After the Divorce, Miss Su Stuns the World

Chapter 1: The Husband After Three Years - After the Divorce, Ms. Su Wanqing Stuns the World A funeral procession wound its somber way through a suburban Beijing cemetery. Draped head-to-toe in unrelieved black, **Su Wanqing** stood beside her father’s portrait, her gaze **hollow**, her spirit **adrift**. She mechanically accepted condolences from his former associates on his behalf. "Ms. Su, please accept our deepest sympathies," someone murmured gently. Su Wanqing’s eyes reddened, a raw ache tightening her throat as she offered a **hoarse** acknowledgment. Just over a month prior, the Su Corporation had collapsed utterly. Her father, **succumbing** to the shock, suffered a catastrophic brain hemorrhage. Efforts to save him proved **futile**. The once-mighty Su family, a **pillar** of Beijing's business elite, had crumbled overnight—a **cautionary tale** whispered with **somber disbelief**. Yet, Su Wanqing’s own stature still commanded **deference**. She was not merely the **scion** of the Su family; she was the wife of **Huo Yan**, the **formidable** CEO of the Huo Group, whose very name **sent tremors** through the business world. Huo Yan’s **ruthless** acumen was legendary. In mere years, the empire he forged had ascended with **meteoric force**, becoming the **undisputed titan** of the capital. **Underestimating** Huo Yan was an **unthinkable folly**. The funeral rites stretched into the afternoon. Furtive glances were cast towards the entrance, but Huo Yan remained **conspicuously absent**. As the ceremony neared its **inevitable** conclusion, a sleek black sedan finally glided to a halt before the cemetery gates. The driver swiftly opened the rear door. Huo Yan emerged. The **impeccable** gleam of his leather shoes striking the pavement seemed to echo with a **chilling finality**. His gaze lifted, revealing a face of **striking, sculpted beauty**, yet utterly **devoid** of warmth—**carved from ice**. *He came!* Three years. Three years since Su Wanqing had last laid eyes on her husband. That their reunion would transpire at her father's funeral was a **cruel, bitter irony**. Every other mourner bore flowers—a final tribute. Huo Yan arrived **empty-handed**. "Huo Yan." The **jarring** sound came from the sedan's opposite side. The door swung open, and a **stunning** woman, luminous in a **scandalously crimson gown**, alighted. A **radiant** smile graced her lips as she glided to Huo Yan's side, **delicately** threading her arm through his. "Shall I accompany you?" At the sight of her, the **arctic chill** in Huo Yan's expression **thawed infinitesimally**. A **ghost** of a smile touched his lips. "Unnecessary. The atmosphere within is **hardly congenial**. Wait for me here." "Very well. Do return swiftly," the woman replied, her eyes **sparkling like captured stars**. Rising onto her toes, she **brazenly** pressed a kiss to his cheek. The gesture struck Su Wanqing like a **physical blow**, a **searing brand** of humiliation on this day of mourning. Her father's funeral! This woman dared to appear in **vibrant scarlet** and publicly lay claim to her husband? Su Wanqing **clenched** her fists, nails biting deep into her palms, the sharp pain a desperate anchor against the **rising tide** of fury and despair. She **will** herself into an **illusion** of composure. Meanwhile, Huo Yan had begun his approach. The measured tread of his shoes on the stone steps resonated with a **nerve-shattering precision**. He stopped before her, his **penetrating**, **dispassionate** gaze **scorching** her skin like **white-hot needles**. His imposing height and the **palpable aura** of dominance he exuded made the very air feel **oppressive**, stealing Su Wanqing’s breath. "Three years vanished, and you’ve lost your tongue?" His voice was a **low, dangerous rumble**. "Why are you here?" Her body was a **taut wire**, every instinct screaming that his presence boded nothing but ill. "Why?" A **mirthless** smile curved Huo Yan's lips, the coldness in his eyes **deepening to glacial depths**. "I came, naturally, to pay my respects to my **suddenly departed** father-in-law." Su Wanqing’s face drained of all color. Huo Yan was forced to concede internally: Su Zhenfeng’s daughter was **undeniably exquisite**. Three years had only **heightened** her allure. Her **luminous** eyes, **ablaze** with fury now, fixed on him. The unshed tears **glistening** within them held a **potent** vulnerability, the kind that could **unsettle** any man’s resolve. Had she not been the progeny of his sworn enemy, perhaps a different future could have bloomed between them. *No.* Had that not been the case, he would never have bound himself to Su Wanqing. He had wedded this woman for one purpose alone: **vengeance**. Vengeance against Su Zhenfeng, that **wretched**, **duplicitous** wretch, a man **devoid of conscience**. "Everyone. Out." Huo Yan’s long fingers **idly** loosened his tie. The **imperious** command brooked no argument. The remaining attendees **scattered instantly**, unwilling to risk the **tempest** gathering around the formidable Huo Yan. In moments, the space was **eerily** vacant save for Su Wanqing. She opened her mouth, a question forming on her lips—*What do you want?* Before the words could escape, **excruciating** pain **lanced** through her wrist. He grabbed her.