“Take this infertility report and get out! The Di family doesn’t want a useless hen that can’t lay eggs. Wan Yue is back and has been with A Jing these days, so behave yourself!”

Along with Grandma Song Liqin’s harsh words, she threw down a medical infertility report.

Nan Zhiyi was stunned, letting her mother-in-law insult her as she left.

In her mind, only one sentence echoed: Nan Wan Yue is back!

Had she... ultimately lost?

She sat alone in the room, dazed until dark.

Around eight in the evening, the sound of a car engine came from the courtyard.

Nan Zhiyi knew it was Di Shijing returning.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, and with a “snap,” the light was turned on.

A man entered, draping a suit jacket over his arm, walking in with long legs.

He wore a white shirt, the top two buttons casually undone, his excellent figure accentuating an aura of noble elegance.

But his handsome, godlike face was expressionless—cold and aloof.

“Sign the papers when you have time.”

He came over, placed the documents down.

His low, pleasant voice held no warmth.

Nan Zhiyi had expected this,

but her heart still tightened painfully.

She looked at Di Shijing involuntarily and asked herself with self-deception, “Is it because of the ‘infertility’ too? Do you want a divorce?”

Di Shijing’s brow was cold, and his tone even colder:

“Nan Zhiyi, don’t make things difficult. You should know better than anyone why we got married.”

Nan Zhiyi’s thoughts wandered.

Indeed, she knew.

Back then, Old Master Bo of the Bo family was seriously ill, and the family wanted to bring in a new daughter-in-law to bring good luck.

The chosen one was supposed to be Nan Wan Yue.

At that time, Nan Wan Yue was the true heiress of the Nan family.

However, during the premarital medical check, it was discovered she had no blood relation to the Nan family.

When the Nan patriarch found out, he launched a search and eventually found Nan Zhiyi, the real heiress lost outside.

Thus, the engagement fell to her.

On their wedding day, Nan Wan Yue secretly tried to sabotage their marriage by faking a fall down the stairs.

She ended up breaking her leg and was sent abroad for treatment.

This incident stirred up much sympathy for Nan Wan Yue.

Meanwhile, Nan Zhiyi was vilified by everyone!

Even her birth parents despised her as cruel and venomous, constantly disliking her.

After all, Nan Wan Yue had been their daughter for nineteen years, educated and refined—a recognized lady of the family.

While she, the biological daughter, was heartless and ruthless...

Thinking of Grandma Song Liqin’s humiliation today, Nan Zhiyi couldn’t help but want to laugh.

They had no idea—it wasn’t that she was infertile.

From their wedding day, Di Shijing hadn’t even touched her once!

The more Nan Zhiyi thought about it, the colder her heart grew.

Maybe she really shouldn’t cling to someone like him; his heart was impossible to warm.

No matter how well she treated him or loved him over the past two years, it was all useless.

But she wasn’t willing to divorce so easily!

Why should she be at this man’s mercy?

Looking at the glaring divorce papers, Nan Zhiyi sneered:

“Di Shijing, if you want me to sign, fine. But before that, you have to serve me once, okay?”

“What?”

Di Shijing was stunned, as if he misheard.

Before he could react, she grabbed his collar and kissed him.

She was provocative:

“What? Not willing? We’ve been married two years—I have dutifully done everything a wife should do, taken care of you, stayed by your side. Even as a housekeeper, I deserve a salary... Now I’m just asking for my pay. Isn’t that fair?”

Di Shijing’s eyes flashed coldness:

“Nan Zhiyi, do you know what shame is? Don’t think I’ll do as you wish just because you’re trying to provoke me this way!”

“Is it unwilling, or just impossible?”

Nan Zhiyi taunted further:

“Could it be true, as rumors say, that Di Shao is all looks and no use? Physically incapable?”

Di Shijing was enraged, veins bulging on his forehead:

“Nan Zhiyi, you’re dead meat! I’ll show you how capable I am right now!”

