Chapter 48: Lord Houshi, Let's Talk

Wen Xuxu suddenly flared up, rushing forward and blocking the man’s path. “Why salt water? Didn’t he get IV fluids? Where’s the doctor? What’s going on right now?”

A rapid-fire barrage of questions left the bodyguard completely stunned.

It wasn’t that they weren’t giving Huo Yin IVs—just that his body was unusually sensitive. Too much fluid would only weaken him further. Over the years, Huo Sijue had often opted for the most conservative treatment during his son’s illnesses.

When Wen Xuxu burst onto the upper floor and pushed open the door, this was the scene she found:
“Come on, one more sip. Daddy promises, once you’re better, you can do whatever you want.”

“Really? Then can she come back?”

“Yes… absolutely…”

The young man—once so cold, so commanding—now knelt on the bed, cradling his child in one arm while gently feeding him with a spoon in the other. His expression was soft, tender, utterly transformed. He looked like the most devoted father in the world.

Wen Xuxu’s fingers turned white as she clenched them into fists.

Without a word, she stepped inside and stood directly in front of the father and son. “Let me handle it. I’ll needle him—I’ll stop the diarrhea in no time.”

Huo Sijue: ……

For just a split second, his eyes snapped upward—dark, sharp, glinting with something dangerously cold. It was terrifying.

Wen Xuxu shivered.

But thankfully, with the child still unwell, he held back. After a long stare at his son, he carefully laid the boy back down on the bed.

“Sir, about this—”

“Leave. All of you. She’ll take care of it from here.”

His voice was ice. He cut off the doctors mid-sentence, dismissing them all with a single wave. Then he stood behind her, towering over her, watching silently as she began treating his son.

She felt it—the weight of his gaze, heavy and unrelenting.

As she pulled out the needles, her fingertips trembled slightly. But then she looked down at her son’s pale face, and her hands steadied. She focused. Began to work.

Twenty minutes later, Huo Yin finally relaxed. His breathing eased. The pain had passed.

“Still hurt, Yinyin?” she asked softly.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head weakly.

Lying on the small bed, he looked up at Mommy with big, tired eyes.

Wen Xuxu exhaled slowly, relief washing over her. She bent down, pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, tucked the blanket snugly around him, then straightened up.

“Now rest well, sweetie. Auntie will come check on you again soon, okay?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He nodded obediently—but this time, after promising her, his eyes drifted toward the figure standing behind her.

Huo Sijue stepped forward. “Something else?”

Huo Yin: “Don’t yell at Auntie.”

The little guy actually *told* him not to. Was he already sensing the storm of rage just moments ago?

Wen Xuxu stepped out of the room without a word, following the man like a shadow until they reached the third floor. Only then did he turn, his face carved from stone, eyes dark with menace.

“I’m going to shower. Want to join me?”

What?

Wait—what?!

Her face instantly flushed crimson, like a boiled shrimp. She clutched her chest and stumbled backward several steps.

“N-no! You go ahead! I—I’ll wait over there!” She bolted like a startled rabbit, disappearing down the hall in record time.

Huo Sijue’s thin lips curled into a faint, mocking smirk. Then he kicked the door shut behind him.

With Huo Yin’s condition improving, the doctors and bodyguards had all departed. Only a few servants remained, tidying up. The house fell silent again—clean, orderly, just as it always was.

Wen Xuxu walked out onto the third-floor balcony. Compared to the lush garden below, this view was entirely different—vast, open, stretching endlessly under the sky. She moved to the edge of the wide terrace, sat down, and pulled out her phone.

Scrolling through messages, waiting.

【Qiao Shiqian: Nancy, didn’t see you today.】
【Wen Xuxu: Oh! Sorry—I forgot to tell you. Something came up this morning. So sorry!】

She blinked. Suddenly remembered—she’d promised Qiao Shiqian she’d meet him at his office today, to learn some legal basics. Her cheeks burned with guilt.

Luckily, he replied almost instantly.

【Qiao Shiqian: No worries. Just let me know when you’re free. I’ll come pick you up.】
【Wen Xuxu: Okay.】

She tapped send. Right then, a sound caught her ear—a door creaking open.

Her head snapped up. She turned toward the bedroom—and just like that, she shot back across the terrace, sprinting inside.

“Huo Sijue? Did you finish? We need to talk!”

She returned to the spot where they’d parted. The door was still closed. She called out.

Two shouts echoed into the silence—then *whoosh*, the door swung open.

And there he stood.

Only a towel wrapped around his waist. Hair dripping wet. Muscles glistening under the dim light.

Oh my god.

Wen Xuxu froze. Her eyes widened.

This was a sight she’d never seen before—not even after giving birth to three children. She’d never laid eyes on a man’s body like this.

Not like this. Not *him*.