Volume One, Chapter 118: Father, Have You Gone Mad?

In the past few days, no matter where Huo Mingting went, he kept hearing the name "Ye Sheng."

The heiress of the Ye family from Shangzhou had arrived in the capital, attended a charity gala, and lavishly spent a fortune to purchase a jade bracelet as a gift for Madam Qin.

The media caught the Ye heiress visiting a pharmaceutical factory with Su Xing, the CEO of Huatai Pharmaceuticals—was Huatai about to make a big move?

The Ye heiress was seen attending a business cocktail party with a mysterious man, who turned out to be the owner of the Dingsheng Group.

Ye Sheng was photographed meeting the son of the Li Group at a jiu-jitsu gym, their behavior intimate, sparking rumors of a budding romance...

“Snap.”

Huo Mingting looked at the news on his phone, lit a cigarette, and tossed the Cartier lighter onto the table. He immediately picked it up to check if it was scratched—it was a gift from Ye Sheng as well.

In the past few days, he had rummaged through his belongings and found all the gifts Ye Sheng had once given him, which he had long neglected.

His walk-in closet was in complete disarray.

Passing by, Huo Cong was surprised and asked, “Dad, have you lost your mind?”

“...”

Huo Mingting was indeed close to madness.

Driven to this state by Ye Sheng herself.

Lately, she seemed like a different person—she had abandoned her usual low profile and become remarkably high-profile, accompanied by one CEO after another, one wealthy heir then another, sometimes this man, sometimes that man. It was infuriating!

What troubled him even more was the realization that Ye Sheng had truly given him many gifts before—beautiful, expensive ones.

Some he knew about; others he had no idea existed.

Looking at the luxury items in their boxes, some still unopened, Huo Mingting felt a complex mixture of emotions.

Shame, and tenderness.

He had blamed Ye Sheng for marrying him while hiding her true identity, but in truth... she had revealed herself to him long ago. If only he had been more attentive, he would have realized there was no way Ye Sheng was a girl from a modest family.

During their marriage, Huo Mingting had also given Ye Sheng gifts, believing he never neglected her—clothes, bags, jewelry, all from top brands.

But the gifts Ye Sheng had given him were even more precious, some priceless and impossible to buy with money.

Chu Yue and Tan Yao were right—Ye Sheng had truly loved him before. The gifts she gave him were always the best and most expensive. When she searched the world over to find these things for him, what feelings did she harbor?

Joy? Anticipation?

She had once offered him a heart so passionate and sincere, yet he had ignored it, overlooked it, dismissed it with disdain.

Huo Mingting couldn’t understand how he had been so blind before.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he stubbed out his cigarette, picked up the lighter, and headed out.

—to the hospital, to pick Ye Sheng up after work.

As he arrived, Ye Sheng was in a meeting. Through the window, Huo Mingting saw her—the same as always: wearing a white coat, face bare of makeup, hair neatly pinned in a low bun, calm and gentle.

When the meeting ended, Ye Sheng rose with her notebook and caught sight of Huo Mingting’s face outside the window.

She stepped out and, instead of ignoring him, asked calmly, “Here for me?”

Huo Mingting nodded.

“Something you need?”

“I’m here to pick you up.”

Behind her, a row of heads popped out, all turning to look at Huo Mingting with eyes full of gossip.

Since Qin Minshu left Haici Hospital, the hematology department had become quieter, but also less dramatic. Privately, they all speculated that in this rivalry of love, Director Ye had come out on top.

Now that Ye Sheng’s identity was no secret, news spread rapidly. The entire hospital knew she was the heiress of the Ye family from Shangzhou, and the younger sister of the CEO of Huatai Pharmaceuticals.

The luckiest of all was Director Ji—now that she was close to the Ye family, her career was secure.

As everyone left, Ye Sheng said to Huo Mingting, “I have plans tonight. If you have something to say, go ahead.”

“Plans?”

Huo Mingting’s brow tightened. “With whom?”

Before Ye Sheng could retort that it was none of his business, a voice came from nearby—Li Mo’s voice. “Just in time, off work?”

Huo Mingting turned.

Li Mo was dressed in a deep green casual suit, hair carefully styled, looking quite presentable.

His previous sickly look had faded, and his eyes narrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Answering Li Mo’s call of “Brother Mingting,” Huo Mingting appeared calm as he asked, “You’re taking Ye Sheng out? Where to tonight?”

“A cultural exchange dinner hosted by Huatai’s CEO Su. I’m Sheng’s date.”

Li Mo gave a brief explanation, then looked at Ye Sheng. “The makeup artist and clothes are here. Shall we get ready here or go out?”

Checking her watch, Ye Sheng said, “No time, let’s do it here.”

“Alright.”

As they walked toward the consultation room, Huo Mingting silently followed behind.

At the door, Ye Sheng glanced back at him. “Anything else?”

Her tone was calm, but her eyes showed impatience.

Huo Mingting kept his expression steady. “I’m coming with you tonight.”

“?”

Both Ye Sheng and Li Mo looked at Huo Mingting. Ye Sheng asked, “Did I invite you?”

Huo Mingting was left speechless.