Chapter 15 That was another little figure...

She was right, wasn’t she?

Back then, he’d brought that woman home, swearing to the old man in front of everyone—love her, marry her. Now he was dragging her back again? Didn’t he fear she’d ruin him all over once more?

But before she could finish the thought, the bastard stood up from his chair.

"Just you? Let me tell you, Wen Xuxu—you’re deluding yourself. In my eyes, you’re no different than dead. And if you hadn’t shown up today, bringing your corpse back would’ve been just as easy."

The devil in him glowed with a cold, crimson light in his pupils. Each word came out slow, sharp, devoid of humanity—like knives slicing through nerves.

Wen Xuxu’s fists clenched so hard her knuckles turned white. She closed her eyes. Finally, she said nothing.

Five years. What had she even been waiting for?

Waiting for him to speak like a human being? To say one decent thing?

Wen Xuxu was quickly taken away. Not long after, the boat pulled away from the dock and set sail.

So this was their transport back.

She didn’t care anymore. She knew there was no point fighting. After being locked in, she simply lay down on the narrow bed, fully dressed, and fell asleep within minutes.

"Little Master, this isn’t safe! You can’t do this!"

"Shut up! Move aside!"

She woke up to hunger gnawing at her stomach—and shouting outside.

Faintly, she heard a child’s voice.

A child?

Her eyes snapped open. For the first time in years, her mind was crystal clear.

Huo Yin?

Huo Sijue was on this boat. They were returning. So it made sense—Huo Yin was here too.

The thought hit her like lightning. Joy surged through her veins, hot and wild, as if blood were boiling beneath her skin. She leapt off the bed and rushed to the window.

Sure enough, two figures stood just outside.

One wore a black suit, broad-shouldered—obviously a bodyguard. The other stood beside him, small and short, wrapped in a thick khaki-blue coat, a black knit hat pulled low over his head. From a distance, he looked adorable—sharp, sweet, and utterly striking.

Who else but the Huo family’s little master?

Wen Xuxu stared at the tiny silhouette, tears welling instantly.

"Yin Yin? Yin Yin?"

"Who?"

Huo Yin, focused on flying a drone by the railing, suddenly heard his name called. He turned.

There it was—the same cool little face. But now, annoyed. Disturbed.

Wen Xuxu waved frantically inside the cabin. "Here! Yin Yin! Auntie’s here—look!"

She almost said *Mommy*.

Finally, he saw her.

But instead of joy, his expression remained blank. His eyes—so like his father’s—held not warmth, but icy indifference.

"Who are you?"

"Uh… Little Master, time’s up. We should go back. Otherwise, the CEO will punish us."

The bodyguard stepped in, blocking the boy’s path.

Wen Xuxu panicked. "Yin Yin! It’s me! We met—back at the hotel! Do you remember?"

She gestured wildly through the window, hoping he’d recognize her.

Thankfully, after a moment, something clicked.

"Oh. It’s you."

"Yes! Yes! Can you come over? Just let Auntie see you—just for a second!" Her voice trembled with excitement.

"Little Master, we need to go."

"Move."

Huo Yin shot the guard a cold glance, then stepped forward.

Wen Xuxu’s heart soared. At last—she had a chance to reach him. Last time, at the hotel, she hadn’t even gotten a single word in.

"Yin Yin…"

"Why are you locked up? You weren’t supposed to be treating Dad?"

He approached, still distant, his face as expressionless as stone—identical to Mo Bao’s, yet colder. He stared at her with detached calm, like she was a stranger.

Her chest tightened—something sharp pierced her soul.

It was her fault. If only she hadn’t left him with that man all those years ago, he wouldn’t have become this way. He’d be like his brother—bright, laughing, full of life.

Trembling, she reached her hand through the window, desperate to touch him.

"Yeah… I—I came to treat your dad."

"Treat him? Then why are you locked up? What’s he going to do to you?"

The kid was sharp—just like Mo Bao. One look at the lock on the door, and he already knew it wasn’t what she claimed.

Wen Xuxu felt her throat tighten. Tears burned behind her eyes.

"It’s okay, Yin Yin. Don’t worry. Auntie’s fine. Your dad won’t hurt me. And—uh—it’s late. Wind’s strong out here. Dangerous. Go back inside now."