eted them one by one. Among them, there was a boy who was only seventeen years old. He was sweet-mouthed and called Fu Yan "Sister."Fu Yan's face turned red, and Ji Lin chuckled as he approached her..........

As the streetlamps flickered to life, illuminating the bustling streets with neon hues, Fu Yan stepped out of her car. A sudden gust of wind sent a shiver down her spine.

The evening gown was too thin, and even with a shawl over it, she couldn't withstand the cold wind.

Fu Hanlin gentlemanly extended his hand to her, she was taken aback for a moment, then calmly linked her arm with his.

"Is it cold"

Fu Yan's left hand gently touched the shawl draped across her chest, "A little."

Fu Hanlin's footsteps paused slightly. Fu Yan guessed what he was going to do and hurriedly said, "There is heating in the banquet hall, we'll be there soon. I can bear it for a while."

"Getting frostbite counts as a work injury." Fu Hanlin smiled and diffused the situation.

"President Fu, please rest assured, I will persevere."

Fu Hanlin scanned her face, which was meticulously made up, without a hint of expression.

The crimson gown enveloped her like a rose, she was the most dazzling pearl of the night. To call her a fairy would be an understatement; she was more like a silent, enchanting sorceress who captured hearts without making a sound.

The charity gala was held in an old castle on the outskirts of town. The castle was built by European missionaries in the last century and, after the founding of the nation, it changed hands several times until it ended up in the hands of the Qi family, who are the hosts of tonight's charity gala.

Fù Yán wore a ruby red strapless mermaid gown tonight. It was elegant and cool with a hint of retro, perfectly blending into the thick cultural background of the castle.

The waiter pushed open the door. When Fu Yan held onto Fu Hanlin and walked in, everyone who had been toasting and chatting stopped at once.

Fu Yan smiled and took off her shawl, handing it to the attendant.

A strapless gown design accentuates the elegance of the shoulder and neck line, with hair styled high on top of the head, revealing a particularly delicate and captivating face.

Fu Hanlin calmly scanned the crowd, nodding slightly, and strode in with Fu Yan.

Expressions of astonishment, jealousy, admiration, or amusement flickered in the eyes of the crowd.

"Who is that person beside Fu Hanlin I haven't seen them before."

"This is the first time I've seen Fu Hanlin bring a female companion in so many years, and she’s stunningly beautiful."

There was a very small voice, "I know, that's Fu Yan. It is said that she is very skilled and knows how Huo Mingzheng got hurt"

"Wasn't it the Chen family who did this Could there be something more to it"

That day, I was in the midst of intoxication, and with my own eyes, I saw that Huo Mingzheng saved her.

Someone in the crowd gasped.

The ward was exceptionally quiet at night.

He Mingzheng came out of the bathroom, struggling to put on his hospital gown, when his phone on the bedside table rang.

Is the sound of a WeChat notification.

He paused for a moment, then walked over and picked up his phone with his left hand, sliding it to unlock.

It was a message sent in a WeChat group chat exclusive to their circle. There were only nine people in the group, apparently created by Qi Ce, and Qin Heng had pulled him in.

Someone posted a picture and tagged him.

Uncle, is this your cousin Fu Yan She's getting more and more beautiful. Almost everyone here is talking about her. Some people are even trying to find out more about her privately, I guess they want to pursue her.

Ho Mingzheng frowned and clicked on the picture.

Fu Yan wore a crimson strapless evening gown, which highlighted her figure perfectly. She was showing off every curve in all the right places. Beside her stood Fu Hanlin in a black suit, looking composed and elegant.

The phone screen suddenly went dark, the black screen reflecting Huo Mingzheng's sullen face.

Originally, she was with Fu Hanlin."Such a coincidence."The old man smiled faintly, handed his cane to his personal assistant, put his hands behind his back, and strolled forward, "Nanshan is neither small nor big. It's not too coincid...