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!

Huo Tingdong crossed his hands, smiling coldly with grace, "My words still stand, I am negotiating peacefully with you. You want money, I'll give it, as long as you dare to take it."


Dieter sneered, "Peaceful negotiation? Other than negotiating peacefully with me, what other choices do you have?"


Huo Tingdong replied, "Should another scenario arise, I do have a second option."


Dieter was stunned for a moment, "What scenario?"


Huo Tingdong slightly parted his thin lips, articulating each word deliberately, "Negotiations break down."


In an instant, Dieter was frozen in shock.


The next second, Huo Tingdong seized the moment, flipping over sharply and whipping out his belt, pressing the hidden mechanism within the buckle.


The metallic buckle immediately shot out a sharp little knife.


Huo Tingdong held the knife in reverse grip, striding over the coffee table and viciously stomping on Dieter's thigh.


Chapter 170: Death by a Single Strike