Volume One, Chapter 45: Ye Sheng Is My Ex-Wife

Just looking at those absurd comments made Huo Mingting feel uncomfortable, as if his eyes were burning. He instinctively recoiled. He had been present at the scene and knew exactly what had happened. Although Ye Sheng no longer had any connection to him, she was, after all, his ex-wife—

Huo Mingting was about to instruct the PR department to intervene and delete those malicious remarks when two executives from the Li family walked in. Mrs. Li was still on the phone, her voice gentle: “Alright, I understand. Don’t worry, Director Ye is a great benefactor to our family. I’ll make sure her matter is a priority. I’ll ask the PR department to remove the trending topic shortly.”

Huo Mingting lifted his eyes, hearing “Director Ye” and knowing they were talking about Ye Sheng.

Mr. Li shook his hand, explaining, “Just dealing with some issues with the kids. As parents, it’s never easy.”

Both families had leukemia patients—sharing this hardship had been the foundation for their earlier collaboration.

Huo Mingting replied, “I understand,” poured tea for the guests, and asked calmly, “I saw the trending topic. It’s about Director Ye, the new head of Hematology at Haici Hospital.”

“Yes,” Mr. Li sipped his tea with a sigh. “Director Ye is young, but she’s incredibly capable. After she saved my son that day, I was so impressed and curious, I looked her up—she holds countless patents, her medical achievements are remarkable. She’s earned her position on merit.”

For reasons unknown, Huo Mingting felt a sense of pride, as if he shared in her honor. He smiled lightly and nodded, “Yes.”

“I hope you won’t laugh at me, Mr. Huo. Yesterday, my little rascal caused another scene at the hospital… drove his mother nearly to her knees with worry.” Mr. Li sighed deeply, struggling against the sting in his nose. “It was Director Ye who stepped in and calmed Mo’er down. She spoke to us about how the bond between parents and children is a matter of fate, and we need to learn to loosen our grip on ourselves—and give the children some space in their lives. Let them do what they want while they can. No one can determine the length of a life, but its breadth can always be expanded. She really helped his mother come to terms with a lot.”

Huo Mingting listened quietly, wondering: When did she become so wise and insightful?

Did she comfort herself the same way when it came to her relationship with him and Cong’er?

“It’s strange,” Mr. Li continued, “after all the drama last night, when I visited Mo’er in the hospital this morning, the boy was full of energy, asking me to buy him gear so he could start training.”

Mr. Li’s smiling eyes crinkled with genuine happiness. “Director Ye has invited him to the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu gym tomorrow afternoon. The kid was absolutely thrilled.”

Huo Mingting was taken aback. “Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu? Are you saying Ye Sheng practices Jiu-Jitsu?”

His familiar way of saying “Ye Sheng” stunned Mr. Li, who sat across from him, and Mrs. Li, just finishing her phone call as she entered the conference room, looked equally surprised.

No one in the room lacked perception; the Li couple immediately realized from Huo’s tone that he and Director Ye were acquainted.

Huo Mingting knew he’d let slip too much, a hint of wryness curling in his heart. No matter how well he cultivated his emotions, remaining calm and unreadable, whenever Ye Sheng was involved, he lost control...

Even he didn’t know why. He hadn’t always been this way.

He poured more tea for his guests and, meeting their intentionally restrained looks of curiosity, lifted the corners of his lips. “To be honest, Ye Sheng is Cong’er’s mother—my ex-wife.”

Ah… The Li couple’s eyes widened in astonishment.