reluctant to part with her, hugging her leg and acting cute: "Yan Yan sister, when will you come again""Sister will come back next week," Fu Yan touched her head and squatted down, patiently explaini...That's just the kind of aura that makes him even more charming than usual.

He whispered, "Then as you wish."

Each word struck Li Qin's heart like a hammer, causing her heart to skip a beat. By the time she recovered, Huo Mingzheng had already reached the door of the ward.

Why did she receive this sentence, yet her heart inexplicably pounded It was as if she had grasped a lifeline, desperately asking him, "A-Zheng, have you ever liked me"

The man stopped, a chill at the corner of his lips. He didn't turn back as he said, "Don't you know if I ever liked you"

Li Qin's eyes were like two extinguished oil lamps, the light gone, shrouded in a thick fog, impenetrable.

"I am in your heart..."

Tears blurred her vision, and she saw the man's back disappear outside the door without even hearing a word from her.

Her actions prove she never truly entered his heart.

Li Qin leaned against the headboard, laughing and crying.

But no matter what, the future mistress of the Huo family will be her, and she will be Huo Mingzheng's legitimate wife!

......

It's already 6:30 in the morning, but because of the rain, the sky looks unusually gloomy, like it's around 4 or 5 o'clock.

Ho Mingzheng stood at the end of the corridor where the wind blew in, the cold wind carrying fine rain into the window. Raindrops clung to his eyelashes, and he blinked, the raindrops melting into his eyes, his gaze unfathomably cold and enchanting.

"What about her" he frowned.

Cao Fang replied, "Last night, Young Master Ji Er stayed by Miss Fu's bedside. Miss Fu fell asleep later."

Wherever Ji Lin is, she always feels at ease. She trusts Ji Lin more than anyone else.

This was Huo Mingzheng's previous idea.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, leaned sideways and lit a cigarette. The nicotine rolled into his lungs, his alveoli aching like they were pricked by needles. He didn't even frown, then took another puff, tormenting himself in an almost pathological way.

At first, she trusted him very much. On New Year's Eve, they flew to Guangcheng together. In the crowded flower street, she held onto his sleeve tightly and wouldn't let go. She would sleep in his study without any hesitation, with no guard whatsoever, even more trusting than Ji Lin.

He had never truly taken the time to understand, but if he had been a little more observant, put aside his prejudices, he would have discovered that Fu Yan carefully hid a secret in her heart.

This was Fu Yan's previous idea.

Now, she probably doesn't trust him anymore.

This is all his own doing, isn't it

He shook the ash off his cigarette and asked with a knowing look, "Ready"

Cao Fang nodded, "Everything is prepared, and we've also made arrangements over there."

He took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Huo Mingzheng, “By the way, this was Miss Fu’s, left behind in the previous ward.”

After he finished speaking, he left.

Ho Mingzheng took out his phone, clicked it open, and the screen jumped once, prompting him to enter his password.

He didn't know Fu Yan's phone password. Even during the two years they lived together, he had never seen her phone.

After a few seconds' hesitation, he inputted his birthday with one hand.

Unlocked Successfully.

A sharp, bitter taste filled his chest, and Huo Mingzheng's breath hitched in his throat.

She usually uses facial recognition to unlock, she hardly ever uses a password, so the password is still kept as the original one.

Fu Yan's everyday life is very simple. Her phone doesn't have any messy apps, and the interface is clean.

He opened WeChat, she hadn't chatted with anyone this whole time, afraid he would track her down. Her last chat time was the day she left Nancheng.

He didn't open the chat window.

With a swipe of my thumb, I accidentally hit the favorites folder.

Two photos in his collection jumped out at him.

His finger twitched, as if it had been burned.

He stared at the pregnancy test stick and ultrasound photos, his gaze fixed for a long time without moving away. He didn't even notice that the cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the end.'t many flowers this season, and the previous few had already withered.Fu Hanlin's house is well-located, in a secluded yet convenient spot. It offers good privacy, while being within easy reach of bu...