Chapter 3

Huo Mingzheng. I will never love you again!"Huo Mingzheng's dark eyes seemed to have something shatter within them. He looked at Fu Yan's face, which was so pale it was almost transparent, his lips mo...Song Qing霜 let Fu Yan stay at Huo Gongguan tonight. Huo Gongguan covers a large area, and the several courtyards of the old grandfather's female family members each have their own courtyard. The fifth house is the furthest from the main building.

Fu Yan refused. She hasn't lived here since she came of age.

Knowing her stubborn temper, Song Qing霜 didn't force her to stay. As she was leaving, she reminded her to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Just as she felt a twinge of maternal love, she heard Song Qing霜 say, “You look so pale from vomiting. You’re meeting people in a few days, how can this do First impressions are important, you understand”

"Alright, you should go get some rest. We can talk about this later."

Not wanting to hear her say these things anymore, Fu Yan pushed her into the side courtyard.

Song Qing霜 was furious. "Haven't you seen how the Huo family treats us If you don't fight back, I'll be completely humiliated!"

"Is it a matter of pride to marry into a wealthy family" Fu Yan opened her face in displeasure.

Knowing she was more easily persuaded with softness than firmness, Song Qing霜 held her hand and, for a moment, her eyes turned red. "You know my situation in the Huo family," she said, her voice laced with emotion. "Do you really want to see me humiliated and unable to hold my head high in this house"

Fu Yan couldn't bear to see Song Qing霜 shed tears. Her heart softened, "Let's talk about it in a few years. I don't have the heart for it now."

Finally loosening the corner of the wall, Song Qing霜 could seize the opportunity and strike back. "Men all love young women, especially those in this circle. They've seen it all, they know what kind of tricks to play. When marrying a wife, you want someone who is obedient, well-behaved, young, and beautiful."

She pulled Fu Yan and said, " Huo Mingzheng is considered one of the more clean-living kids in the circle, right He still can't escape the mundane."

Hearing Huo Mingzheng's name, Fu Yan's skin tingled with goosebumps. She wanted to leave but also wanted to hear about him.

"How is he"

Song Qing霜's words were like piercing through, "I heard that the old man introduced him to several partners, and he personally chose the youngest and most beautiful one."

She stood at the edge of the wind, her heart beating wildly.

When I left the Huo family mansion, it was already completely dark.

Autumn arrives early in Nancheng. A cool breeze sweeps through the evening, bringing a chill to the air.

She quickened her pace as she walked out. Huo Gong Guan was located on the outskirts of the city, with no subway station nearby and taxis requiring a walk to the main road outside. It would take about twenty minutes to get there.

As Fu Yan was halfway through her walk, the sound of a car horn came from behind her. She instinctively moved to the side, but the car stopped beside her.

"Miss Fu." The car window rolled down.

The driver was Huo Mingzheng's secretary, Cao Fang.

Fu Yan felt a chill run down her spine. She instinctively looked into the car.

The back row was pitch black, nothing could be seen.

Cao, the secretary, saw through her thoughts and explained, "Mr. Huo is still unable to leave the banquet, so I drove to pick you up."

Fu Yan was about to say it wasn't necessary, as this was the Huo family's territory and someone could see them at any moment.

Cao Fang raised a polite smile on his face and said, "Miss Fu, Mr. Huo instructed me to take you to the hospital. You don't feel well, so you need a checkup. Mr. Huo cares about you."

Huo Mingzheng is unlike someone who would be so considerate of her.

Fu Yan guessed what it was, and Cao Fang's next words confirmed her guess.

"Mr. Huo said that if it's an upset stomach, just have the doctor prescribe some medicine. If it's something else, we can make arrangements accordingly."

The rest...

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat, could she be pregnant

Then what did Cao Fang mean by the arrangements he mentioned

He would never let her get pregnant with his child.

Adding to this, he would need a wife by now, and if she were actually pregnant, it's easy to imagine what he'd do.

Fu Yan's whole body emerged from the cold water, soaked to the bone. She dared not think about the possibility of what might happen if it came true. The thought sent a chill down her spine, imagining the endless abyss she would fall into.

