an before."Just a mere Fu Yanhe and Song Qing霜, is it worth your trouble to mobilize so many people and turn the entire South City upside down"“How do I know if they escaped from Nancheng and took val...After dinner, Fu Yan walked around the villa to aid digestion.

Since she's already been brought here, she wouldn't act like a crying, desperate wretch.

Huomingzheng only gave her a new "golden house" to hide her in, he didn't imprison her.

This place functions the same way as the previous "House of Noble Ones".

As we were walking, it suddenly started to drizzle.

Fù Yānzheng was just about to go inside to take shelter from the rain when suddenly two beams of headlights shone over, blinding her. She instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.

The car stopped in front of her, and the lights turned off.

Her eyes softened for a moment before she could see clearly.

The car door opened, Huo Mingzheng got out of the car, holding a large black umbrella, and strode towards her with long legs.

"Stomach ache and rain"

Saying that, he pulled someone under the umbrella.

Fu Yan stumbled and bumped into his chest, hard and solid. She touched her forehead that had been bruised from the impact.

Raindrops drifted into her umbrella, and she sneezed.

She thought Huo Mingzheng wouldn't come tonight.

The next second, the man encircled her waist, keeping her firmly confined under the umbrella.

A familiar scent invaded Fu Yan's nostrils, her blood boiling with a searing pain. She tried to ignore the unique scent that belonged to him, but it was too domineering, inescapable, relentlessly piercing through her.

Lan Sao greeted them at the entrance, "Mr. Huo, oh Miss Fu, how did you get caught in the rain Your body now..."

"I'm fine." Fu Yan interrupted her.

Ho Mingzheng gave Cao Fang his umbrella and instructed Lan Sao, “Bring a dry towel.”

Ho Mingzheng grabbed Fu Yan and sat her down on the sofa. He took a dry towel and covered her head, rubbing it for a few times.

Actions and brushing dog fur are not much different.

Before, Huo Mingzheng raised a sheepdog. He used to brush the dog's fur like this, but later the dog went missing and couldn't be found.

Fu Yan pulled away irritably.

He covered her head with the towel again and said in a deep voice, "Even a dog is more obedient than you."

He combed her hair while asking, “Why aren’t you staying home properly”

Fu Yan looked at the slippers, "I'm going for a walk."

Suddenly, Huo Mingzheng's hand pressed against her lower abdomen. Fu Yan froze, her body instinctively tensing up.

"Does it hurt" he asked in a low voice.

Cold sweat slid down Fu Yan's spine. Huo Mingzheng didn't know that under his fingertips, a new life was being nurtured, their child.

She forced herself to say, "A little."

He moved the towel aside. Fu Yan's hair was tousled from being rubbed by his hand, and in the light, her delicate skin looked smooth and moist, fair with a hint of pink, like a just-picked peach.

This makes you want to take a bite.

A man's warm, dry palm cupped her face, and he lowered his head to kiss her softly, his voice a husky murmur: "From now on, you're not allowed to take birth control pills anymore."

Cao Fang and Lan Sao, as well as the bodyguard, had already left the living room.

Fu Yan lowered her eyes, the man's gaze swept over her from head to toe, landing on her moist lips. His Adam's apple bobbed, his palm pressed tightly against the back of her neck, he leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers, savoring the sweetness that was uniquely hers.

Maybe it was Fu Yan's illusion, but she always felt that Huo Mingzheng tonight was very different from usual, as if a contradiction, one side gave her warmth, the other side like a storm.

He kissed her urgently and fiercely, as if he wanted to crush her into his arms.

Fu Yan worried that he would notice something, furrowed her brows and took a sharp breath.

He finally let go of her lips, the emotions in his eyes still swirling. "Is your stomach hurting"

Fuyan bit her lips, which were slightly swollen from the kiss, and her heart pounded in her chest nervously. "Yes,"

He stroked her waist absentmindedly, letting out a low hum from his nose.

Luckily, he stopped himself at the brink. He let go of Fu Yan's hand and lips, but his hand still held her waist, controlling her to sit on his lap.

Fu Yan struggled to get up, Huo Mingzheng pressed her down and wouldn't let her go. "You're still hating me for plotting against you"

He Mingzheng's eyes were too sharp, she was afraid of saying the wrong thing. She decided to stay silent.

But her silence in his eyes was the anger that refused to be spoken.

He raised his left hand and touched her soft hair, “Be good, listen to me, stay by my side, and I won’t hold it against you.”

Right now, Fu Yan only wanted to escape. She would wait for Ji Lin to find her a safe place, and then she would leave Nancheng, leave the Huo family, and leave Huo Mingzheng.

At this juncture, one absolutely cannot afford to displease Huo Mingzheng.

But Huo Mingzheng knew her too well. Her personality was one of unwavering resistance, and it was impossible to get her to comply obediently with just a few words.

"Can you let Li Qin leave"

She clearly felt the man's hand on her waist pause.

She feigned dejection, but a hollow, unreal feeling washed over her, making her soul and body feel as if they were about to split apart. She couldn't tell if it was an illusion or genuine emotion.

She seized this pretext of anger to get up from the man's legs and turn towards the stairs.

A WeChat message came from my phone.

My fiancé and I are getting married next spring. I hope you will bless us.

Followed by a smiley face emoji full of happiness.

She looked a few times, only feeling her vision blur for a moment, unable to even make out the words. When her vision cleared again, there was only one line left on the screen: {The other party has retracted}.

Then Li Qin sent a message: "I'm so sorry, Yan Yan. I sent the wrong message. Did I disturb you"

Today is January 1st, New Year's Day. Fireworks are bursting all over the streets and alleys. Even from Mingyu Mansion, one can hear the intermittent explosions. Amidst the city's hustle and bustle, she sits alone in a quiet corner, lost in contemplation.

She snuggled deep under the covers in bed. Even though the floor heating was on, she couldn't warm up at all.

Suddenly, a warm chest pressed against my back.

She stiffened.

"Cold"

His low voice brushed against her, like a blade cutting through her heart.

Fu Yan moved.

"

Don't move.

"

The man's warm, dry palm pressed against her abdominal skin, making Fu Yan's eyes sting with unshed tears. it seemed that the department's facade manager was going to be replaced. 。Until Duan manager appeared, clenching his fist against his lips and giving a light cough. 。Only then did the discussions su...