Chapter 20: Break This Green Tea Bitch’s Heart!

It was as if he’d crawled out of hell itself—his eyes locked onto her, each word grinding out between clenched teeth, his crimson gaze burning with a fury so thick it could choke.

Gu Xia collapsed instantly.

Her body trembled like a leaf caught in an autumn gale, wracked by violent shivers.

“Sijue… I’m sorry—I really know I’m wrong. I didn’t have a child… so sometimes, when I was disciplining Yinyin, I got carried away. Sijue, I swear—I didn’t mean to!”

Even now, this woman still tried to twist the truth, spinning excuses like threads on a broken loom.

Huo Sijue’s pupils narrowed sharply. Something flickered in his mind—something raw and bloody, replaying just moments before him.

Both women had fought for children. One had stabbed herself with glass to protect him. The other? A coward, lying through her teeth to avoid blame.

His eyes burned hotter. He stared at the woman who’d been by his side for five long years—and all he saw now was disappointment, black and seething, flooding from his soul. Without a word, he snatched the cup on the table and hurled it across the room.

“No child means you can treat him like that? Get out. From this moment on, don’t you dare show your face near the boy. And don’t you ever come back to Qianshui Bay.”

Qianshui Bay—the villa estate where they lived.

Gu Xia froze, struck dumb.

Not allowed near the child. Not allowed to stay in Qianshui Bay…

That wasn’t just distance. That was final. A clean break. Banishment.

She was stunned. She didn’t even feel the water cup splinter against her shoulder. Her body moved on instinct—crawling toward the door like a madwoman.

“No… no! Sijue, please! Don’t send me away! I love you! Don’t you remember what you said when you brought me home? Sijue!!”

Silence.

For a long, endless stretch of night, the sound of her screams and sobs echoed through the ship’s halls.

Wen Xuxu slept deeply, exhausted beyond words, her body bruised and aching. She didn’t stir until the first golden rays of dawn crept through the porthole, painting her cabin in warm light.

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

“You’re awake?”

A surprise. Someone was beside her when she woke.

Wen Xuxu turned her head with effort, blinking at the source of the voice.

“Lin Assistant?”

“That’s right. It’s me. Long time no see. To be remembered by you after all these years—it’s truly an honor.”

A young man stood there, crisp in a plaid shirt, glasses perched on his neat, pale face. Only one person fit that description: Lin, the assistant to Huo Sijue.

Wen Xuxu recognized him instantly.

How could she forget?

When she’d married into the Huo family, her husband vanished overseas the very next day and never returned. It was this man—always shuttling between the company and the mansion—who’d kept her company during those lonely days.

She remembered clearly—every time he came, she’d stare at him with desperate hope, praying he’d bring news of the man she loved.

She gave a faint, bitter smile. “You’re too kind. Back then, you were a great help. But how did you end up here?”

“I stayed behind to check on your IV drip while you were unconscious. How do you feel? Any better?”

Lin handed her a warm cup of water with gentle care.

Wen Xuxu took it, suddenly flustered. “Oh… so that’s why. Thank you. I’m fine now. But—what about Yinyin? Is he okay? Did the president go to confront that woman last night? He…?”

She snapped back to it.

Lin quickly reassured her. “Don’t worry, Madam. The little master is now under the president’s protection. Gu Miss won’t be able to get near him again. You can rest easy.”

He seemed to expect the question. He told her everything that had happened while she’d been unconscious.

Relief washed over Wen Xuxu.

So she’d won. That bastard wasn’t completely blind—he’d gone back and investigated that bitch. Good. She could finally breathe.

“I want to see Yinyin,” she said. “Where is he?”

“Ah?” Lin hesitated, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. “You want to see the little master? But your wounds aren’t healed yet. You should rest.”

“It’s nothing serious,” she said dismissively.

True enough—she hadn’t suffered anything life-threatening. Last night, that stab? A calculated act. As a doctor, she knew exactly how far to push without going too far.

But Lin still blocked her, refusing to let her stand.

“Madam, I’m sorry—but the president made it clear. He doesn’t want you to see the little master. He said… the boy’s mother died five years ago. He won’t let him suffer again.”

Silence.

The words hit Wen Xuxu like a spell.

She sat frozen, her breath caught in her throat.

No movement. No sound.

Just the weight of a truth too heavy to carry.