g's patience tonight was exceptional. His relentless questioning, refusing to let up until he got an answer, left her feeling intimidated. A strong sense of pressure washed over her.At this time, Fu...“If it wasn’t you or Fu Jing, last night…”

"There's no if and buts about it," the man interrupted her.

She looked at the man's emotionless eyes, her heart sinking to the bottom of the valley in an instant. She had already guessed what it was, "Is it Shen Wei"

Huo Mingzheng lit a cigarette, the smoke billowing out as he slowly spoke, "Didn't I say last time that this wouldn't be an exception"

Fu Yan's eyes stung with tears, she turned her head to look out the window.

This room's windows face the backyard. She came here in spring, where a large patch of expensive roses was planted. They were unnamed varieties, and the colors were beautiful, like they had been painted with rouge.

She nodded, her throat tightening, and gave a small, strained "Sorry."

He turned and went to his master bedroom walk-in closet, finding the suit that had been given to him by Spring. Although it was now deep autumn, he could manage to wear it.

Dressed in..., his vision suddenly blurred, tears splattering onto the wooden floor, forming puddles.

No matter what she said, Huo Mingzheng didn't believe her.

Last night's banquet was hosted by the Ji family. Ji Qing appeared in front of everyone, and no one dared to touch her.

Although first impressions can be deadly, her gut feeling was Shen Wei.

Ho Mingzheng is known for being protective, Shen Wei is his fiancee.

Even if it were true, would he dispose of Shen Wei for her

No.

She knew.

After she had calmed down, she went to the bathroom to wash up and discovered a pinprick on her elbow.

If it weren't for her fair skin, it would be nearly impossible to tell.

She went downstairs to ask Huo Mingzheng, the man gave her a blood test report, "He drew Qin Heng's after you fell asleep, see if there are any drug residues left in your body."

All indicators on the test report are normal.

Thank you, Mr. Huo.

Fu Yan put away the test results and turned to leave. She had only taken two steps when she started feeling dizzy, a wave of nausea washing over her. A cold sweat broke out on her back. It was low blood sugar. It was already afternoon, and she hadn't eaten anything all day.

The man encircled her limp body from behind, rebuking her in a low voice, "You have the temper of a mule, you'll suffer the consequences sooner or later!"

Fu Yan was pinned to the dining chair, a glucose supplement shoved into her mouth. A bowl of congee and some side dishes were pushed before her. "Qin Heng said you should eat something light,"

She didn't have much of an appetite at first, but the small dishes in front of her looked quite appetizing, especially the cucumber slices and cold salad.

She took a bite and found it acceptable, then had a second mouthful. When she came to her senses, half the bowl of congee was gone.

Ho Mingzheng sat across from her, calmly sipping his tea.

"I'm full." She put down her chopsticks.

The man grunted, "Cao Yuan will send you back"

There's no taxi here, and I don't have any money to pay even if there was.

Ho Mingzheng handed her something. She looked down and saw it was her contract.

"Are you really sure" the man said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Fu Yan was someone who understood the importance of bearing grudges and being tolerant. When he took it from me, his tone was completely that of someone who would just shrug off responsibility and act nonchalant, "Nice doing business with you."

As expected, the next second Huo Mingzheng's face darkened, his eyes warning: "Be polite."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huo," Fu Yan smiled, "My temper is really bad, I don't know how to speak nicely."

Just as she sat down in the car, her phone rang. It was from the old house.

Song Qing霜 rarely uses a landline to contact her.

She hastily picked up the phone. It was Liu Jie's anxious voice: "Miss, Madam didn't come back last night and her phone is turned off."actively, "Hello, Manager Huang."Mr. Huang grasped Fu Yan's hand with a strength that went beyond social etiquette, "Miss Fu is very beautiful."Fu Yan's lips were sealed tight, passing off the joke wi...