Then he harshly grabbed her chin and kissed her back.

They fought fiercely all night.

In the end, Nan Zhiyi was too exhausted and fell asleep!

The next morning she woke to find him still asleep.

Silently, she packed her luggage, leaving the divorce papers, a note, and ten yuan on the bedside table.

“Too incompetent, I’m very dissatisfied. Di Shao, next time don’t bother serving anyone, you’ll scare away the guests! Consider this ten yuan as last night’s hard labor fee—no need to thank me!”

Six years later, Country Y.

Zeling Fragrance Research Institute.

Nan Zhiyi was inside the lab, comparing a mountain of data.

Suddenly, the computer froze.

Then, the entire institute’s network was hacked and paralyzed.

Outside, screams arose...

“Here we go again, huh? Aletta’s two little troublemakers!”

“Aletta! Help, help...”

Soon, people rushed into Nan Zhiyi’s office begging for help, accompanied by countdown alarms:

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven...

When it reached one, all data in the institute would be lost.

Seeing this, a deadly fear hit Nan Zhiyi’s mind. She quickly dialed a phone.

“Darling, have mercy! I’m coming home! I’ll be home right now! Please stop!”

On the other end came a childish voice with a mocking tone:

“Oh, isn’t this our famous miracle doctor, international top perfumer Miss Aletta? What a rare guest, why are you calling me?”

Nan Zhiyi could only beg:

“Darling, sorry, Mommy didn’t mean it. It’s just that the latest batch of perfume is about to launch, but the final formula isn’t right, so I was delayed a few days...”

“I’m coming home now! Right away! Please stop attacking the institute’s network, I beg you!”

The little guy on the other end snorted, “Hmph, good to see you still remember you have a home. I thought you were gonna live at the research institute forever, forgetting you have two adorable kids!”

Nan Zhiyi knew her son’s temper, so she smiled sweetly, “How could I forget? You two are my precious darlings! Mommy loves you so much! Mwah~ mwah~”

The kid on the phone was immediately soothed and stopped messing with the computer.

“Hmph, that’s better. You’ve got half an hour to get home, or I’ll keep attacking the research institute.”

With that, he hung up, all proud and a little sassy.

Nan Zhiyi let out a sigh of relief and gave an “OK” sign to everyone in the room.

The whole team wiped the sweat off their brows and got back to work.

Assistant Annie walked in with some files and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Who would’ve thought a room full of top-notch professionals would be constantly threatened by two little troublemakers?

Nan Zhiyi shook her head helplessly.

Everyone knew her two little ones were as stubborn as can be.

They actually took after that jerk Di Shijing — same attitude!

After that night years ago, Nan Zhiyi went back to the Nan family only to be kicked out by her own parents.

She thought she’d have no more dealings with Di Shijing for the rest of her life.

But fate had other plans — she was pregnant… with quadruplets.

Because of her condition, aborting could mean lifelong infertility, so the doctor advised against it.

Alone and far from home, with no family around, Nan Zhiyi thought it over and decided to keep the babies.

Unfortunately, complications during delivery caused her to lose one boy and one girl.

Now, only a pair of siblings were left.

Her two kids were incredibly smart.

The eldest, Nan Junxian, was steady and mature, loved programming, spoke four languages, and was skilled at calligraphy and painting — truly multi-talented.

The younger, Nan Junmu, was lively and energetic, took after Nan Zhiyi’s interests in perfumery and medicine, always coming up with clever ideas and knowing remedies for common ailments.

Wherever they went, they were adored!

Thinking of them, Nan Zhiyi’s heart softened.

“I gotta go now,” she said, taking off her lab coat, muttering, “If I’m not home in half an hour, the research institute’s going to get hit again.”

“Go on,” Annie smiled, reminding her, “Don’t forget to pack — you’re flying back home tomorrow.”

Nan Zhiyi frowned. Over the years, besides her medical achievements, she and her best friend Sheng Shiyu started a perfume company called Zeling.

