Chapter 6: The Ex-Wife Who Came Back from the Dead

At the luggage carousel, Xiao Mo caught sight of his mom’s familiar figure and immediately tugged his little sister over. “Mommy! What’s wrong? What happened?”

“What… what?”

The rage that had been boiling in Wen Xuxu’s chest finally cracked under the soft, innocent voice of her child. Her scattered thoughts slowly came back into focus. She looked down at her two kids standing beside her—her world, her reason to fight.

Right. She’d almost forgotten. She had these two precious lives depending on her.

It didn’t matter if she got caught. But *they*—her babies—must never fall into the hands of that monster. If he found out about them, she’d lose everything. Forever.

Wen Xuxu snapped fully awake. She dropped to one knee in front of her son, gripping his small arms tightly.

“Mo Mo,” she said, voice low but steady, “I’m so sorry. Mommy has something urgent right now. I might not be able to take you to Japan after all. I’ll call Aunt Zhong right away—she’ll come pick you up, okay?”

Xiao Mo: …

He was stunned by the sudden change, but seeing the panic in his mother’s eyes, the guilt glistening behind her lashes—he swallowed hard and nodded bravely.

“Okay, Mommy. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Little Ruo. I’ll go with Aunt Zhong without a word.”

“That’s my good boy.” A lump rose in her throat. She pulled him into a fierce hug, burying her face in his hair. “You’re such a strong kid. I’m counting on you.”

Beside her, little Ruoruo pouted. “Mommy! Mommy! Why are you hugging only Brother? What about me? I’m here too!”

“Ohhh, right! My little Ruoruo!” Wen Xuxu laughed through tears, pulling her daughter into the embrace too. The three of them clung together for a heartbeat—fierce, fragile, real.

Then she stood, took both their hands, and led them toward the café at the far end of the terminal.

Ten minutes later, her phone rang again.

“Dr. Nancy? You’re here at work? The director’s waiting.”

“I’m on my way,” she replied, voice flat, emotionless.

She stepped out of the departure hall, slid into her car, and started the engine without another word.

Truth was, Wen Xuxu wasn’t afraid of meeting Lord Heo.

She owed him nothing. She hadn’t done anything wrong.

She avoided him only because she didn’t want to see him again—and more importantly, because she feared what would happen if he ever learned about her children. That they’d be taken from her. That she’d lose them forever.

But she never thought—after running so far, hiding so well—that this bastard would still find her.

Fine. Let him come.

Her drive to the hospital was silent. Calm. Her expression returned to its usual mask—cool, distant, unreadable. No flicker of fear. No trace of emotion.

In the director’s office, Heo Siju sat in a black leather recliner, idly spinning a hospital ID card between his fingers.

Nancy?

A nice name. Much more poetic than “Xuxu.”

Five years ago, the woman who’d faked her death right under his nose hadn’t just grown bold—she’d grown *refined*.

His gaze locked onto the photo on the badge. His pupils dilated, blood-red, like a predator about to devour its prey.

“L-Lin Assistant… is the boss… okay? Dr. Nancy has arrived…”

Ferrolo, the hospital director, trembled in the corner. The air in the room was thick with dread. He couldn’t help but whisper, voice shaking.

Lin: …

He didn’t know if he’d survive this.

But he remembered—when he’d heard the news that the woman and her child had died in surgery, his boss hadn’t just personally chosen three burial plots and buried them as husband and father.

For five long years, he’d never once mentioned the engagement to Miss Gu again.

So… would he live? Or would he be torn apart—alive—right here?

Lin shivered.

Silence. Thick, suffocating. They waited nearly forty minutes before the sharp click of high heels echoed down the hallway.

“Director? It’s me. Nancy.”

***“!!”***

The moment the words hit the air, the office exploded into motion. Ferrolo, usually slow and cautious, lunged forward and yanked open the door—faster than anyone had seen him move in decades.

Lin: …

And in the center of it all, Heo Siju sat frozen—his fingers clenched around the ID card. One second, it was whole. The next—cracked clean in two.

There she was.

Wen Xuxu stood in the doorway, her eyes sweeping across the room with icy calm.

And there he was—the man from five years ago.

Same sharp jawline. Same intense brows. Deep-set eyes, dark and stormy, now blazing red with fury—but still radiating that old, unshakable arrogance. That godlike presence.

Still devastatingly beautiful.

But to Wen Xuxu?

Irrelevant.

After all this time, he was still the same.

Just another ghost from a past she’d buried.

And she was no longer afraid.