When we divorced, Huo Yanchen said, “Take your bastard and get out. Don’t sully my home.”
Three years later, I quietly returned to the country with my triplets.
Someone snapped a photo at the airport, and the whole internet was abuzz: “Shocking! A mini version of the top-tier star spotted at the airport!”
As reporters swarmed us, Huo Yanchen made a forceful appearance. “Whose kids are they?”
The eldest gave him a frosty look. “Mommy says the grass on Daddy’s grave is already three meters tall.”
The second chimed in, “Mister, are you trying to be our stepdad?”
The third cooed, “You’re handsome, Uncle. Give me a hug!”
I smiled and reminded him, “Mr. Huo, remember what you said back then… that they were bastards?”
He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of everyone. “I was wrong, honey. Can I get one and get three free?”
