After a period of recovery at the hospital,
With Gu Liang's health stabilized and little Ai Nian's vitals meeting every benchmark, They were finally allowed to go home.
But not to the cold, sterile penthouse that once felt like a shared office— They returned to a quiet, sunlit house in a peaceful neighborhood, A place Emma had secretly prepared during her pregnancy.
It had a small garden, Fresh air, Far from the noise of the city.
As the car rolled into the driveway, Gu Liang stared at the warm, lived-in house before him— Surprise flickering in his eyes.
Emma watched him nervously, Her voice soft.
"The old place… wasn't right for a child. This one's quieter. I just… arranged a few things. If you don't like it, we can change it."
She said it lightly, But Gu Liang knew— It had taken immense thought and care.
When they opened the door, Warm light spilled out.
Soft mats lined the entryway, A bench for changing shoes. The living room was spacious, Carpeted with plush rugs, Furniture corners padded for safety.
Gone were the cold blacks and greys— Replaced by creams, soft grays, and natural wood tones. Cushions and blankets added comfort everywhere.
In one corner, A baby zone— Soft mats, baskets of toys, A cozy baby rocker bathed in sunlight from the window.
The air carried a gentle blend of scents— Emma's steady cedar, Gu Liang's warm white tea— Already infusing the space with the feeling of home.
"Upstairs… is our bedroom. And Nian Nian's room." Emma's voice held a trace of hope, And vulnerability.
"Want to see?"
Gu Liang nodded, Cradling the sleeping baby, And followed her upstairs.
The master bedroom was large, With a spacious terrace. Soft, inviting.
Next to it— The nursery.
Gu Liang paused at the door.
Sky blue and cloud white. Hand-painted animals on the walls. A crib with a starry mobile, A changing station, bottle warmer, sterilizer— Everything perfectly arranged.
By the window, A nursing chair.
Every detail spoke of love.
Emma stood behind him, Rubbing her nose awkwardly.
"I… looked at a lot of books and websites. Not sure if it's right. If you don't like it, we can change it."
Gu Liang didn't answer. He scanned the room, Then looked down at his son's peaceful face.
A wave of warmth Washed away the last remnants of his defenses.
He remembered the cold island wedding, The prison-like apartment, The days filled with resentment.
And now— This house, Filled with light, warmth, and love.
It felt like another life.
He turned, Faced the Alpha behind him.
Her eyes held no arrogance, Only quiet hope— And the fear of rejection.
Gu Liang's heart softened.
He stepped forward, And gently took her hand.
"It's beautiful," he said. His voice calm, Clear. "Thank you, Emma."
Emma's eyes widened. Joy exploded inside her like fireworks.
She gripped his hand tightly, Her voice trembling.
"You… you really like it? I'm so glad!"
Gu Liang smiled. A real, gentle smile.
Like sunlight breaking through after snow.
Emma knew— She had waited for this.
The thaw. The breakthrough.
That night, After feeding and settling Ai Nian into his crib, They lay side by side On the soft bed in the master bedroom.
No awkwardness. No resistance.
Just peace— Earned through storms.
Emma lay on her side, Bathed in moonlight, Watching Gu Liang's sleeping face, And the small bundle between them.
Her heart overflowed.
She reached out, Past the baby, And gently held Gu Liang's hand.
His fingers twitched— Then slowly, Closed around hers.
Fingers intertwined.
Warmth flowed between them, Unspoken.
Hatred had faded. Resentment settled.
What remained Was shared blood, A rebuilt home, And the dawn after a long night.
Emma knew— Their new chapter had begun.
The road ahead might still hold storms. But together, They could face anything.
Because love Is the strongest force in the world— Able to heal, Able to create miracles.
Moonlight flowed like water, Wrapping around the three sleeping figures, And the home Now filled with love
And hope.