Chapter 34: The Youngest Son Has Arrived Too!

“Yin Yin? You’re up already? Why aren’t you downstairs for breakfast? Aren’t you hungry? And—why aren’t you even wearing a jacket?”

……

No reply. The kid had appeared for just a moment, then turned and walked off without a word.

Where was he going, so early in the morning?

Wen Xuxu watched him go, then followed behind, curiosity pulling her forward. She soon realized that after the mother and son stepped out, they’d arrived at a massive sky garden. And there, the boy—without hesitation—headed straight for a children’s playground nestled deep within the greenery.

Tch. What a world of privilege.

Wen Xuxu set down the breakfast tray on a stone table in the garden, then made her way over to the playground.

“Yin Yin, how about we eat first before playing? You’ll get hungry otherwise.”

“I’m not eating!”

Huo Yin finally spoke—two words, sharp and impatient.

Wen Xuxu sighed inwardly. This kid really wasn’t easy to handle. Unlike his younger brother, who always ate quietly and obediently, this one was pure stubbornness.

She crouched beside him, thinking hard—then suddenly, an idea struck her.

“Yin Yin,” she said gently, “I bet you’re missing Dad, aren’t you? Here’s a deal: if you finish your breakfast, I promise I’ll take you to find him.”

“…You mean it?”

Instantly, the boy perked up.

That was exactly how it worked with kids on the spectrum—aloof, withdrawn, refusing contact with others. But beneath that quiet shell? A heart desperately clinging to one person. One anchor. One soul they couldn’t live without.

For a split second, Wen Xuxu felt a pang of envy toward that man—the father. That selfish, distant bastard.

Wait and see. One day, I’ll be the one he can’t live without.

In the end, Huo Yin actually finished every bite of the breakfast Wen Xuxu brought him. When Chen Ma came to collect the dishes, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

“Master Xiao, did… did you eat all of it?”

“That’s right. He ate it all. What’s the big deal?” Wen Xuxu replied, puzzled.

It was just a normal child’s portion. Why was Chen Ma acting like she’d seen a miracle?

She didn’t know—back when Huo Yin was younger, he barely ate anything at home. Not unless his father cooked for him.

Chen Ma stormed off, clutching the plates, muttering into her phone as she went:
“Miss Gu, you have no idea how powerful this woman is. Today, Master Xiao actually finished *everything* she cooked!”

“Really?” Gu Xia paused mid-snip, her pruning shears slicing through a branch with a crisp *snap*. The flower snapped clean off, leaving only a bare stem.

“Yes! I even lied to the master earlier, telling him the dumplings from yesterday were still warm—he only left because of that. Then I cooked something quick and easy, and of course, the boy refused to eat. I was just about to call you to come make something for him… but then *this doctor* shows up again.”

The maid spat the words like poison, clearly itching to kick Wen Xuxu out of the house immediately.

Gu Xia didn’t answer. She just stood there, gripping her scissors, cutting—again, and again—until a once-lush bouquet lay reduced to a single, naked stalk.

“Miss Gu?”

“I understand,” she said softly, finally setting the scissors down. “As long as the boy eats, it’s fine. His health comes first.”

Her voice was calm, almost gentle—yet the silence that followed carried more weight than any shout.

On the other end, Chen Ma’s eyes welled up. “Miss Gu… you’re truly kind. Even now, after everything… you’re still so forgiving. Don’t worry—we’ve got plenty of chances. You can count on me.”

She hung up, wiping her eyes, then muttered under her breath:
*Nancy. You won’t be here much longer.*

—

Since Huo Yin had eaten, Wen Xuxu kept her promise and prepared to take him to the Ho Group headquarters. After all, she was already delivering medicine.

But she had no idea that that same afternoon, her other son—Mobo—was also headed to the same place.

“Big brother, be careful,” whispered Ruoruo, tugging at Mobo’s ear as they left the kindergarten. “If you see the big bad guy, teach him a lesson. No more hurting Mama.”

Mobo puffed out his chest proudly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

Twenty minutes later, downtown—Ho Group Tower.

To avoid detection, Mobo wore a blue *Kamen Rider* hoodie underneath a gray-black denim vest. Instead of using the main entrance, he circled around to the underground parking garage, slipped into an elevator, and pressed the button for the floor he’d researched.

Smart kid.

But when the doors opened, he froze.

A glass door blocked his path—locked tight. There was no way in.

“This is the CEO’s office, right? Why’s there a glass door? Did I mess up?”

He frowned, scanning the hallway. Nothing moved. Just about to turn back and try another floor, the glass door suddenly chimed.

A mechanical female voice echoed through the air:

“Face recognition successful. Huo Yin. Access granted.”