Chapter 3: They Show Up

“You really didn’t do anything? Don’t lie to me. Last time you taught the teachers how to crash the kindergarten’s computers so everyone got a holiday. You’re telling me you didn’t cause trouble this time?”

“Uh…”

How could Mommy always assume her brilliant, cool, unstoppable little genius was up to something? It wasn’t *her* fault—those clueless teachers were the ones chasing after her!

“Mommy, I swear, nothing happened. I just showed them a game. Come on, Mommy, Momo’s hungry. Can we go home now?”

“…”

There was no arguing. In the end, Wen Xuxu had no choice but to take the little rascal away.

Back at home, she dove straight into the kitchen to cook dinner for the three of them.

But before she even finished heating the rice, the hospital called.

“Dr. Nancy, the hospital has agreed to transfer the patient to your care. Would it be convenient for you to come in right now?”

“Now?”

“Yes. The family members have arrived. They heard the decision and want to speak with you immediately.”

The nurse on the line sounded exasperated.

Patients like this one? Honestly, they were a nightmare. Rich people always acted like the whole world revolved around them—demanding obedience, treating everything as their personal domain.

Wen Xuxu finally nodded. “Alright. I’ll be there soon.”

“Momo,” she said, turning to the boy, “Mommy has to go back to the hospital for a bit. Can you stay home and eat with your sister?”

“Of course!” Momo waved his hand like a seasoned adult. “Don’t worry, Mommy. I’ll take good care of her.”

Indeed, with Momo around, Wen Xuxu didn’t need to stress at all.

So she left again.

But what she didn’t know was that the moment she stepped out the door, the little “adult” in the house slipped quietly into her study.

“Brother, what are you doing? Mommy said it’s time to eat!”

“Shh! I need to check the principal’s computer. Today, they pulled up a photo that looks *exactly* like me—said it’s a new kid transferring in. I’ve gotta find out who this guy is!”

Little genius that he was, Momo climbed onto Mommy’s desk chair, and within minutes, he’d hacked into the kindergarten principal’s system.

He found the new student’s file.

“Whoa… Brother, is this *you*?!”

The moment the file popped up, Ruoruo, standing beside him, gasped, her mouth hanging open in shock.

Momo frowned. “No, it’s not me. His name’s Huo Yin. Look.”

He pointed with his tiny finger at the name on the screen, clearly annoyed.

Ruoruo’s eyes widened even further.

“Huo Yin? Right… Not you. But why does he look *so* much like you? Is he also Mommy’s baby?”

“…”

A sudden image flashed through Momo’s mind—the way Mommy sometimes secretly opened that small wooden box, staring at a set of brand-new baby clothes never worn, tears silently slipping down her cheeks.

That was enough.

He decided—he needed to meet this kid in person.

Hilton Hotel, huh?

The address from the file was burned into his memory.

Thirty minutes later: Clearwell Hospital.

“Dr. Nancy, you’re here!”

“Yeah. Where are the family members?”

“In the院长’s office. Dr. Nancy, I’m warning you—this family’s got a temper. Be careful.”

The nurse offered a quick, concerned glance.

Wen Xuxu smiled faintly, slipped into her white coat, adjusted her mask, then walked toward the office.

“Director, I’m Nancy.”

“Ah, Nancy! Come in. This is the family. Hurry over and meet them.”

The director’s office was bright, almost blinding under the overhead lights. An elderly man sat across from the visitor, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried desperately to keep the peace.

Unfortunately, the visitor wasn’t interested in diplomacy.

Just as Wen Xuxu stepped inside, the woman turned sharply, rising instantly—like she’d been waiting for a lifeline.

Wen Xuxu froze.

She stared at the man opening the door—then her gaze snapped to the other figure in the room.

And when she saw her face…

Her breath caught.

Her pupils dilated.

For a split second, disbelief flooded her expression—raw, unfiltered, impossible.

“Director,” the woman said coldly, voice sharp as glass, “is this the Chinese doctor you told me was so *exceptional*? *This* one?”

The woman stood, turning slowly.

Tall. Elegant. A cascade of chestnut waves framing a face sculpted by confidence and power. She wore the latest haute couture from a top fashion house—every stitch screaming authority, dominance, ownership.

Gu Xia.

No one expected it.

Five years after disappearing from her life, the first old face Wen Xuxu would see again was *hers*.

So… the patient she was supposed to treat… was her?

Wen Xuxu’s dark eyes—barely visible beneath the mask—grew colder, sharper, like frost spreading across glass.

In an instant, warmth vanished.

Once, yes—she and Huo Sijue had been bound by arranged marriage. Her family and his had long been close. When Wen Xuxu was born, both families, seeing a girl, had jokingly promised her to five-year-old Huo Sijue. A childhood betrothal.

At first, Wen Xuxu hadn’t taken it seriously. Just another grown-up joke.

But deep down—she’d always loved him.

Then came the night everything shattered.

Her family destroyed overnight. And while others turned away, Huo Sijue’s grandfather—instead of rejecting her—stepped forward, offering marriage. A chance to rebuild. A safe, quiet life.

That’s when she finally gave in.

But she never imagined… that marrying into the Huo family with fire in her heart would lead to such a cruel ending.

“Director,” Wen Xuxu said, voice icy, flat.

“I made a mistake.”

“What?”

“The patient’s illness… I can’t treat her. Find someone else.”

Without another word, she turned—and walked out.