The Next day...
Li Ming glanced over at Wang Yang as they stepped out of the car. The driveway of the grand Li estate stretched before them, elegant and quiet. Wang Yang raised a brow.
"You sure your dad won't kill me?" he joked.
Li Ming smirked. "Well... let's hope he doesn't recognize you right away."
Wang Yang blinked. "Wait, what?"
Li Ming didn't answer. He just took Wang Yang's hand and led him inside.
They entered a cozy yet luxurious living room where Li Ming's father was reading the newspaper. His silver-rimmed glasses rested low on his nose, and he looked up at the sound of footsteps.
"Ming'er, you're back." His voice was calm but curious. "And you brought a friend?"
Li Ming smiled politely. "Yes, Dad. This is Wang Yang."
The name made the newspaper slip slightly from his father's hand. "Wang Yang?" he repeated slowly. His eyes shifted from the boy to Li Ming.
"Yes," Li Ming said sweetly, almost playfully. "He's my boyfriend."
Silence fell for a second too long.
"And also..." Li Ming added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "he's the son of your old lover."
The cup in Mr. Li's hand clinked sharply against the saucer.
Wang Yang gave a small wave. "Nice to meet you, sir."
Li Ming's dad stood there, wide-eyed. "You're... that Wang Yang?"
"The one and only," Wang Yang replied, slightly nervous.
Suddenly, laughter erupted from the stairs. Li Ming's grandparents entered the room, having overheard everything.
"Well, this is quite the twist," Grandpa chuckled, shaking his head.
Grandma smiled warmly at the two boys. "You boys are truly fated. Like your fathers before you."
Mr. Li rubbed his temples. "I–I don't even know what to say..."
Li Ming walked over and placed a gentle hand on his dad's shoulder. "You don't need to say anything. I just wanted you to know... and I wanted you to meet him."
Mr. Li looked at his son for a long moment, then at Wang Yang—seeing not just the boy, but the echo of a love he once lost. His expression softened.
"I suppose fate works in strange ways," he muttered. "But... thank you for telling me."
Then Grandma spoke, her voice warm but firm. "We made mistakes with your father's love. Forced him into things he didn't choose. We won't do that to you, Ming'er."
Grandpa nodded. "Love who you love. We'll support you both."
Li Ming's eyes welled up slightly, but he blinked the tears away and smiled. Wang Yang squeezed his hand.
Later that evening, the four sat together over tea, sharing stories, laughter, and memories.
For the first time, Wang Yang saw the soft side of Li Ming's world—one filled with unspoken pain, yes, but also healing.
And just like that, two broken legacies began to mend through the love of the next generation.