tenderness.From the moment she learned that Huo Mingzheng was getting engaged to the present day, the emotions she had been desperately trying to suppress seemed to be sprouting like seedlings. Even..."What is it" The wind blew past, tousling Fu Yan's hair.

When Huo Yuan saw her, he looked up and said, "You're bowing your head."

"Hmm"

"Lower your head a little." Huo Yuan sighed and repeated softly.

Although Fu Yan didn't know what he wanted to do, she lowered her head as instructed.

When Huo Yuan raised his hand, his index finger gently flicked, dislodging the hair tangled around the button on his overcoat.

His hair fell like silken strands, smoothly flowing from his fingertips.

From a young age, Huo Yuan had always been the pride of heaven. As the eldest grandson of the Huo family, there was no doubt that he would inherit the position of patriarch in the future.

Especially since grandpa was getting old, my father went into politics, my second uncle was a university professor, my third uncle devoted himself to research, my fourth uncle was mediocre, and my fifth uncle passed away when he was still young due to health issues.

The future of the Huo family, all of a sudden, rested solely on his shoulders.

It is both an honor and a responsibility.

Unfortunately, a sudden car accident changed the course of his life.

During that period of depression and despair, he lived in the shadows, unable to walk. His temper also changed drastically.

Once a dashing young master, he is now depressed and gloomy.

But he didn't harm anyone, he just wouldn't eat or drink, and he couldn't bring himself to be interested in anything.

Suddenly one day, the girl whom he had always treated as a child carefully came to his side to take care of him, attending to his food, clothing, shelter, and transportation in an orderly manner.

He watched her grow up, and he didn't criticize her too much. He chased her away a few times but when she wouldn't leave, he gave up.

If not for the bowl of porridge, if not for her scalded back, his heart wouldn't have rippled.

Although he later knew that everything she did was to help him recover, cooperate with treatment, and make a positive recovery, so that Huo Mingzheng wouldn't have to give up his dream of attending military academy for the sake of inheriting the family business.

She likes Huo Mingzheng so much.

Although he knows everything.

He had a faint scent of flowers on him, which made Fu Yan inexplicably feel different, as if vitality was invading her.

She was slightly taken aback and instinctively pressed her hand to her hair, also straightening her back.

"Big brother..."

When Huo Yuan let go of his hand, he said, "It's nothing, go on."

Aji pushed Huo Yuan's wheelchair onto the bus, and the door closed.

"Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo went to Yanjing for a business trip and will be back in about two or three days."

Ho Yuan replied with a faint "hmm."

He glanced at Fu Yan through the car window, gave a slight smile, and motioned for his bodyguard to drive.

He didn't use the driver that Huo Gongguan had arranged for him, he used his own bodyguard instead.

"Mr. Huo's going to Yanjing, he'll most likely seek out the Liang family. Aren't you worried about that..."

Huo Yuan's smile was faint, "What am I worried about A-Zheng and the head of the Liang family are good brothers, their relationship is even better than mine, his cousin. It's only natural for A-Zheng to go find him, isn't it"

...But...

"It's nothing." Huo Yuanshi interrupted him.

As Fu Yan watched Huo Yuan get into his car, she returned to her own vehicle. Her car drove towards the Ji residence villa.

Ahead was a red light. Fu Yan returned to the memory of Huo Yuan's actions just now, and a strange feeling crossed her heart.

It seems different from before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

She shook her head. She must have had a nightmare last night, or maybe she was just hallucinating.

When they arrived at the Ji family's villa, Fu Yan followed Ji Qing to accompany Ji Lin back to his room.

The shelves in the living room were lined with various certificates of honor and trophies.

One whole wall of shelving is a testament to Ji Lin's illustrious career.

Trophies and medals of all shapes and sizes surround an empty shelf.lor, his tie was tied high and his bowtie sat neatly at the base of his stiff collar. His hair was meticulously styled, and under it, his eyes were dark and cold.He tugged at his tie with one hand, "W...