Lin Yazhu is about to get married to her childhood sweetheart, Wen Junhan.

Gazing at the pure white wedding dress piled at her feet, a smile unconsciously spilled from the corner of her mouth.

“Please, bride and groom, exchange your rings,” the emcee announced.

The smile at the corners of Lin Yazhu’s mouth stretched even wider, about to extend her hand.

However, out of nowhere, a loud “bang” echoed throughout the room, someone has forcefully pushed open the banquet doors.

A dozen bodyguards, arranged in two rows, poured in with synchronized steps.

Nestled between them, a four- or five-year-old boy hustled with his short little legs, bouncing over.

"Mommy!” He squealed as he scampered.

“You can't marry this old and ugly man."

Lin Yazhu was taken aback, eyes wide open. What’s going on?

She watched, stunned, as the little boy ran over and tightly clasped her leg.

The boy, pale and handsome, dressed neatly and cleanly, looked up, showing his chubby cheeks.

Blinking his large, watery eyes, he yelled, “Mommy! No!”

“Little guy, whose child are you? Go back and tell your parents it's not the time to make a fuss in the bridal chamber.”

Wen Junhan came towards them, a genial smile playing upon his lips, reaching out to grab the little boy.

The boy quickly dodges, hiding behind Lin Yazu with tilted head.

"Me?"

A pause.

"Of course I'm daddy and mommy’s child!" he said, flashing an innocent smile revealing one of his little incisors. He turns to Lin Yazu,

"Mommy, daddy asked me to call you home."

Lin Yazu involuntarily twitched at the corner of her mouth. This unexpected interruption had disturbed her much-anticipated wedding, clearly displeasing her.

She reached out a hand, intending to push the small boy away. Before her hand touched him, an unexpected thought echoed in her mind,

"You can't touch him. Babies have very fragile skin, it's not a laughing matter if bacteria get onto it."

A sudden shudder runs through Lin Yazu, and her heart begins to race so violently that she feels her temples throbbing.

As she stares into the boy's eyes, she sees a profound yearning and longing.

"Mommy, do you want to touch the baby? Come, go home with the baby. You can touch it as you like there."

The little boy grasps at Lin Yazu’s leg, pulling her outward with a twist of his small body.

Lin Yazu tries to break free, but her heels are a full nine centimeters high and for the moment, she just can't break away and ends up letting him tug her along for a couple of steps.

"Security, security!" At this moment, Wen Junhan could no longer contain his frustration. However, as soon as he had called out, he was intercepted by three black-clad bodyguards.

Lin Yanzhu had already been pulled by the little boy right up to the entrance of the banquet hall. She grabbed the door frame just in time to steady herself.

She bent down and lifted the little boy's chin.

She was certain she had never seen this little fellow before, but for some reason, she felt an indescribable sensation in her heart when she looked into his eyes.

"Little friend, stop this nonsense, today is Auntie's important day," Lin Yanzhu tried to soothe, despite not being able to make sense of the situation.

The little boy looked up, innocently saying, "If you kiss my cheek, I'll stop misbehaving."

With a smile, Lin Yanzhu bent over to kiss the little boy's cheek.

Swiftly, the boy stretched out his tiny hand, crushing a capsule-like object in front of Lin Yanzhu's nose.

Not too far away, in a van, a frosty-faced man watched the scene without blinking. When he saw the boy's action, a hint of softness flickered in his eyes.

Pete beside him boasted proudly.

"Since childhood, the young master has been extraordinary. Able to speak at four months, walked at eight months, began to recognize words at one and a half years old, and started to study ancient martial arts with Master Xuyang at two. He's a truly exceptional talent!"

The man's face remained icy as he watched Lin Yanzhu faint on CCTV, slightly furrowing his brow: "Does the drug have any harm to her?"

Immediately, Pete answered with a smile.

"Rest assured, young master, the drug has been repeatedly tested by Master Xuyang, it will not cause any harm to the young lady."

The man said nothing, instead his narrow long eyes narrowed slightly, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Pitt felt a chill creep up his spine and quickly added,

"True, sir. Master Xuyang has assured me that within an hour at most, the young lady will awaken."

With this assurance, the man finally shifted his gaze.

In a short time, Lin Yazu and the little boy were hurried into the room.

A hint of warmth revealed itself on the man's icy face.

"How did it go?"

The little boy bounded into the man's arms, his grin exhibited more teeth than eyes.

"Daddy, I snatched mommy back."

His clear, shiny eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

"Daddy, mommy wouldn't leave us again, right?"

The man gently patted the boy's head. A tender light shone in his eyes, along with undeniable certainty, "Never again."

Lin Yazu awakened in an opulent retro-styled room. She's adorned in a silk sleeping robe, her wedding dress already removed by someone else.

She performed a quick body check, confirming she's unharmed, before getting off the bed.

Barefooted, she treaded on thick Persian carpet, walked towards the door, and opened it.

"Miss, you can't leave."

Two bodyguards in black, one hand each, blocked the doorway.

"I am not your Miss, you've got the wrong person."

Lin Ya Zhu frowned as she spoke.

The bodyguards still stood at the door, one of them pressing the communicator on his collar.

"Mr. Pete, the young Miss is awake."

Lin Ya Zhu's face instantly darkened, "You've mistaken me for someone else, I am definitely not some young Miss."

She then remembered that little boy, who had asked her for a kiss, and after she did, she lost consciousness.

He even called her mommy. Forget that she doesn't have a son, if she really had a devilish little boy like that, she would be vexed to death!

"Where is that little devil?"

Her peaceful wedding was disrupted and she was abducted by a little boy, Lin Ya Zhu was infuriated.

"Ya Zhu, our son is not a little devil, he is clearly a little angel."

A deep, pleasant voice resonated.

Standing to one side, Pete's mouth gaped into an 'O' shape.

Young Master, is this a way of pleasing the young Miss?

No wonder he slept for three years and woke up wanting to come to S City.

Lin Yazu turned her head, only to spot a tall man leading a young boy.

The man's face was unnaturally pale, as if he hardly ever saw sunlight.

The boy, on the other hand, was fair and handsome, appearing quite healthy.

Yet, Lin Yazhu ground her teeth and glared at the fair and attractive young boy.

It wasn't until the man approached and stood in front of her.

An overwhelming pressure oozed from the man's body.

This pressure made her feel suffocated.

Suddenly, a blurry image flashed in her mind, though it was hazy, the feeling was crystal clear.

It was fear.

The man, seemingly oblivious to Lin Yazhu's changes, bent down, picked up the boy, and thrust him into her arms.

"Little Bamboo, our son has missed you very much."