fter her in high heels."How rude!" she tugged at Fu Yan's arm.Fu Yan walked forward with determination. Song Qing霜 tried to pull her back, but it was like pulling a stubborn donkey. Instead, Fu Yan us..."No matter what you ask, it's no." Fu Yan glared at him, pushing his chest hard.

He gently clasped her hand in his, pressing it against his chest. "Alright," he said softly, "if you say there's nothing, then I'll pretend there is nothing."

Fu Yan couldn't help but frown.

Huo Mingzheng gently smoothed his hand over her brows, smoothing out the wrinkles between them. "Don't frown, I won't say anything if you're unhappy."

Fu Yan raised her hand to pry his away, but he easily grasped her other hand as well, holding both in a tight grip. His left hand rested against the back of her neck.

His movements were swift, in the blink of an eye, Fu Yan was pressed against the wall by him.

The moment she struggled, Huo Mingzheng's warm lips came down and covered hers, grinding against them. After a fierce assault, he changed from his initial ferocity to gentleness, slowly pulling away from her lips and gently sucking on her lower lip.

"Lao Shu is getting older, so he can't help but nag. If you find him bothersome, I'll fire him."

"I didn't find him annoying."

Fu Yan subconsciously spoke.

A flicker of light, as fine as shards of glass, passed through Huo Mingzheng's eyes.

When she paid the bill, Fu Yan realized that Huo Mingzheng had dug another hole for her.

He lifted her chin directly, and before pressing his lips to hers, he murmured in a husky voice, “You accepted what he said. Yan Yan, you can choose not to forgive me easily, but don't give up on me, I would truly go crazy.”

At the moment their lips met, Fu Yan turned her head away. She stared at the banister, panting heavily.

Huo Mingzheng didn't force her, he stroked her long hair, "I went to the hospital, I might be back very late tonight. If you're afraid of nightmares, have Lao Luo call me."

......

The rain in Nancheng turned into a drizzle by afternoon, but it started to pour again in the evening.

Li Qin sat on the sofa in the master bedroom, getting up several times to look out the window at the rain. The landscaping lights in the courtyard cast a green glow on the shrubs, and the rain fell from the sky like silver arrows.

The green light shone on her pale, lifeless face, like a mask devoid of life.

It is already eleven o'clock at night.

Three hours ago, Qicè called. She didn't answer.

Even with three phone calls, she still didn't answer.

She thought he would keep fighting endlessly, until he could no longer fight.

But after three phone calls, Qi Ce never called her again, as if he had suddenly ended it.

There is no news there either.

Just as she stood by the window lost in thought, her mind a blank, the door to the master bedroom was knocked on.

She suddenly snapped out of her daze and realized that she was freezing cold. Her palms were dry, yet unnaturally chilled, as if a bone-deep chill seeped into her, threatening to freeze the slow flow of blood in her veins.

"Come in."

She thought it was a nanny.

The door opens.

The reflection in the glass window was a tall and imposing figure, with deep, dark eyebrows.

She turned to him with delight, "A-zheng!"

She looked at the man in front of her, the one she had been thinking about day and night. Overjoyed, tears welled up in her eyes as she quickened her pace to meet him, "A-Zheng, you're finally here to see me. I thought you didn't care..."

Ho Mingzheng silently looked at her for a moment, his thin lips moved, his voice was cold.

"Qi Ce is dead." smiled."Ask me to have dinner at Fu's house on the weekend."Song Qing霜 covered her chest and gasped, "God has opened his eyes, truly God has opened his eyes, my daughter is about to marry into the Fu...