Volume One, Chapter One: Return from Hell

“Mr. Huo, the madam has given birth, but she’s experiencing heavy bleeding...”
“Let her go.”
“And the child?”
“If it’s dead, discard it.”
...

When Song Nanyi struggled to open her eyes, she found herself sitting in a car, on the way to some charity banquet.

The autumn breeze was slightly cool, the sunlight glaring, and beads of sweat dotted her nose.

Hadn’t she already died on the delivery bed?

The bleeding wouldn’t stop no matter what; the doctors and nurses were panicking.

She didn’t know how many gauze pads they had packed inside her abdomen.

As she gradually lost consciousness, she heard Huo Shixu’s cold, merciless voice:

“Cease all rescue efforts.”

Her throat was hoarse and silent, yet she still wanted to plead with him not to give up on her.

“No... no...”

Then came Huo Shixu’s even more heartless voice, “Is the child dead?”

“Mr. Huo, the child is still alive.”

“Send it to the welfare institution.”

Huo Shixu discarded even his own flesh and blood without hesitation.

In utter despair, she died earlier than the doctors had predicted.

“Madam, please step out of the car.” The driver politely opened the door. “Mr. Huo is already waiting.”

Song Nanyi gathered herself, steadying her emotions for a long moment before stepping out.

From afar, she looked toward Huo Shixu, who was chatting with someone.

He wore a perfectly tailored, handcrafted suit; tall and slender, with deep-set brows and sharp eyes. As he raised his hand, the diamond cufflinks on his sleeves shimmered dazzlingly.

That pair of cufflinks was the anniversary gift she had given him.

Now, they were being delicately twirled between the fingers of the girl standing behind him.

“Nanyi.”

Huo Shixu strode over to Song Nanyi’s side and introduced the girl beside him.

“This is Su Yuan. She was paired with us for support during the group’s rescue mission. She lost all her family in that earthquake and developed anxiety. I want to bring her home for you to personally take care of her for a while. Once she’s recovered, we’ll send her to school. What do you think?”

Huo Shixu looked at Su Yuan. “Call someone.”

“Sister Nanyi.” The girl never lifted her head.

Song Nanyi’s gaze fell on the woman’s timid, shy face.

Just now, she had suspected she had been reborn.

Now, she was certain.

She had indeed been reborn.

Back to the day when Huo Shixu introduced Su Yuan to himself.

In the previous life.

Huo Shixu loved doing charity.

But it was always just for show.

Donations, whether money or goods, were all handled entirely by his assistant.

If absolutely unavoidable, he would occasionally give lectures at schools, visit welfare homes, and bring warmth to the elderly.

But mostly, it was all for the benefit of the group.

He had never been so eager to bring a young girl home like this before.

He had become sincere.

In Huo Shixu’s eyes, Song Nanyi saw desire.

Yes, desire.

A desire to bind the girl close, a desire to squeeze this wife out of his world.

“All right.”

Huo Shixu was somewhat surprised by how easily Song Nanyi agreed.

Uncertain, he asked, “You agreed?”

Song Nanyi saw the flicker of excitement and its desperate suppression in his eyes and gave a wry smile, “Yes.”

She simply found it pitiful.

She and Huo Shixu had been childhood sweethearts, perfectly matched.

He was willing to take a three-hour flight just to buy her favorite flavor of green rice dumplings and personally deliver them to her.

Back then, everyone said Huo Shixu loved Song Nanyi, loved her madly.

He pursued her for seven years before she finally agreed to be with him.

For three years of marriage, he adored her to the bone; if she frowned even slightly, he would feel heartache.

Not to mention, he never missed any important day for her.

He often gave her the illusion that, even if every other man in the world would cheat, Huo Shixu never would.

But she was wrong.

When a man loves, he truly loves.

He can elevate her to the heavens and trample the world beneath his feet.

When he stops loving, he can truly push her down into hell.

She had overestimated his devotion.

And underestimated the ruthlessness of a man who had fallen out of love.

Su Yuan’s appearance had ignited the small flame of Huo Shixu’s waning affection for her.

In the previous life, at this very moment, she had sensed the crisis in their marriage.

She asserted her authority as the rightful wife and privately warned Su Yuan several times not to become the third party who destroyed a family.

But a man who had lost his heart had long since abandoned moral boundaries.

When Su Yuan appeared before Song Nanyi, her neck covered in kiss marks, Song Nanyi completely broke down.

She gave Su Yuan a sum of money and secretly sent her away from Jiangcheng, forbidding any future contact with Huo Shixu.

Unfortunately, on the night Su Yuan was sent away, an accident occurred—she was first raped and then murdered by a group of ruffians in a brutal, bloody scene.

That accident became the fuse that detonated their marital collapse.

The deceased Su Yuan became an indelible scar on Huo Shixu’s heart.

From then on, he stopped coming home.

Every time he appeared in entertainment news, he was accompanied by a woman who looked strikingly like Su Yuan.

He used this method to humiliate Song Nanyi.

To publicly announce that even a stand-in for Su Yuan could shatter his wife.

Song Nanyi knew that Huo Shixu hated her, hated her so much he wished she were dead.

So when she suffered massive postpartum hemorrhaging and her life was on the line, he could coldly utter the words “stop rescue.”

Heaven has eyes.

He allowed her to be reborn.

This time, she would see it through.

As Song Nanyi turned to leave, Huo Shixu’s voice pulled her back, “Nanyi, are you angry? Yuan won’t be staying long. She’s sensible and won’t cause us any trouble.”

“Is that so?”

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