wasn't quite a smile.Fu Yan was someone who understood how to endure and bear grudges. When she took it from him, his tone was completely nonchalant, like he was saying, "Good cooperation," after tak...The house was dark. Huo Mingzheng stood against the light, his silhouette tall and imposing, a sense of pressure unique to him instantly overwhelming her.

Fu Yan believed that he hadn't had enough and wanted to continue with her. She hurriedly put down the water bottle, threw back the covers, and rolled into the bed, her movements smooth and effortless.

The man watched her every move, his expression unreadable in the dim light. He only said quietly, “Get up.”

"I'm going to sleep, Mr. Huo can bear with it if he still wants anything. I have to work tomorrow, no, during the day."

She stubbornly gripped the sheets. It was already three thirty in the morning, and even though she was hungry enough to keep her awake, closing her eyes for a little nap wouldn't hurt.

Ho Mingzheng let out a cold snort and walked toward her.

Fu Yan's tightly grasped corner was easily pulled away, and then he bent down and picked her up.

Ho Mingzheng's hug was rather casual, and she felt particularly insecure about whether she would fall or not. Out of instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said in a near-bargaining tone: "Could you please let go"

"What do you think" Huo Mingzheng lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

Fu Yan clenched her fingers, but after passing through the master bedroom, Huo Mingzheng didn't pull her inside. Instead, he walked straight to the dining room.

There was a bowl of noodles on the table.

She was taken aback.

Huo Mingzheng put her on the dining chair. "Eat and then sleep."

Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of her, with a familiar recipe, Fu Yan's feelings were complicated. She finally understood her previous confusion. It turned out that all the noodles she had eaten before were cooked by Huo Mingzheng.

Then why would he lie to her and say it was Cao Fang who cooked it

The strange feeling in her heart grew stronger and stronger. She listlessly picked up her chopsticks to eat the noodles.

Ho Mingzheng took a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass, pulled out the chair opposite Fu Yan's, and sat down, savoring the wine gracefully.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too eerie.

Fu Yan buried her head in her noodles, Huo Mingzheng kindly reminded her, "If you still want to sleep, don't eat too much."

Not knowing how to respond, Fu Yan subconsciously asked him, "Is all you know how to cook is noodles"

She could swear to the heavens that it was just a casual question, but Huo Mingzheng seemed to misunderstand her, thinking she was criticizing his constant eating of noodles.

"What else would you like to eat" The man swirled the red wine in his glass, his gaze lingering on her flawless white skin.

She lowered her eyes, “The noodles are very good.”

Huo Mingzheng finished his red wine, got up, and went to the master bedroom. Fu Yan thought he was asleep, but a few minutes later, he walked out dressed neatly.

Originally, he wanted to leave.

This is the correct way to open it, they each take what they need, that's the essence of this deal.

"My mom..." She hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Huo Mingzheng put on his coat, his eyes unreadable. "I'll handle it."

She nodded.

The man stopped walking, looked back at her, and said, "No more birth control pills, understand"

Fu Yan clenched her chopsticks, still the same question, "What if I'm pregnant"

Ho Mingzheng pursed his lips, his face becoming increasingly dark and sullen. He said vaguely, "I'll only eat this once, afterwards I will take precautions."

After that...

Having thought about this for a long time, she had always wanted to leave the Huo family. The past two weeks, she had submitted her resume to companies in other cities online, preparing to wait until she passed an interview and her work situation stabilized before taking her mother there with her.

After Uncle Ho's death, his marriage to mother automatically dissolved, and they were no longer considered members of the Ho family.

She didn't want others to talk about her and her daughter as parasites of the Huo family behind their backs anymore.

I didn't expect my mother to have an accident suddenly. Now that she's relying on Huo Mingzheng, this plan can only be postponed for now.

Soon after Huo Mingzheng left, Fu Yan returned to her guest room and took a nap. Fortunately, she had set an alarm before going to sleep so she wouldn't oversleep.mbers that were rare in South City were all held by the Huo family, and this car was one of them.A shadow spread across Huo Mingzheng's eyes.Elder Huo, supported by his personal assistant, got out of...