Haicheng Top Private Hospital—  

“Ms. Lin, your condition can’t be delayed any further. You must be hospitalized for treatment immediately.”  

“If I refuse treatment, how long do I have left?”  

“…At most, three months.”  

The doctor looked at the noblewoman before him, his eyes filled with pity.  

Lin Wanwan, a renowned female entrepreneur in Haicheng, was the head of the Millennium Prosperity Group, which spanned multiple industries including finance, healthcare, real estate, and catering.  

She consistently ranked at the top of the Forbes rich list and had founded several charitable foundations dedicated to supporting women.  

Such a kind-hearted person, yet she was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer.  

Truly, the wicked live a thousand years while the good die young.  

“I don’t want anyone else to know about my illness.”  

If news of her condition leaked, it would undoubtedly be exploited by certain individuals, jeopardizing the livelihoods of tens of thousands of employees under the Prosperity Group.  

Lin Wanwan was determined to eradicate any potential threat to the company’s interests.  

At Prosperity Group, even the janitors earned a monthly salary of 7,000 yuan, with full social insurance coverage, including six types of insurance and one housing fund. They enjoyed weekends off, ten days of paid annual leave, and additional benefits such as marriage subsidies, maternity subsidies, and childcare allowances—making it the best in the industry.  

In such a tough economic climate, as the CEO of the group, Lin Wanwan had to take responsibility for the livelihoods of her tens of thousands of employees.  

“Ms. Lin, protecting patient privacy is our duty as doctors. You can rest assured on that front.”  

After securing the doctor’s assurance, Lin Wanwan stood up and left the consultation room. She then drove her sleek Rolls-Royce straight to the Lin family estate.  

Lin Wanwan preferred tranquility, so usually, only she and her adopted son, Lin Zhengping, lived in the family estate.  

But today… three pairs of foul-smelling slippers suddenly appeared at the entrance. Lin Wanwan’s frown deepened enough to crush a fly.  

She had explicitly instructed her staff not to bring outsiders into the house. Why couldn’t they follow such a simple rule?  

As Lin Wanwan changed her shoes, the housekeeper, Aunt Wang, approached and knelt to help her.  

“Aunt Wang, do we have guests today?”  

“Miss, it’s… it’s the young master. He brought people home.” Aunt Wang looked uneasy.  

Lin Wanwan’s heart sank at Aunt Wang’s expression. “Who did he bring this time?”  

“A family of three. The middle-aged couple looks strikingly similar to the young master. They claim to be his biological parents.” Aunt Wang spoke cautiously, watching Lin Wanwan’s face for any sign of distress.  

As a long-time servant of the Lin family, Aunt Wang had raised Lin Wanwan since childhood and knew the full story behind the young master’s origins.  

That year, the kind-hearted Miss Lin had just lost her mother. On her way back from paying respects, she stumbled upon an abandoned baby boy left by the roadside—Lin Zhengping.  

In the freezing winter, the infant was wrapped in tattered clothing, on the verge of freezing to death.  

It was Miss Lin who brought him home and later adopted him as her own… But now, her heart was bound to break.  

To everyone’s surprise, Lin Wanwan remained calm and walked into the house.  

That family chose neither earlier nor later but showed up at this exact moment. She was determined to uncover the ulterior motives of the people who had heartlessly abandoned Lin Zhengping as a baby in the freezing cold.  

As soon as she entered the living room, Lin Wanwan saw someone digging their nose and stepping barefoot on her million-dollar leather sofa.

Her expression instantly turned icy.  

Lin Zhengping, who had just successfully reunited with his biological family, was overjoyed and completely oblivious to Lin Wanwan’s mood. He hurried over to her and excitedly introduced:  

“Mom, I’ve found my birth parents! This is my real dad and mom, and the one sitting there eating is my real older brother.”  

Wang Youfu, who had been lounging on the sofa, immediately stood up, his beady eyes leering at Lin Wanwan with undisguised lust.  

This woman’s got some fire.

Once he moved in here, he’d definitely make her his, force her to serve him in bed every day.  

The look in his eyes was so repulsive it could kill an appetite. The fiercely loyal Aunt Wang quickly shielded Lin Wanwan behind her, glaring daggers at Wang Youfu.  

What a toad lusting after swan meat! Why doesn’t he go piss on the ground and take a good look at himself? How dare he fantasize about her family’s precious young lady?

And the young master—he was getting more foolish by the day. Bringing these kinds of people home? Wasn’t this just breaking her young lady’s heart?  

Behind Aunt Wang’s protective stance, Lin Wanwan’s lips curled into a faint smile.  

Good job, Aunt Wang. I’ll give her a raise later.

That imperial jade bracelet she’d spent a fortune on at an auction in the U.S. last month would suit Aunt Wang perfectly.  

She was sure Aunt Wang would love it.  

Wang Youfu received a sharp kick from his wife and hastily averted his gaze. Baring his yellowed teeth, he said, “Sis, we owe you for raising Zhengping all these years. Me and my wife’ll work like dogs in our next life to repay you.”  

Hearing this, Lin Zhengping was moved to tears. His birth parents truly loved him! He’d take care of them in their old age from now on.  

Lin Wanwan felt a chill in her heart. That adopted son of hers was so stupid it was almost comical. She couldn’t even bear to look at him anymore.  

“Zhengping’s been in good hands with you, and my husband and I are real grateful. From now on, our families are one—we oughta visit each other more often.”  

Just as Lin Wanwan was about to speak, Lin Zhengping cut in.  

“Mom, what are you saying? It was my fault for not being filial before. Now that I’ve finally found you, it’s time for me to fulfill my duty as a son. You, Dad, and Big Bro should just stay here from now on—let me take care of you properly!”  

The moment these words left his mouth, Wang Youfu and his family lit up with glee.  

This was exactly what they’d gone through all this trouble for!

Living in a luxurious villa estate, waited on by servants, with endless money to spend—even the gods wouldn’t trade a life like this.  

Lin Wanwan laughed coldly. “Lin Zhengping, since when do you make the decisions in this house?”  

Lin Zhengping avoided her gaze, guilt flashing across his face.  

“Mom, they’re my real parents. Can’t you just let them stay here, for my sake?”  

“Your sake? What’s that worth?” Lin Wanwan’s voice was frosty. “As long as I’m alive, you don’t get to decide who stays in this house.” She turned to Aunt Wang. “Aunt Wang, call security. Throw them out. From now on, they’re not allowed in without my permission.”  

Aunt Wang, who had been waiting for this order, practically skipped off to summon the guards. On her way out, she shot Wang Youfu and his family a look of pure disdain.  

The Lin family estate wasn’t a place for just any stray dog or cat. Trash belonged in the dump.

Wang Youfu and his family immediately panicked, turning desperate eyes toward Lin Zhengping.  

Humiliated in front of his newfound relatives, Lin Zhengping’s face darkened like a burnt pot. He cursed his adoptive mother inwardly for being so stingy.  

What’s the big deal? The family’s loaded—what’s a few more mouths to feed? And it’s not like they’re strangers—they’re his real parents!

For the first time in his life, he resented his cold, unfeeling adoptive mother.  

No wonder no man wanted her, even at nearly forty.