Cao Fang had already made all the arrangements. At the hospital, Fu Yan only needed to cooperate with the examination and also drew an extra tube of blood for a pregnancy test.

She sat listlessly on a chair in the hallway, her palms scratched by her nails. Time crawled by.

It was already late at night when I left the hospital.

Her blush deepened, and Fu Yan shivered. She sneezed twice in quick succession.

His nose was red, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. The wind blew, causing his thin body to shake like a willow branch about to break.

Cao Fang pulled open the rear car door, and Fu Yan gang took a step out. He looked back into the trunk and froze.

From her vantage point, she could only see the man's bent legs, his trousers pressed flat without a single wrinkle.

One hand rested on his lap, knuckles prominent, fingers pale yet imbued with a sense of power. Even the glint of metal from the watch reflected a cold, aristocratic sheen.

"Ms. Fu, get in the car," Cao Fang urged her.

It’s also a reminder that she has to take this car.

Fu Yan walked forward. Huo Mingzheng probably had a bit too much to drink, his tall frame leaned against the back of the chair, closing his eyelids. The car interior was dim, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows.

He is both handsome and sinister.

The suit jacket was thrown carelessly aside, the top two buttons of the black shirt undone.

From a long time ago, Fu Yan knew Huo Mingzheng looked best in black.

He had fair skin, but not the kind that was feminine. The black accentuated his noble and extraordinary aura, along with a wildness that seemed to break through taboos, making people's blood boil.

The color seemed to be tailor-made for him, and no other man could pull it off with the same flair.

Like night, like the abyss, it's mesmerizingly mysterious.

As soon as Fu Yan got into the carriage, someone snatched away her medicine bag.

"Don't worry, you're not pregnant." Fu Yan said her voice was choked with emotion.

Ho Mingzheng paused, his hand still clutching the bag. He casually flipped open the test results and replied in a flat tone, "Nothing is best."

Fu Yan couldn't describe how she felt, there was a lump of phlegm stuck in her throat.

When the lab results came out, she let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, there was a faint sense of disappointment in her heart. She was still struggling inside.

But now, that feeling of loss has almost vanished. Huo Mingzheng's words undoubtedly woke her up.

Don't even think about it.

She came to her senses, and Huo Mingzheng had already separated the medicine she needed, taking out a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and handing it to her.

"Take the medicine, don't vomit in my car."

Fu Yan didn't forget, Huo Mingzheng had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But she didn't explain either what she had vomited while at the Huo residence. What else could there possibly be left to vomit

I swallowed, my stomach growling with hunger.

Just finished taking my medicine, and my phone rang. It was Song Qing霜 calling.

Fu Yan originally didn't want to take it, afraid of what Song Qing霜 might say on the phone.

The ringtone kept ringing, and Huo Mingzheng seemed to frown impatiently.

Fu Yan was the only one who answered the phone.

"Yan Yan, have you gone to see the doctor yet"

The carriage was too quiet. Fu Yan intentionally pressed her phone closer to her ear, so Song Qing's voice wouldn't leak out.

"Fu Yan' hummed and said, "Gastroenteritis. I was given some medicine to take."

Song Qing霜 should be skincare, opened the hands-free, speaking in a loud voice.

"By the way, remember what I told you before Take good care of yourself these two days, get plenty of rest, and look your best. You guys meet on Saturday."

Fu Yan's eyes caught a glimpse of Huo Mingzheng. Her heart skipped a beat, and she nervously hung up the phone.

However, Song Qing霜's last sentence, "I guarantee the other party will like you," still came out of her phone.

When she was paying, he felt like sitting on pins and needles, and prayed he hadn't heard anything.

The carriage was eerily silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. As the train passed over the overpass bridge, tall streetlights cast their beams into the car, illuminating Huo Mingzheng's sharp profile.

Accompanied by a low chuckle.

"Blind date"ly surged onto the tarmac.Cao Yuan immediately grew alert, scanning his surroundings. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man at the head of the group, a man who was elegant, composed, and dignifie...