emotion crossed his eyes. Li Qin smiled and went up to him, straightening the collar of his coat. "You came out just in time, Lao Luo said dinner is ready.""Didn't you say you were coming at eight thi...Fu Yan believed that Huo Mingzheng was just talking, and besides, how could he possibly know how to braid hair

She sat still, afraid to move.

Outside the flower hall, one could hear the servants talking. The butler was directing them to move the camellia bushes to the right.

The air in the flower hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The sound of breathing, getting more and more erratic, came from somewhere.

Fu Yan's hand was clammy, her breath shallow and uneven. A nameless anxiety spread through her chest, her brows furrowed, eyes downcast, a mixture of sorrow and complexity in their depths.

She was nervous, but he was calm.

She was the one who was destined to be controlled by emotions from the start.

Finally unable to bear the psychological pressure, Fu Yan stood up from her chair. Coincidentally, Huo Mingzheng inserted the other end of the hairpin into his hair.

She turned around, her features delicate and beautiful, like the misty rain-soaked smoke-wreathed Jiangnan. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and allure, unexpectedly catching Huo Mingzheng's gaze.

A smile spread across his eyes. "Not ugly."

Fu Yanbie turned her gaze away, "Second brother's hands are really skillful, taught well by Sister Li Qin."

Compared to other young masters in Nancheng, Huo Mingzheng was considered a clean and upright individual. He had no scandalous girlfriends or gossip surrounding him. Even when he was on a business trip abroad, someone tried to bring a woman to his bed, but he immediately got angry and caused quite a scene.

From beginning to end, he only had Li Qin as a woman besides his two years together. He also only had Li Qin as a legitimate girlfriend.

"It was my mother who taught me," Huo Mingzheng lifted his hand to tidy the stray hairs by her ear, "She liked to braid hair. She was a pianist but clumsy with her hands. When I was little, she taught me and my father step-by-step."

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat, "Has she told you what the meaning of braiding hair for a woman is"

Huo Mingzheng's eyebrows were deep and dark as ink, his voice hoarse: "What is it"

Fu Yan pursed her lips, a sour taste rising in her heart. She shook her head and whispered, "I don't know either."

The servants have moved the flower pots and left one after another until there was no sound outside.

Fu Yan took down her hairpin, and her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making her face even more exquisite and beautiful, captivating the heart.

Her eyes seemed to hold tears, or perhaps it was just the light from outside the window.

"Erge, from now on don't braid other people's hair anymore."

The hairpin was placed on the table, she turned and ran out of the nearest door.

Song Qing霜 was waiting for her on the sofa in the living room on the first floor. Seeing her come back, she immediately stood up and said, “What did your second brother ask you to do”

But she saw that Fu Yan's eyes were red.

She was startled and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong Did your second brother scold you"

Fu Yan pursed her lips and shook her head, tears welling up and streaming down her cheeks.

Song Qingxiang was so frightened that she was at a loss. She knew her daughter best; she had an iron will and rarely shed tears, let alone cried with such a pear blossom in the rain look.

The person who had never cried in her eyes suddenly did so, and Song Qing霜 felt a pang of sympathy.

What's wrong

Fu Yan shook her head and pushed her away, "I'm tired, I'm going upstairs to sleep first."

Song Qing霜 looked at her back, her heart was in turmoil. She turned to go out and see if she could find out something.

"Mom!" Fu Yan stood on the stairs with her back to her. "Don't ask, it's my own problem, it has nothing to do with others."

Song Qing霜 stood still, hesitated for a few seconds, and agreed to her: "Okay, I won't ask."

What's wrong

Could it be that the antique shop owner, Fu Yao, was rude and got scolded by Huo Mingzheng

Even if a dignified woman like Huo Jing was publicly scolded by Huo Mingzheng, she would still struggle to maintain her composure and burst into tears. Let alone someone as proud as Fu Yan, who definitely wouldn't be able to tolerate Huo Mingzheng's reprimands.s den, but a strange bloodiness hung about him, as if it were her delusion.As soon as he lowered his head, she saw a bruise of purplish-blue along the edge of his cheekbone where his mask didn't quite...