Chapter 1 Your Love Is Truly Amazing!

“Huo Sijue’s coming back?”

Wen Xuxu, her belly swollen with eight months of pregnancy, was folding tiny new clothes in the nursery when she suddenly overheard the household staff whispering.

He was really coming back?

Was it because she was about to give birth?

A surge of wild joy shot through her chest, so intense that her hands trembled slightly.

Huo Sijue was the father of her child.

But since their wedding, they’d only met once—on their wedding night. After that, he vanished without a trace. Not a single word. Not a single glance.

"Baby," she whispered, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes as she gently stroked her towering belly, "Mommy knows Daddy doesn’t like me… but it’s okay. As long as he can just come and see you take your first breath in this world, Mommy will be happy."

Two days later, true to the rumors, the missing heir of the Huo family returned—after eight long months of absence.

Wen Xuxu heard the news and bolted downstairs, clutching her enormous belly like a lifeline.

But then, her face went deathly pale.

At the foot of the stairs, beneath her gaze, stood the man she’d dreamed of for months—her husband, her child’s father.

And beside him… another woman.

“What is this, Huo Sijue?! I called you back to be with me during childbirth! What kind of game are you playing bringing *her* here?!”

“What do you think?” His voice was ice. “I told you from the start—this marriage means nothing to me. The woman I’m marrying is Gu Xia. She’s right here, standing by my side.”

Huo Sijue stood tall in a sleek black windbreaker, his face sculpted like a statue carved by gods—sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes that held no warmth, only cold calculation. He stared at her like she was an inconvenience, a mistake. The air around him seemed to freeze.

Huo Senior, hearing this, exploded.

“You ungrateful son! Do you have any idea how far along Xiao Xi is? She’s due any day now! And you’re saying this to her?!”

“And why shouldn’t I?” His voice sharpened. “If it weren’t for you drugging me on our wedding night, none of this would’ve happened. Let me tell you—this child wasn’t meant to be born.”

Silence.

Wen Xuxu stood frozen at the top of the stairs, her heart suddenly pierced as if by a blade. A searing, soul-crushing pain tore through her chest. Her vision blurred. Darkness swallowed her ears. She couldn’t hear anything anymore.

He said… her baby didn’t deserve to live?

Her legs gave way.

“Miss! Miss, you’re bleeding! Oh God—she’s bleeding!”

“What?!”

The entire Huo mansion erupted into chaos.

Downstairs, the father and son locked in their standoff snapped their heads up toward the sound.

There she was—pregnant, swaying on the staircase, blood pooling beneath her dress in thick, crimson waves.

Huo Sijue’s expression flickered—just slightly.

“Your love,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “is truly magnificent. You built your happiness on the bones of your own child. Tell me… will you sleep soundly for the rest of your life?”

It was the first time she’d spoken to him since their wedding.

Huo Sijue froze.

Before he could say a word, she collapsed—hard, blood spraying across the marble floor.

“Get her to the hospital—now! Hurry!”

Minutes later, Wen Xuxu, unconscious and fading fast, was rushed to the hospital in a blur of sirens and urgency.

“Sijue, don’t dwell on it,” Gu Xia tried to soothe, her voice soft. “This has nothing to do with you. It’s the past—the old ways. Arranged marriages, mind games… that woman cursed you. But you’re better than that, Sijue…”

She hadn’t even finished.

The man who had never raised his voice to her before turned on her with a sudden, terrifying glare.

“Shut up. This is not your business. When did you ever get the right to speak in the Huo family?”

His words cut like glass. His eyes—once calm—now burned with something dark and dangerous.

Gu Xia flinched. She shut her mouth instantly.

You bitch. You better not come back. Die in the delivery room. Both of you. That’d be perfect…

One hour later, in the sterile silence of the hospital.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Huo,” the obstetrician said, stepping out of the operating room, holding a small bundle wrapped in a blanket. “The mother suffered massive hemorrhage. We couldn’t save her. But we managed to bring one of the three babies back. We did everything we could.”

The doctor looked at the waiting family—Huo Senior, pale and shaking, his hands gripping the railing.

Dead?

Three grandsons. One daughter-in-law. Only one left?

Huo Senior staggered backward, clutching his chest—then collapsed to the floor.

“Sir! Sir!”

Inside the car, Huo Sijue sat in silence, already halfway to his private apartment in the city with Gu Xia beside him.

Then the call came.

His hand tightened on the steering wheel.

“Dead?”

“Yes,” the assistant replied. “She was weak to begin with. Massive bleeding after delivery—couldn’t be saved. But we pulled one baby out. A boy. Your father took him.”

He paused. Then added, “I sent you a photo. On the bed… three bodies under white sheets. Big one, two little ones.”

Huo Sijue’s breath caught.

His foot slammed down on the brake.

The car screeched to a halt—right in the middle of the road.

His pupils contracted—tiny, sharp points of shock.

The world stopped.