Haicheng.

I didn’t tell Gu Dianzhou.

I didn’t need to.

He had already made his choice.

Three months passed.

The twins survived.

Six months passed.

The doctors found no evidence of cerebral palsy.

At one year old, both boys were developing normally.

At eighteen months, my older son could already recognize more than a hundred Chinese characters.

My younger son was obsessed with numbers and could complete puzzles meant for children twice his age.

The “low-intelligence wastes” Gu Dianzhou had thrown away had never been intellectually disabled.

They had simply been premature.

Meanwhile, I returned to Deep Blue Capital.

The woman who once woke at five in the morning to prepare Gu Dianzhou’s breakfast disappeared.

So did the wife who waited for him until midnight.

I became Shen Yu again.

And three years later, Deep Blue Capital became the largest institutional shareholder behind several of Asia’s fastest-growing technology companies.

During those three years, Gu Dianzhou never contacted me once.

Not even to ask whether his sons were alive.

Apparently, Lin Xiaoya had given him everything he wanted.

Or so I thought.

Until the Haicheng Global Investment Summit.

That morning, my assistant entered my office.

“President Shen, Gu Group has requested a meeting.”

I didn’t look up.

“Decline.”

“They’ve requested seven times.”

“Decline seven times.”

My assistant hesitated.

“There’s something else.”

I raised my eyes.

“Gu Group is facing a liquidity crisis.”

I almost laughed.

How ironic.

Years ago, Gu Dianzhou had called himself a businessman who didn’t make risky investments.

Now his company desperately needed investment.

And the largest fund capable of saving it…

was mine.

That evening, I attended the summit with my two sons.

The moment I entered the ballroom, conversations stopped.

Not because of the children.

Because of me.

“President Shen!”

“Miss Shen!”

“Chairwoman Shen, congratulations on the Singapore acquisition.”

Across the ballroom, Gu Dianzhou turned around.

The wineglass in his hand stopped halfway to his mouth.

He stared at me.

For several seconds, he didn’t recognize me.

Then his face changed.

“Shen Yu?”

Beside him stood Lin Xiaoya.

She looked older.

The sweetness on her face disappeared the moment she saw me.

“You…”

Gu Dianzhou pushed through the crowd.

“What are you doing here?”

I looked at him calmly.

“Attending the summit.”

He frowned.

“You?”

Before I could answer, the host approached me personally.

“President Shen, we’ve prepared the main seat for you. Chairman Shen is already waiting.”

Gu Dianzhou froze.

“President… Shen?”

Then he saw my grandfather.

And suddenly understood.

His face became deathly pale.

“You’re…”

“Yes.”

I smiled.

“Shen Yu of the Shen family.”

His lips moved.

“But you told me your parents were ordinary people.”

“I told you the people who raised me were ordinary people.”

I tilted my head.

“You never bothered asking anything else.”

Then a child’s voice interrupted us.

“Mommy.”

My eldest son ran toward me.

His younger brother followed.

I crouched and caught them both.

Gu Dianzhou stopped breathing.

They were three years old now.

Healthy.

Beautiful.

And unmistakably his.

The older boy had Gu Dianzhou’s eyes.

The younger had almost the exact same face Gu Dianzhou had in childhood photographs.

His wineglass slipped from his hand.

Crash.

Everyone looked over.

He stared at them.

“They…”

I stood.

His voice trembled.

“They survived?”

For the first time that evening, my smile disappeared.

“What did you expect?”

His face tightened.

“The doctor said—”

“The doctor said they needed treatment.”

I looked directly into his eyes.

“You were the one who called them useless.”

He took a step toward the boys.

My sons immediately moved behind me.

Gu Dianzhou stopped.

Something flashed across his face.

Pain.

Regret.

Possession.

“They’re my sons.”

“No.”

My voice was quiet.

“You gave them up.”

“I never signed away my parental rights!”

“But you signed the divorce agreement.”

His expression changed.

Apparently, he had forgotten.

I hadn’t.

Clause seventeen.

At my insistence, it stated that I would receive sole custody and that he voluntarily waived any claim to interfere in the children’s upbringing.

He had signed without reading carefully.

Because that day, all he wanted was to get rid of us.

His face turned white.

“I want to see the agreement.”

“My lawyers will happily send your lawyers a copy.”

He suddenly grabbed my wrist.

“Shen Yu, we need to talk.”

Before I could respond, my older son slapped his hand.

“Don’t touch my mommy!”

Gu Dianzhou stared at him.

His eyes reddened.

“What’s your name?”

The boy hugged my leg.

“Shen Yichen.”

Shen.

Not Gu.

That single surname seemed to hurt him more than anything else.

“And your brother?”

“Shen Yize.”

Gu Dianzhou looked at me.

“You gave my sons your surname?”

I almost laughed.

“You told me to take those two ‘burdens’ and disappear.”

“So I did.”

Behind him, Lin Xiaoya suddenly spoke.

“Dianzhou, enough.”

He ignored her.

His entire attention remained on the twins.

Then my younger son looked curiously at Lin Xiaoya.

“Mommy, who is that auntie?”

Before I could answer, another voice came from behind us.

A woman whispered:

“Isn’t that Lin Xiaoya? I heard her son isn’t actually President Gu’s.”

The entire group went silent.

Gu Dianzhou slowly turned around.

“What did you say?”

Lin Xiaoya’s face became completely bloodless.

The woman immediately stepped backward.

“I—I only heard rumors.”

Gu Dianzhou stared at Lin Xiaoya.

“What rumors?”

“Dianzhou, don’t listen to them.”

But at that moment, my assistant approached me and whispered:

“President Shen, the investigation you requested into Gu Group is complete.”

She handed me a folder.

I opened it.

I had ordered financial due diligence before deciding whether Deep Blue would invest in Gu Group.

I hadn’t expected the investigators to uncover a private payment buried among company expenses.

A payment to a DNA testing laboratory.

Three years earlier.

I looked at the result.

Then at Lin Xiaoya.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Gu Dianzhou noticed my expression.

“What is that?”

I closed the folder.

“Nothing concerning me.”

He reached for it.

I moved it away.

“Shen Yu.”

His voice cracked.

“Tell me.”

I studied the man who had once discarded two newborn babies because another woman promised him a “healthy heir.”

Then I looked at the two sons standing safely beside me.

And finally, I understood why fate had brought us together again.

I handed him the folder.

Gu Dianzhou opened it.

Five seconds later, his entire body began trembling.

Because the DNA report contained one devastating sentence.

The boy Lin Xiaoya had raised for three years as the future heir of the Gu family…

had no biological relationship to Gu Dianzhou.

And suddenly, the two “useless” children he had thrown away were exactly what he had never imagined they would become.

His only biological heirs.