Thanks to their original formulas, they were a big name internationally and had countless collaboration requests.

This time, the company’s branch was expanding domestically, originally led by Sheng Shiyu.

But Sheng’s mother was seriously ill, so Nan Zhiyi was called back to help manage things.

“Got it. See you at the airport tomorrow,” Nan Zhiyi replied, a bit frustrated, and said goodbye to Annie.

She hurried home, only to get scolded by her two little troublemakers.

The next day at the airport, she looked exhausted.

But her two little stars? Totally cool and perfect, both wearing sunglasses like international celebrities.

Their handsome faces looked like they’d been sculpted by the gods.

They attracted a lot of attention, and some people even took out their phones to snap photos.

Annie tugged her luggage, laughing, “Feels like you gave birth to two little bosses.”

Nan Zhiyi glanced at the playful pair ahead and replied, “Tell me about it.”

The two kids’ ears perked up at that.

They turned and said, “Mommy deserves it — she works so hard she forgets to take care of herself.”

Junmu, who always followed his brother’s lead, chimed in in his baby voice, “Yeah, if we didn’t watch her, who knows what would happen…”

Just as the two started their usual nagging, Nan Zhiyi hurried to say, “Okay, okay, you’re right, babies!”

Before long, they boarded the plane.

After ten hours of flying, Nan Zhiyi finally had some peace and quiet.

When they landed, still half asleep and dazed, she asked Annie to watch the kids and luggage while she freshened up in the restroom.

Annie happily agreed.

After splashing cold water on her face, Nan Zhiyi felt more awake and came out of the restroom.

She was immediately surprised to see her kids.

Junxian had arrived wearing a casual set with sunglasses, but in the blink of an eye, he’d changed into a neat little suit.

Junmu was the same — from a sweet floral dress to a fancy pink princess dress.

They looked so formal!

Nan Zhiyi laughed and teased, “Kids, aren’t you a bit over-dressed? You’re just meeting your godmother, not going to a ball.”

The two little ones looked at her, puzzled.

Was this pretty lady really talking to them?

The two kids’ cute, clueless expressions caught Nan Zhiyi’s eye, and she couldn’t help but think how absolutely adorable her little treasures were! She crouched down to pinch their chubby cheeks affectionately.

“But dressed like this, you really are too cute. When your godmother sees you, she’s definitely going to be smitten!”

She could already imagine how excited Sheng Shiyu would be when she met these two.

“Alright, let’s go—don’t keep Auntie Annie waiting,” she said, reaching out to hold their hands.

But the little girl shyly hid behind the boy.

The boy looked back with some hesitation and asked, “Auntie, are you sure you have the right people?”

Nan Zhiyi was taken aback.

Then she laughed, “Mistaken? You two are the babies I carried for ten months! How could I mistake you? You little rascal, calling me ‘Auntie’ — did Mumu get you watching some drama again and get you playing pretend?”

Mumu loved role-playing the most!

Nan Zhiyi played along gently, coaxing them, “Okay, it’s fine to play at home, and Mom can play with you there. But we just got back to the country, and there’s a lot to do, so no more playing, alright? Let’s go with Mommy…”

She reached for their hands again.

But the boy grew even more suspicious.

Nan Zhiyi chuckled—did they get hooked on the act?

“Is this the amnesia act now? Fine, then Mommy will prove it!”

She pulled out her phone and opened the photo album.

“See? Here are all your pictures from when you were little!”

The boy stared at the phone, completely stunned.

He was sure he didn’t recognize this beautiful lady.

But the photos on her phone? They were of two kids who looked exactly like them!

What was going on?

Just then, Lu Jingyu put the phone away and said, “Can we go now?”

Without waiting for a response, she scooped up one kid in each arm and headed off.

She didn’t notice the subtle oddness in the children.

The boy’s eyes flickered uncertainly.

