te like a crawling dog, no one would dare to say anything because of his status and position."You write."Fu Yan was stunned. "How could I write""It's just about taking notes, not asking you to sign. A...Even when beating a dog, you should consider your owner

Fu Yan's heart clenched painfully, she couldn't help shivering, her steps unsteady as she took a step back.

Mr. Huo glanced at Huo Mingzheng, "That's true, but the Huo family has never had such a scandal in all these years. I'm shocked to hear it."

"It's just that the people below are too talkative, spreading every little thing to grandfather," Huo Mingzheng chuckled lightly. "Grandfather needn't take this small matter to heart; I will handle it myself."

Fu Yan retreated, failing to notice the flowerpot behind her. Her heel hit it with a bang, shattering the ceramic pot. A thick layer of yellow soil cracked open in the middle and scattered on the ground.

Her heart skipped a beat. The butler approached from the side, and she quickly lowered her head and turned to leave in a hurry.

"Who's that rustling about" Old Master Huo glared displeasure at the shadowy corner.

The housekeeper stopped, lifted her neck to look, and replied, "It seems like Miss Fu."

Huo Mingzheng was twirling a jade ring on his thumb.

The steward placed the tea before him, noticing the coldness in his eyes. He instinctively looked up, but all he saw was clarity in his gaze, without a hint of emotion.

Upon hearing the name Fu Yan, Old Master Huo frowned, but he quickly retracted his gaze, pretending not to care.

"To Huo Mingzheng, 'In a month you're getting engaged. The matter with Fu Ya is almost settled; don't cause a commotion at this juncture and ruin things.' "

Huo Mingzheng hummed in response, put down his teacup, and stood up.

His gaze lingered on the shattered flowerpot as he walked away.

"The young master knows his limits, sir, you can rest assured."

Old Master Huo picked up his teacup, "Out of all these children, I understand him the least."

The steward hesitated, "The second young master's thoughts are deep. If the eldest young master didn't..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore." He waved his hand, not wanting to continue the topic.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "We need to settle this matter with Fu's girl. Otherwise, the entire Huo family will be implicated."

......

Song Qingshuang was at home tonight, reclining on a beauty cushion while listening to music.

Hearing Fu Yan call her name, she squinted and looked over. Her gaze landed on something, causing her to sit up straight. She pointed at the back of Fu Yan's heel and asked, "What happened"

Fu Yan followed her gaze downwards.

The silk stockings on her lower legs were torn, with a web of cracks snaking all the way to her heel. A gash bled dirt-streaked blood, making her look utterly disheveled.

It should be from the flower pot shards just now.

Before that, she only felt cold and didn't notice the pain.

"It was an accident," Fu Yan kicked off her high heels and sat down on the sofa, pulling out a few tissues to dab at it.

Song Qing˪ couldn't help but frown, got up and shook off her hand, "Are you dirty or not What if it gets infected and leaves a scar"

Saying this, she called out to Liu Jie, the maid from the other courtyard, to bring iodine and cotton swabs. fake plot all the way through and even explained it to her.Coming to his senses, Huo Mingzheng asked, "Do you know the Du family of Yanjing City"The man pondered for a few seconds, “I have a vague re...