Volume One, Chapter 119: A Fiery Pursuit to Win Back His Wife—A Lesson in Passion

Su Xing hadn’t actually invited Huo Mingting; it was originally meant to be a small gathering of close friends. The Huo Group and Huatai Pharmaceuticals were, after all, competitors.

Yet, as the formidable Mr. Huo was, obtaining an invitation was no trouble at all. Since Huo Mingting knew Su Xing personally, he simply gave him a call, only to be met with a teasing remark, “Are you coming with Ye Sheng? As an ex-husband, or just boyfriend number two?”

“...”

Huo Mingting had never realized before how vulnerable his respiratory system was to jabs, but now it seemed everyone was eager to stab at him, and each time, they hit their mark.

The sound of a hairdryer drifted from the consultation room, signaling that Ye Sheng had finished changing. Li Mo knocked gently on the door, which opened from the inside.

Li Mo and Huo Mingting went in to wait. Since the clinic had closed for the day, it was hardly appropriate for two grown men to linger outside.

The moment Huo Mingting entered, his gaze swept over Ye Sheng’s figure and face, causing him to pause slightly.

Ye Sheng had her eyes closed, while a makeup artist worked on her foundation.

In truth, Huo Mingting thought Ye Sheng didn’t need any foundation at all; her skin was naturally fair and delicate, with pores invisible to the naked eye. Applying too much makeup was unnecessary, perhaps even excessive.

Just as he was thinking this, the makeup artist couldn’t help but comment, “Miss Ye’s skin is truly beautiful—better than many celebrities who’ve had cosmetic treatments. How do you maintain it? Aren’t doctors supposed to have late nights and high stress?”

“Mm,” Ye Sheng replied. “I do regular upkeep, but I don’t have time for salons, so I take care of it myself at home.”

Modest, indeed.

Huo Mingting thought to himself: I expected her to say she was naturally beautiful.

“Cover the wrinkles around my eyes,” Ye Sheng said, not only far from naturally flawless but also carrying some insecurities. “I’m getting older; I have wrinkles now.”

“Only twenty-eight,” Huo Mingting responded quickly. “Not old.”

Though the words were tactful, for some reason, as soon as he spoke, the previously serene atmosphere in the room suddenly chilled, growing noticeably colder.

Certain words, when spoken by certain people, just sounded awkward.

Li Mo glanced at Huo Mingting.

By the timeline, Ye Sheng had been only twenty-two when she married Huo Mingting—about the same age he was now.

“Brother Mingting, you became a father at twenty-two?” Li Mo suddenly thought Huo Mingting was an early bloomer in marriage.

Huo Mingting had just been reflecting on how young Ye Sheng was when she first married him—barely out of her teens.

The most precious years of youth had been given to him.

“Yeah.”

Having finished her makeup and styling, Ye Sheng was transformed from the serious “Director Ye” of the day into someone completely different.

She wore a blue velvet evening gown, her long curls cascading down her back. Her exquisite makeup made her look like a princess stepped straight out of a comic book, her eyes large and bright behind blue contact lenses.

“Let’s go,” she said, putting on her earrings and slipping into high heels.

Huo Mingting worried she might twist her ankle on those ten-centimeter stilettos and reached out to steady her, but Ye Sheng had already taken hold of Li Mo’s arm.

“Help me walk carefully today. If I sprain my ankle, I won’t be able to go to jiu-jitsu class tomorrow.”

Li Mo was visibly nervous. “Then you better slow down, sis!”

“...”

Huo Mingting watched Li Mo clutch Ye Sheng’s hand tightly, his gaze turning cold — he almost wished he could sever that arm.

Ye Sheng got into Li Mo’s car.

The second boyfriend, Mr. Huo’s car followed behind. The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly the entire time, feeling a chill in the cabin as if a cold wind were creeping in from behind.

—

Today’s cultural exchange event, though hosted by Su Xing, was not a pharmaceutical industry banquet but one belonging to the entertainment world.

Su Xing’s wife was a top actress in showbiz—Mrs. Li, also known as President Zheng—whom Su Xing had personally helped launch. She was a signed artist under the Li Group.

Upon arriving at the event and seeing Ye Sheng seated beside Mrs. Li and Mrs. Su, Huo Mingting understood the recent momentum Ye Sheng had gained was undoubtedly thanks to President Zheng.

But what was Ye Sheng’s true intention in making such a public display? Could it really be that she wanted to enter the entertainment industry herself?

“Huo, Mr. Huo,” Su Xing approached with a wine glass in hand. Su Xing’s hair was prematurely white at over forty, showing the signs of a man who carried many worries. “Is this your first time attending such an event?”

“Yes,” Huo Mingting replied coolly. “I’m not familiar with the cultural sector.”

“Oh, modesty won’t get you anywhere,” Su Xing said, inviting him over to introduce his wife. “Ah Yan, this is Mr. Huo.”

Zhong Yan rose and shook Huo Mingting’s hand, exchanging some polite pleasantries.

Soon, surrounded by a circle of film and television executives, Zhong Yan leaned toward Ye Sheng quietly.

“Is it because you’ve been involved in so many rumors lately that Mr. Huo is worried?”

Ye Sheng was texting someone at the time and lifted her lashes slightly. “Worried about what?”

Zhong Yan smiled mischievously. “Didn’t I just send you the script? ‘The Wife-Chasing Cremation Pit.’ You should check it out.”

Ye Sheng: “...”

She knew what a cremation pit was.

As for chasing your wife? Ha, Mr. Huo better not come up with any jokes.