Shen Ye remained silent, not uttering a word.

He knew that if he told the driver now that he was Lin Yanhuan and asked the driver what homosexuality had done to be so looked down upon, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

The driver glanced at Shen Ye through the rearview mirror and continued, "Young man, never follow Lin Yanhuan's example. Instead of learning good things, you become a mistress. I really don't know what kind of people his parents are, that they can tolerate their son destroying other people's marriages."

Hearing this, Shen Ye could no longer hold back. "I am Lin Yanhuan from the LED screen. What right do you have to say that I seduced Jiang Chen just because I'm a third party? Third parties have dignity too. Sometimes things aren't the fault of the third party at all. You don't even know the reason behind things and you blame everything on me. Yes, I'm gay, I'm sick, I'm not normal, but that's my business, and it's none of your place to judge me. Did I eat your rice or drink your water? Why are you so prejudiced against homosexuals!"

After Shen Ye finished speaking, he immediately told the driver to stop the car and got out. He never wanted to ride in this kind of car again; it reeked of discriminatory stares everywhere.

The place where Shen Ye got off the car wasn't far from Jingyuan, so he walked back. When he got home, Chen Xingshen was leaning against the wall smoking. When he saw Shen Ye return, he took a puff of his cigarette and asked, "Why did you come back alone?"

"Jiang Chen had something to attend to, so..."

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Come on, I'll take you to eat." After saying that, she didn't wait for Shen Ye to agree or not, and pulled him downstairs.

A small cake and a table full of favorite dishes—that was Shen Ye's birthday, but also her happiest birthday.

He never imagined that someone would treat him with the same kindness as before.

That night, Shen Ye drank a lot of alcohol, so much so that he had a stomach hemorrhage and was hospitalized.

Chen Xingshen arranged for him to be admitted to the hospital. Perhaps because he was drunk, he slept soundly through the night and slept until the next day.

Shenye was awakened by the urge to urinate; there was no one in the ward.

He jumped out of bed, pulled out the IV needle, and wanted to see if Chen Xingshen was in the corridor, but he heard the nurses huddled together talking.

"Someone is threatening to jump from the top floor of the West Wing inpatient ward. I heard it's the grandmother of CEO Sheng Ling."

"It's pitiful that she's so old; she was so upset by her grandson that she ended up in the hospital."

Hearing this, curiosity drove Shen Ye to walk to the top floor of the West Wing inpatient department.

There were many people here, a huge crowd downstairs and a group gathered on the roof. Assistant Yang and his bodyguards kept the onlookers aside.

Jiang Chen stood on the rooftop, while Old Mrs. Jiang sat on the edge, in danger of falling at any moment.

The building isn't particularly tall, but it's not exactly low either; it's about twelve stories high, so falling from it would be certain death.

Assistant Yang saw Shen Ye standing in the crowd in a hospital gown, shaking his head at him as if to tell him not to come closer.

Shen Ye had no intention of getting close; he just wanted to squeeze into the crowd to watch the excitement and hear why Old Mrs. Jiang wanted to jump off the building.

“If you don’t remarry Wei Han, I’ll jump off this building.”

"You know perfectly well that I don't love her, that I have no feelings for her, Grandma, why do you always pressure me? Didn't you say that I can decide my own feelings?"

"If you were with some model or celebrity, I could turn a blind eye, but you insist on being with a man, that's unacceptable!" Old Mrs. Jiang looked heartbroken, it seemed that Jiang Chen wouldn't come down today unless he agreed to remarry.