He had wanted to resist, but the pictures and the inexplicable feeling of familiarity toward this lady made him hesitate.

He needed to figure this out.

He tried to calm his sister.

She was shy around strangers and wouldn’t let anyone but him, their grandparents, or Daddy touch her.

But surprisingly, she wasn’t afraid—she stared at the lady in front of her with curiosity.

At the airport, Annie was waiting with the two kids for Nan Zhiyi to return.

After a while, she still hadn’t appeared.

Xianxian suggested to his sister, “Maybe we should go look for Mommy. She probably got lost again.”

Nan Zhiyi’s sense of direction wasn’t great; she’d gotten lost at the airport more than once.

Annie agreed, “I’ll come with you.”

But Xianxian refused, “No, Auntie Annie, you stay here with the luggage. There’s a lot to carry, it’s easier if we go. Don’t worry, we won’t get lost!”

Annie hesitated, then trusted the kids’ intelligence and said, “Alright, but keep in touch!”

The two kids gave her an “OK” sign, held hands, and ran off.

They had only been gone a moment when Nan Zhiyi came back, carrying both kids.

Annie was surprised, “You’re back already? Didn’t you just leave?”

And in the blink of an eye, the kids had changed clothes!

Annie was confused and about to ask when Nan Zhiyi’s phone rang.

It was Sheng Shiyu.

Quickly putting the kids down, Nan Zhiyi answered.

Sheng Shiyu’s cheerful voice came through, “Zhizhi, have you arrived? I’m at the parking lot—you’ll see me as soon as you come out.”

“We’re on our way!” Nan Zhiyi replied, juggling the kids’ hands and luggage.

Annie forgot to ask anything more and pushed the suitcase out with Nan Zhiyi.

Not far away, the real Junxian and Junmu watched them leave, wide-eyed.

Junmu blinked in disbelief, “Brother, did you see that? The two people Mommy was holding look exactly like us!”

Xianxian nodded, coming out of his shock.

Junmu asked, puzzled, “What’s going on? Could we be having an out-of-body experience?”

“Stop watching all those silly supernatural dramas,” Xianxian said, patting her head.

Then he thought deeply, “I don’t know what’s happening, but maybe… those two are our siblings? Biological siblings! That’s the only way Mommy could mistake them.”

“But how? Mommy said the other two died,” Junmu scratched her head, confused.

That was what puzzled Xianxian, too.

Mommy had two boys and then two girls.

He was the oldest, and Junmu was the youngest.

The second and third had died.

But now, those “lost” siblings appeared in the country.

Something was definitely wrong!

Xianxian’s sharp mind was already working.

He suspected those missing siblings were taken back to the country by someone—someone Mommy didn’t know about.

And that someone might be that scummy Daddy who abandoned Mommy!

Just as he thought this, a group of bodyguards in black suits appeared behind the two kids, surrounding them.

The young man in charge looked anxious, “Oh, the little master and little miss, you made us work hard to find you!”

He was panting but kept watching the two kids carefully.

After confirming they weren’t hurt, he muttered, “I was wondering why we couldn’t find you—turns out you changed clothes! Come on, let’s go back; Grandpa’s pretty mad.”

Without waiting for a response, he bent down and scooped them up.

Junmu was startled but didn’t struggle.

She recognized the man holding them—Zhou Yi, Emperor Shi Jing’s personal assistant!

Xianxian was calmer and even squinted slightly.

Looks like his guess was right after all!

Those siblings had something to do with that lousy Daddy!

Before returning to the country, he had planned to get close to Emperor Shi Jing to teach him a lesson.

Now, that step was saved!

Xianxian gave his sister a meaningful look.

The little girl immediately understood her brother’s plan and kept their true identities hidden.

Soon, the two kids were escorted by Zhou Yi and the bodyguards to the airport VIP lounge.

As soon as they entered, the siblings felt a thick, oppressive atmosphere.

The source was the man standing deepest inside—

Emperor Shi Jing!