drove into Jinhui Garden, one of Nanshen's most famous hotels. 。Fu Yan unintentionally heard that Huo Mingzheng and Shen Wei's engagement banquet was being held here.The manager, hearing that Huo Min..."How could Auntie Wang agree to... Ugh!"

"You'll slice the fish...ugh!"

Huo Mingzheng fed Yao Yan porridge spoonful by spoonful. As soon as she opened her mouth, a spoonful would be shoved in, leaving no room for her to say a complete sentence.

Until he fed her half a bowl, Huo Mingzheng stopped for fear she couldn't take it and would vomit later.

At this moment, a napkin was used to wipe the corner of her mouth.

After a moment, he spoke in a flat tone: "I didn't learn it from her."

Fu Yan wanted to ask him where he learned it, the flavor was so authentic. But Huo Mingzheng's face was cold and sullen, looking like he wouldn't answer her question.

She just couldn't understand why Huo Mingzheng wanted to learn how to cook rice porridge.

How could someone of his stature stoop to asking others for advice

That's because Li...

"What are you thinking about again" Huo Mingzheng interrupted her thoughts, and his movements as he wiped the corner of her mouth became rougher.

Fu Yan suddenly met his gaze and found that his face was even colder than before.

Huo Mingzheng threw down his napkin, "I'm full. I'm going to sleep. Wait for me when I get back at night."

She blurted out, "Where are you going"

As soon as she spoke, she regretted it. She was so excited that she asked Huo Mingzheng where he was going, and with Huo Mingzheng's mind, he must have been able to guess that she cared about where he was going, in order to make it easier for him to leave.

As expected, Huo Mingzheng sat back down and placed the bowl aside.

Fu Yan instinctively took a step back, but Huo Mingzheng stretched out his hand and lifted her up, placing her on his lap. His fingers pressed against her waist, his gaze fixed on her eyes. "Concerned about me"

He lifted her chin so she couldn't get away, "Hmm"

"What are you putting on!" Fu Yan was furious and slapped his hand away!

He already knew what she was thinking, yet he insisted on her confessing it aloud.

Ho Mingzheng smiled ambiguously, his thumb rubbing against her lips which were still red from his earlier rough actions, like delicate rose petals. He said meaningfully, "You're quite honest."

Fu Yan felt his warm, dry palm slowly move up from her waist to her abdomen.

Actually, last night, she felt Huo Mingzheng's hand pressed against her abdomen. It was very late, and she was so tired that she didn't hear clearly what he said.

He traced the hem of her shirt, slipping it open. He slid inside effortlessly, pressing against her flat stomach and rubbing gently.

"I forbid you from taking my child away again, and don't even try to let Ji Lin and Fu Hanlin take you away, especially Fu Hanlin."

"I don't want you to have any more contact with him. Since you quit his company, there's no need to see each other again."

He thought of the photo Cao Yuan had brought back from that house. It was her and Fu Hanlin in the garden, Fu Hanlin holding a rose and offering it to her. She lowered her eyes to accept it, sunlight dappling behind them both, beautiful like an oil painting.

He tore the photo to shreds on the spot and ordered that Fu Hanlin's house be demolished.

If he couldn't find her, would she have to spend the rest of her life with Fu Hanlin

Thinking of this, Huo Mingzheng's last vestiges of rationality were about to vanish.

Fu Yan's stubborn face was full of protest, "What right do you have to deprive me of my social rights!"

"You are the mother of my child." Huo Mingzheng's tone was unquestionable.

Fu Yan felt a sudden wave of suffocation. She took a deep breath, blinked her sour eyes, and uttered the words she thought were most embarrassing.

"In that case, you're still my father. If I said you shouldn't marry Li Qin"

A flash of light crossed Huo Mingzheng's eyes, but it was swallowed by darkness in an instant, leaving no trace.ration for when he turns 81.Old Mr. Huo's greatest passion was collecting antiques. He had an extensive collection of valuable and unique pieces. At his age, he no longer craved money or material pos...