Extra: Peanut Couple Bits & Pieces 04: This was a long‑planned kidnapping
In the spring, the two little ones suddenly clamored to go to the amusement park again.
This time, their destination was D‑land.
As the most popular attraction in Jianghu, D‑land was packed with visitors every day.
Although Sheng Shaoyou had no interest in amusement parks, he couldn’t resist the pitiful gazes of the two little ones.
Helpless, he finally nodded and gave in:
“Fine, but you two have to behave.”
The little ones immediately cheered like they’d accomplished something amazing, stretching out their tiny hands to high‑five happily.
Even Sheng Shaoyou was infected by their cheerful atmosphere.
He nudged Hua Yong with his elbow, smiling:
“I’ve been really busy lately — why don’t Secretary Hua arrange it?”
Hua Yong immediately set down his tablet, looked up from his work, and solemnly smiled:
“As you command.”
Three days later — Saturday.
Standing at the entrance of the world‑famous theme park, holding Little Peanut’s hand, Sheng Shaoyou felt he had never been so speechless in his life.
If he’d known Hua Yong’s “arrangements” would turn out like this, he would never have bothered that little madman.
“Mr. Sheng, Mr. Hua,”
a park staff member in a cute orange suspender outfit greeted them warmly,
“Welcome! Ours is one of the world’s most famous magical animation theme parks, with six themed areas and forty‑two attractions, capable of hosting 85,000 guests at once.”
“According to Mr. Hua’s instructions, we’ve specially cleared the park for your party today. The entire park is closed to the public and reserved only for your family — but all 12,000 staff are still on duty to serve you. Additionally, since children tend to enjoy a lively atmosphere, and per Mr. Hua’s request, we’ve hired 10,000 extras to act as tourists to give you the most enjoyable experience.”
“Daddy,”
Little Peanut peeked his head out from behind Sheng Shaoyou and curiously asked:
“What are extras?”
Sheng Shaoyou sighed and answered:
“They’re a kind of actor.”
Then he turned and glared at Hua Yong — who was standing there looking utterly innocent.
Hua Yong’s reasoning was impeccable:
he claimed everything was for security reasons.
Faced with this ostentatious yet still unimaginably rich X Holdings boss, Sheng Shaoyou couldn’t even argue —
because not long ago, they really had been kidnapped.
It started on Qixi Festival — the traditional lovers’ day.
That year, Qixi happened to fall on a Saturday.
Early that morning, Shen Wenlang had asked Hua Yong and Sheng Shaoyou to help him coax Gaotu out for dinner with the kids.
Lately, in his desperate efforts to create a romantic atmosphere, Shen Wenlang — usually so self‑centered — had exhausted all his tricks.
After all, in the past, all his flawless social arrangements had been planned by Gaotu himself.
But now that he had to arrange things behind Gaotu’s back… well, he was clearly out of his depth.
Hua Yong agreed without hesitation.
Although he didn’t really want to share dinner with this third wheel, it was still more fun than staying home watching cartoons with Little Peanut.
Shen Wenlang’s romantic path had been bumpy.
Even though they already had a child, his pursuit of Secretary Gao remained unresolved.
According to unofficial gossip, as of this Qixi, Shen Wenlang had proposed to Gaotu seven times — and been rejected all seven — but he never gave up.
Perhaps moved by his dogged determination, Sheng Shaoyou finally agreed to join the dinner after a moment of hesitation.
On Saturday during the day, Shen Wenlang and Sheng Shaoyou attended a business event together.
They agreed to meet their partners directly at the restaurant afterward.
Around six o’clock, Hua Yong and Gaotu set out from home with the two kids.
On a whim, Hua Yong decided to drive himself.
Gaotu sat in the passenger seat, while the two children excitedly discussed cartoons from their car seats in the back.
The restaurant was in a historic villa, located at the intersection of two narrow one‑way streets.
Just as Hua Yong’s car reached the corner, they were rear‑ended.
The loud crash startled the two happy kids into silence.
They turned wide‑eyed to look out the rear window.
A short, stocky man got out of the gray car behind them, looking nervous as he tapped on Hua Yong’s window:
“I’m so sorry, sir.”
Hua Yong rolled the window down slightly, lifted his face, and said coolly through the gap:
“It’s fine.”
The man froze when he saw him, clearly stunned by his beauty.
After a pause, he said:
“Why don’t you step out so we can exchange information?”
Hua Yong glanced suspiciously at him, his bright features and pale face reminiscent of a water lily shrouded in morning mist.
