SeptemberSnowfall

After Lin Qi married into the Huo family, the entire Huo family was eagerly awaiting her to give birth to an heir for the ailing young master.
She originally thought that marrying Huo Tingdong meant she was destined to be a widow, never expecting that her vegetative husband would suddenly awaken.
Overnight, with a divorce agreement, she became a discarded woman of the wealthy family but suddenly disappeared from Beijing.
Seven years later, she returns with two powerful sons by her side, with countless people lining up wanting to be the stepfather of these children.
The most regrettable thing Huo Tingdong ever did was to force that little ancestor to sign the divorce agreement. To win her back, the once all-powerful man poured his heart into appeasing her, pampering her to no end, but the two sons were determined to be his biggest obstacles.
Eldest son: "Daddy! Your posture while kneeling on the washboard isn't as handsome as mine!"
Youngest son: "Daddy! Your speed at swiping cards isn't as fast as mine!"
Huo Tingdong never expected that the biggest hindrances on his path to win back his wife would be these two little treasures!

The Baby I Lost Is Actually with My Ex-Husband!

"Miss Lin, you must stay strong, close your eyes, and don't rush to speak, everything will be okay." The nurse tidied her messy hair.


Lin Qi's hair was covered in blood and had been soaked by it.


She weakly closed her eyes, her mind hazy, unable to discern where she was or what had happened.


Huo Tingdong arrived at the hospital with Han and Momo, the lights in the emergency room still on.


Nurses constantly went in and out, occasionally bringing out blood-stained medical gauze, which was a harrowing sight.


Momo sat for a bit, then stood, pacing back and forth uneasily.


His gaze was calm, unnervingly so. Peers might be clueless, might be scared, but he stayed silent and tearless in his calm, his hands clenched into fists behind his back, trembling violently. His face no longer bore its usual elegance and tenderness.


Compared to him, Han was much calmer, his eyes, so similar to Huo Tingdong's, hid a wisdom that tucked away any sharpness.


Chapter 98 A Step Away from Death