Volume 1, Chapter 107: The Three Brothers Join Forces

Recalling the past, both Ye Sheng and Huo Mingting’s eyes were slightly reddened.

At this moment, as parents, they had shed their hardened exteriors and revealed a softer side.

Ye Sheng steadied herself and spoke as calmly as she could, “The pain of childbirth—you’re a man, so I don’t expect you to empathize, but please try to understand a mother’s heart. Cong’er is flesh from my own body. Whether he’s healthy or sick, nothing can diminish the love I have for him. The love I give him is absolute. Therefore, having Cong’er stay with me is undoubtedly the best choice.”

Huo Mingting looked at her squarely. “You said you wouldn’t have another child, but you never said you wouldn’t remarry. Is there really a difference between a stepmother and a stepfather?”

“There is,” Ye Sheng replied without hesitation. “I don’t plan to remain single forever. If I meet the right person, I will consider starting a family again. The prerequisite is that he must be good to me and to the child.”

Huo Mingting clenched his fists tightly, pressing his lips together.

Though her words seemed reasonable, they stabbed right through his lungs, flooding him with cold air.

“Qin Minshu is also good to Cong’er,” he gritted his teeth.

Ye Sheng lifted her eyelids and retorted coldly, “A stepmother who can’t even tolerate a hat knitted by the child’s own mother and secretly cuts it to pieces—do you really think she would sincerely care for Cong’er? Do you believe that yourself?”

Huo Mingting was momentarily speechless.

He had said almost the exact same words to his mother before.

Of course, he didn’t believe it.

“Then I can’t give you custody of Cong’er either,” Huo Mingting said solemnly.

She thought about starting a family with someone else, but why hadn’t she considered that rebuilding a family with him would be best for the child?

Seeing his stubbornness, Ye Sheng knew further argument was pointless. “Then it seems our only option is to go to court.”

“To be honest, I don’t want to drag you into a courtroom unless absolutely necessary. No matter how much the adults fight, the custody battle will inevitably involve asking the child’s opinion, which will harm Cong’er.”

Ye Sheng’s expression grew serious. “If it comes to that, I hope you understand that in the process of fighting for custody, everything Qin Minshu has done will come to light. Also, the meetings you and Qin Minshu had during our marriage, the meals you shared, the gifts exchanged... the fact that you cheated during the marriage won’t stay hidden either.”

Huo Mingting’s eyes reddened from her words.

“You’ve already decided I cheated and wronged you, haven’t you?”

Ye Sheng met his gaze.

Whether or not he truly wronged her, she didn’t know. She only remembered that in her past life, while writhing in pain on the operating table, he held Qin Minshu and professed his love for her, promising to marry her.

At that moment, all her feelings and love for this man vanished into thin air.

Her soul shattered completely.

“That no longer matters,” Ye Sheng said.

Her heart no longer chilled at the injustices Huo Mingting and Qin Minshu had inflicted upon her. She realized she had truly let go of him; all those emotions were now a thing of the past.

“Wishing you happiness, President Huo,” Ye Sheng smiled faintly. “We’ll meet at the mountaintop.”

She turned and left.

Watching her retreating figure, Huo Mingting’s heart suddenly felt empty, as if she was truly disappearing from his life forever—

No!

Impossible!

He chased after her as the elevator doors slowly closed. He frantically pressed the button several times, but impatient, he took the stairs instead.

He practically sprinted down and out of the hospital building, only to halt abruptly.

He saw Ye Sheng running into the arms of a man.

The man was tall and robust, dressed casually, lifting Ye Sheng up like a child with one arm.

Huo Mingting heard Ye Sheng laughing and calling him “Third Brother.”

The man gently set her down, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. His short hair did nothing to conceal the sharp and proud intensity in his eyes, resembling a leopard that had long prowled the primal jungle.

This was Wan Sandao.

A figure of mysterious origins, yet a dominant force in the underworld, owning original shares in hundreds of listed companies.

The brother of Huo Lindong and Ye Zhun.

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Ye Sheng brought Wan Sandao to her clinic.

The moment Mia saw Wan Sandao, she started squealing and leaping into his arms, even more animated than Ye Sheng.

“Third Brother, why are you back?”

Like Wan Sandao, Mia grew up on the streets of N City in the United States. As a child, she followed Wan Sandao around, with him paying her tuition. Later, after earning her medical doctorate, she joined Ye Sheng.

They were all very close, like family.

Though Wan Sandao appeared fierce, his smile carried the warmth of a simple, good-hearted older brother. He had a scar above his broken brow—a remnant of childhood fights—small but deeply indented.

“The eldest brother summoned me back,” Wan Sandao said, looking at Ye Sheng. “You got attacked so badly and didn’t tell me or Second Brother. Your brother yelled at the eldest brother on the phone for a long time.”

“Your brother yelled at Lin Ge?” Ye Sheng was surprised; she couldn’t picture that scene.

Wan Sandao nodded. “Sister Se nearly couldn’t control herself, so I came back. We won’t be at ease until we find out who did this.”

Ye Sheng felt warmth flood her heart and didn’t hold back with Third Brother.

“That’s perfect. I have a lot to handle.”

Ye Sheng poured Wan Sandao a glass of water. “Everything else is manageable, but the custody battle won’t be easy. I asked Lawyer Luo. If I want to fight Huo Mingting for custody, I can’t be outdone in wealth or status. So we need to build momentum, maybe even be a bit high-profile. We have to equip ourselves fully. Third Brother, I need your help.”

“No problem, this is easy,” Wan Sandao said confidently, his eyes calm as if he had weathered countless storms.

“Give me your documents. This afternoon, I’ll head to the housing bureau to start the property transfer.”

Ye Sheng was taken aback. “Transfer?”

Wan Sandao asked his assistant for a kraft paper bag containing a bright red property deed. “The house at Lanting International, your brother gave it to you. After work, come with me to the garage to pick a car.”

He smiled broadly, cracking his knuckles.

“Finally, I get to dress my little sister like a princess. Ye Little Fairy, transform!”