“No need. You can go.”
But the man didn’t leave.
Instead, he reached for the driver’s door — which Hua Yong had locked tight.
“Kids, look,”
Hua Yong turned to the backseat to give a safety lesson:
“Never open the door for strangers — even a window can be dangerous if lowered too much—”
“Hua Yong!”
Gaotu’s sharp voice cut him off.
Startled, Hua Yong turned to see that Gaotu’s face was ashen.
“Look behind you!”
He turned his head — and saw a Beretta 92F pressed to the window.
The once‑nervous driver’s face had twisted into a snarl.
“Be good! Open the door!” he barked.
But Hua Yong ignored him, calmly turning back to the kids.
“Sometimes, not opening the door isn’t enough — so you need to know a few tricks.”
With that, he suddenly wrenched the wheel hard, knocking the gunman off his feet and sending him tumbling several meters.
“Daddy!”
Lele craned his neck and whispered:
“Is he dead?”
“Shh! Don’t talk!”
Little Peanut clapped a hand over his mouth:
“You’ll distract the adults!”
Lele quickly nodded, holding up a finger in a “quiet” gesture.
The two little ones watched wide‑eyed as Hua Yong floored the gas and rammed straight into a stationary Iveco van ahead of them.
“Uncle Hua is crazy,”
Lele murmured.
“Shen Wenlang is crazier!”
Little Peanut retorted.
“Mm. My father has always been a little crazy,”
Lele agreed, then added:
“Once, when Daddy didn’t feed him at night, he begged and cried, saying he’d never dare again.”
Remembering Shen Wenlang’s pitiful plea — “It smells so good. Baby, forgive me. Just a little, okay?” —
Lele commented sincerely:
“Father really loves to eat.”
“Lele!”
Even in this tense moment, Gaotu blushed and scolded him:
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
Lele wanted to argue that he wasn’t lying — he had plenty of evidence of Shen Wenlang’s “appetite” — but now wasn’t the time.
The Iveco’s taillights shattered, glass scattering.
Two burly men jumped down, each holding a machine gun, and sprayed bullets across Hua Yong’s hood.
The bulletproof black S600 Pullman Guard shuddered violently as spent shells clattered like gossiping aunties’ melon seed husks.
“Get out!”
the two Alphas in sunglasses shouted.
“If you don’t want to die, get out!”
Gaotu, pale as a sheet, reached for the door:
“I’ll go. You take the kids and run.”
“Wait,”
Hua Yong stopped him, face dark, voice low:
“Sit back down.”
He slowly opened the door, stepped out leisurely, leaned against the car, and smiled faintly:
“May I ask what you want with me?”
This Omega — married to one of the city’s youngest, richest Alphas — looked utterly harmless.
His beauty was just as legendary as they’d heard:
a snowy, almost translucent face, gem‑bright eyes, delicate veins showing faintly on the back of his hand.
“You’ve frightened the children.”
His voice was soft, lips flushed as though from fright — yet his gaze was sharp and faintly menacing.
“Sorry,”
one of the men sneered.
“Pretty thing — be good and come with us, or we’ll blow you away.”
Hua Yong’s lips stayed pressed together, but his eyes narrowed, and a faint, mocking smile curled at the corners.
“Oh? And what if I refuse?”
When the call came through, Shen Wenlang and Sheng Shaoyou were sitting face‑to‑face in a private dining room.
This renowned kaiseki restaurant was known for fresh ingredients and innovative dishes, so reservations were hard to get.
The atmosphere was awkward, the two former rivals silent, each staring at their phones.
Every place setting had a pearlescent heart cutout and a menu listing sixteen courses, including two soups and three desserts.
Time crawled.
At 6:47 — nearly 20 minutes late — Sheng Shaoyou frowned. Hua Yong had never been late before. Something was wrong.
When Shen Wenlang answered the phone, he instinctively asked:
“Where are you? Heavy traffic?”
The reply on the other end left him silent for a long time.
Sheng Shaoyou looked up, puzzled, as Shen Wenlang’s expression darkened.
“I have good news and bad news,” he said.
“Which do you want first?”
Sheng Shaoyou’s left eyelid suddenly twitched.
“Bad news.”
“Bad news is — our kids and partners have been kidnapped.”
In an instant, Sheng Shaoyou’s face went cold.
“And the good news?”
Shen Wenlang sighed.
“Good news is — Hua Yong was one of the partners kidnapped.”