Chapter 29: Daddy, You Have to Spoil Women!

It’s Huo Yin!

No one saw this coming—here he was, suddenly stepping into the scene at this exact moment.

Wen Xuxu’s fiery, sword-ready aura instantly melted away. She looked up at the boy, her face lighting up with surprise and delight.

“Yin Yin! What are you doing out here? Did we wake you?”

“You tell me.”

Huo Yin didn’t deny it. His cool little face was etched with unmistakable irritation—clearly annoyed by the interruption.

Wen Xuxu immediately forgot all about arguing with that damn man. She rushed to his side, fussing like a mother hen. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart! It’s so late—did we disturb you? Don’t worry, we’re not fighting anymore. Go back to bed now. You’re even bare-chested—what if you catch a cold? Hurry up!”

She chattered on and on, a classic mom in full protective mode.

But Huo Yin wasn’t having any of it.

He stood there on the upper floor, dark clouds gathering over his small face as he stared down at his father. “Dad,” he said flatly, “you told me yourself: ‘Never ignore illness.’ So why are you refusing to see the doctor when she’s already right here at your doorstep?”

“What?!”

Huo Sijue froze. He hadn’t expected this from his son—no warning, no mercy, just a direct hit.

“If you won’t see her,” the kid continued, voice icy, “don’t expect me to come near you ever again.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked off—leaving a stunned silence behind.

Wen Xuxu stood there, mouth agape.

Her son… wow, you’re *amazing*!

Huo Sijue, meanwhile, had gone from handsome to thunderous in seconds. His face was black as a charred wok. This kid never gave him an inch—not even the boardroom elders dared cross him. But this brat? He’d always been completely unimpressed by his father’s authority.

His knuckles cracked under the pressure of his clenched fists. His eyes locked onto Wen Xuxu, burning red—like he wanted to devour her alive.

“Fine, fine, fine,” he snapped. “You don’t want me to see her? I won’t. I’ll leave. Right now.”

Wen Xuxu winced at the look in his eyes. She didn’t want another fight. She grabbed her needle case and turned to go.

But then—surprise—the bastard actually relented.

“Wen Xuxu,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “I’m only letting you treat me because of our son. If anything goes wrong, I promise you—your uncle and everyone in your family will die with you.”

Wen Xuxu: ……

Did he have a mental disorder?

Was she *required* to heal him? And why did he keep threatening her family like this?

She stopped dead in her tracks. Coldly, she met his gaze. “Oh, really? Then if I *do* fix you, I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your mouth clean. No more talk of ‘dying’—I’d like my son to live a long, happy life.”

Huo Sijue: ……

Honestly? He had no idea the timid, silent woman he’d married years ago could be so sharp—so vicious.

Eventually, they reached a temporary truce.

Maybe it was distrust. Maybe it was unfamiliarity with traditional medicine. Either way, it was almost laughable how this man—who’d just moments ago been hostile as hell—now lay obediently on the sofa, following her instructions.

And as Wen Xuxu watched, something unexpected flickered across his face: tension. A subtle tightness around his jaw. Was he… afraid?

She pulled up a stool and sat behind his head, half-joking, half-sarcastic. “Mr. Huo, no need to panic. A tiny silver needle isn’t going to split your skull open.”

Huo Sijue: ……

He shot her a venomous glare—but in the end, he closed his eyes. Slowly, his body relaxed.

Wen Xuxu noticed. She reached into her needle case and pulled out her set of silver needles. One by one, she began gently inserting them into key acupoints on his scalp.

As for his condition—she’d known exactly what to do the moment she’d seen his medical file at Clear Hospital.

Insomnia. In Western medicine, it’s called sleep disorder. Treatment usually involves sedatives or therapy. But those come with a major flaw: dependency. Once hooked, patients can’t sleep without them—and worse, their insomnia worsens without treatment.

So when she first read his chart, her mind went straight to acupuncture. She’d use the needles to temporarily block the points responsible for constant mental hyperactivity. No side effects. Just a reset.

Then, paired with herbal medicine, she’d gradually restore balance throughout his body—his meridians, his organs, his entire system. Once that happened, normal sleep would return naturally.

“Mmm…”

The moment the first needle pierced skin, Wen Xuxu heard a soft groan escape his nose.

She glanced at him. “How do you feel? Did you feel a sudden pain in your ears? Did your vision blur for a second?”

His hands, resting loosely at his sides, curled slightly.

She waited. No answer.

She picked up the second needle. “Relax. This is normal. The discomfort will pass. Soon, you’ll start feeling better.”

Setting aside personal grudges, she was truly a skilled doctor.

And lying beneath her, Huo Sijue felt a sharp, stinging pain across his forehead—then, suddenly, something shifted.

Like a dam breaking, the endless ache in his skull was finally silenced.

A wave of relief washed over him—so intense, so profound—that his eyelids grew heavy. For the first time in months, he couldn’t hold them open.