Volume One, Chapter Thirty-Six: Do You Know Wan San Dao?

Once she was sure the child was unharmed, Ye Sheng felt at ease. As for her ex-husband… who cared?

“I have to get to work, so keep it brief,” Ye Sheng glanced at her watch. “Five minutes.”

Huo Mingting frowned.

She had left for three years, abandoning him and their child without a word, and now she begrudged him even five minutes. Was her time really so precious?

Huo Mingting, the illustrious president of the Huo Corporation, had never suffered such coldness and humiliation. His face darkened with anger, and he nearly stormed off then and there.

He’d only come out of concern for her safety, yet this woman was utterly ungrateful!

“My words can’t be said in five minutes,” Huo Mingting replied, his tone heavy.

Ye Sheng’s expression was emotionless. “Then come back another day.”

She turned to leave, but Huo Mingting caught her wrist. The touch was unfamiliar and cold, setting her nerves on edge; by some twist of fate, his hand pressed right where her invisible wound lay.

Ye Sheng’s brows drew tight. She threw off his grip at once. “Don’t touch me.”

There she went again!

Chu Yue had said he was cold as ice, but in truth, Ye Sheng was the one colder than frost.

Huo Mingting clenched his discarded hand, swallowing his anger and striving to sound calm. “Didn’t you just perform surgery all night? Aren’t you tired? If you’re exhausted, take the day off—I’ll speak to Dean Ji.”

The boy Ye Sheng had operated on last night happened to be the son of the Li Group, with whom the Huo Corporation was collaborating. Early that morning, Huo Mingting had received word: the boy had attempted suicide and nearly died, only to be saved by the new Dr. Ye at Haici Hospital.

Huo Mingting suspected the story had been exaggerated, but he understood the hardships of a doctor. Qin Minshu often complained she regretted studying medicine, that any other major would have been easier. The medical field, after all, dealt with lives and bore a weight no other profession could match.

As Huo Mingting pulled out his phone, Ye Sheng’s face hardened. “Take a day off for what? To chat with you? What makes you think you’re more important than my patients?”

Huo Mingting froze mid-motion.

Her words were like thorns from a rose, pricking painfully at his ears.

His hands trembled with rage as he forced a laugh. “Fine. If you won’t appreciate it, I won’t meddle. I’ll get straight to the point: Wan Sandao—do you know him?”

Ye Sheng’s expression changed. “How do you know about Wan Sandao?”

Her reaction didn’t escape Huo Mingting’s notice, and it only confirmed what Chu Yue had discovered.

“Just answer me: do you know him or not?”

“I do,” Ye Sheng replied, concern in her eyes. “Is something wrong with him?”

She instinctively fished out her phone, found her third brother’s contact, and sent him a message: Third Brother, is something wrong?

He replied instantly, as if holding his phone in hand: “Hm? Nothing’s wrong. I’m out sea fishing with friends, just reeled in a big one. Want it? I’ll have someone ship it to you.” (picture)

Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was fine. “Keep it for yourself,” she replied.

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Huo Mingting watched helplessly as the two exchanged messages.

He was still standing right there!

Was she treating him like air?!

If not for his self-restraint, Huo Mingting would have snatched the phone to see exactly what she was saying to that man.

He recalled the smile lingering at Ye Sheng’s lips when she’d entered from the corridor—a genuine smile, clearly delighted by whoever was on the other end. Did she not realize how easily swindlers could deceive? This fool, she’d probably let herself be tricked and still count out money for them!

Huo Mingting was so furious he thought his head might burst into flames.

Ye Sheng put away her phone and asked coolly, “Did you need something from Wan Sandao?”

She knew her third brother’s business was vast, reaching around the world, dabbling in many trades.

Years ago, he’d gotten mixed up in some shady dealings, but once Huo Lintong and Ye Zhun found out, they both beat some sense into him and dragged him back from the brink. With two older brothers watching over him, whatever business her third brother did now was sure to be above board—this Ye Sheng never doubted.

“Do you know what he does?” Huo Mingting narrowed his eyes, fixing them on her.

The tone of his question irked Ye Sheng.

“What does it matter to you whether I know? Are you here to interrogate me?”

Her voice grew as cold as his. “If you want to do business with him, contact him yourself. Don’t use me as your connection. I won’t be your go-between.”

Huo Mingting nearly fainted from rage.

Who wanted to do business with a conman? Was she out of her mind?

“You—”

Just as he was about to scold her and reveal the man was a swindler, Ye Sheng raised a hand to stop him, glancing at her watch. “Your five minutes are up. I have to work now. See yourself out.”

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Huo Mingting watched as Ye Sheng walked into her office and closed the door.

How could a woman have so little heart?

And how could a man stoop as low as he had?

His stomach ached with fury; he almost considered seeing a gastroenterologist, or maybe even a neurologist, to check if he’d lost his mind, caring so much for a woman who wanted nothing to do with him.

After getting into his car, Huo Mingting lit a cigarette, calming himself. The matter still needed to be resolved.

He sent a message to Chu Yue: “Wan Sandao is definitely dangerous. Ye Sheng is completely brainwashed, really believes he’s a legitimate businessman. You all must be extra careful in Meishan. If you need anything, call me at once.”

Exhaling a plume of smoke, Huo Mingting’s eyes grew cold and deep: He would never let that Wan man off the hook!