Chapter 4: Caught!

院长: "..."

When顾夏 heard those words, her eyes flashed with fury. Without hesitation, she shouted after the doctor from behind, "What did you just say? Say it again!"

Her voice was laced with threat—and warning.

But Wen Xuxu didn’t even glance back.

She didn’t so much as lift her eyelids. Instead, she turned on her heel and strode away with cold, deliberate steps.

*Pathetic. Not worth my breath.*

"What kind of attitude is that? Is she insane? Does she want to quit?"

"No, no, Mrs. Ho—please calm down. There must be some misunderstanding. I’ll go explain right now. I’ll make sure Dr. Nancy treats Mr. Ho tomorrow. You can rest easy!"

The dean was frantic, hopping from foot to foot, trying to soothe the woman while rushing out to catch up with Wen Xuxu.

*Mrs. Ho? Treating Mr. Ho?*

Ha. What a joke. After five years… haven’t those two scumbags already died? Shouldn’t they have been buried in hell by now?

Wen Xuxu walked faster.

But she didn’t notice herself trembling as she moved—her fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned white. Only when she lunged into her car, slammed the door shut, and collapsed face-first onto the steering wheel did she finally let out a shuddering breath, her eyes squeezed shut, burning red with unshed tears.

Five years.

Exactly five years.

She’d thought she’d forgotten. But seeing *her* again—it was like ripping open an old wound. The hatred surged through her veins, hot and sharp, making her want to stab this woman right there on the spot.

Ho Sijue. Who the hell do you think you are, asking me to save you?

A man who’d stepped over children’s corpses to climb higher? I’d save a stray dog before I’d touch you.

After a long moment in the car, breathing slowly, Wen Xuxu finally regained her composure. She drove home.

Inside, the kids were already asleep.

Mobo had been perfect—fed his little sister, bathed her, tucked her in. Now he lay curled around her in the kids’ room, both fast asleep, their breaths soft and even, dreaming sweet dreams.

"Mommy... you’re back?"
He murmured it in his sleep.

Wen Xuxu leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Yes, Mommy’s back. Good boy. Go back to sleep."

He shifted slightly, then sank deeper into slumber.

A small smile tugged at her lips. She pulled the blanket tighter over them, watching their peaceful faces for a long moment. Then, quietly, she rose and headed toward the study.

"Zhong Wan? Are you asleep?"

"Not yet. What’s up?"

"Can you do me a favor? Head to the hospital tomorrow morning..."

As she spoke, Wen Xuxu quickly booked three tickets to Japan online, then dialed her friend.

—

At the top floor of the Hilton Hotel downtown, Ho Sijue sat rigidly on the sofa, his long legs crossed, staring coldly at the woman who’d just returned from outside—sniffling, tear-streaked, trembling with frustration.

His crisp white shirt was ironed to perfection, the collar stiff, a black-patterned tie snug around his neck. He exuded an aura of icy elegance—untouchable, commanding.

Five years later, he hadn’t aged a day. If anything, he looked more dangerous. More refined. More lethal.

"Miss Gu," said Lin Ziyang, the CEO’s assistant, stepping in beside him. He’d watched the woman cry for minutes without stopping. “You’re saying Clarity Hospital didn’t assign us a proper doctor? That it’s not the renowned institution we’ve heard about? That it’s actually… not a real hospital?”

He used “Miss Gu”—not “Mrs. Ho.”

“Exactly!” Gu Xia snapped, wiping her eyes. “Their attitude was terrible! A low-ranking doctor—just a simple nurse, really—I asked one question, and she started yelling at me! Said she never intended to treat Sir Sijue!”

She exaggerated every word, twisting the truth like a knife.

And instantly, Ho Sijue’s expression darkened.

"Who is she?"

"Dr. Nancy," Gu Xia blurted out eagerly. "I heard the director call her that. She’s the only one at the hospital who practices traditional Chinese medicine."

Her eyes gleamed with venom—she wanted nothing more than to drag Wen Xuxu before this man and watch him destroy her.

*Nancy?*

Ho Sijue’s face hardened.

He suffered from severe insomnia—years of sleepless nights, relying on medication just to close his eyes. But the drug came with brutal side effects: rage, migraines so intense they felt like his skull would split open. Moments where he wanted to kill someone—anyone.

That was why he’d come here.

And now, a mere doctor dared to say she wouldn’t treat him?

His bloodshot eyes narrowed. Cold, deadly intent flickered beneath the surface.

"Lin Ziyang. Find out everything about this 'Nancy.' Who is she? Where does she come from?"

"Yes, sir."

"And get Ferello here—now. I want him in my office within ten minutes."

"..."

Ferello—the head of Clarity Hospital.

Lin Ziyang flinched but scrambled to obey. Meanwhile, Gu Xia watched the scene unfold, her lips curling into a satisfied, wicked grin.

A nobody doctor? Daring to defy her?

She’d show her what happened when you crossed *her*.

—

That night, Wen Xuxu couldn’t sleep well. Something heavy sat in her chest, something she couldn’t name.

Even though she tossed and turned, she didn’t notice her phone—silenced and ignored—lighting up repeatedly in the dark.

It wasn’t until the alarm rang the next morning that she finally stirred.

She reached for her phone.

Seven missed calls.

Her eyes snapped wide open.

Sleep vanished.