d, and he hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's not your fault."Xia Xia cried softly, Fu Yan hugged her shoulder. She had only just started her internship after school, she was inexperienced, Chen Shu, tha...Fu Yan now lives in the house she rented when she graduated. Later, she moved into the house bought for her by Huo Mingzheng.

The reason we haven't vacated yet is also for convenience.

Few people know she lives here.

She pulled open the door and unexpectedly saw Song Qing霜 holding her phone outside, talking to her on the other end of the line.

"Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip" Song Qing霜 said as she hung up the phone, glaring at her with an expression that seemed to see right through her.

She pushed open the door, stepped in, carrying a bag from C brand. Fu Yan had seen it online before, a new model, worth over 200,000 yuan.

"Mom, why did you buy..."

"Cut the crap, I'm telling you, pay your dues! I am your mother, don't play games in front of me. All this is for your own good." Saying that, she shoved the paper bag into her arms.

Inside were the new clothes bought for her, completely shattering her thoughts of wanting to make herself look ugly.

Song Qingshuang supervised her makeup application the whole time. Later, seeing that she was dragging her feet and intentionally delaying, Song Qingshuang took over herself.

When she arrived at the restaurant, Fu Yan got out of the car and saw the ancient-style building in front of her. She started to get a headache.

Tianshui Lou.

Where Ho Mingzheng is from.

Before, Song Qing霜 had mentioned it over the phone, but she was so focused on refusing that she didn't hear it.

She panicked for no reason and instinctively glanced at Huo Mingzheng's designated parking spot.

empty.

He let out a sigh of relief.

As she looked away, a Bentley slowly drove out from the side of the road.

As dusk approached, car headlights flickered across the mist-filled air.

It's not that Bu Yan's eyes are good, but the license plate number is too eye-catching.

In South City, you can travel freely wherever you want.

She hurriedly grabbed Song Qing霜 and was about to leave, but Song Qing霜 also saw it and pulled her back, lowering her voice: "Your second brother."

The sound of a car door slamming came from over there. Cao Fang got out of the car and opened the back seat door.

Fu Yanbie opened her face, and in the corner of her eye, she saw a man's long legs stepping down from the car. He had just come out of the company, wearing a black and solemn suit. He should have been on the phone just now, his face was cold and stern, looking utterly unapproachable.

He took off his Bluetooth earpiece with one hand and handed a file to Cao Fang, muttering something before coming over here.

"Auntie Five."

His voice was low and pleasant, but also unpleasantly cold.

Even so, Song Qing霜, who was not favored in the Huo family, was still surprised and delighted. “Hey, Mingzheng, you’re having dinner too”

Huo Mingzheng remained noncommittal, his gaze casually sweeping over Fu Yan, who avoided his eyes with a stiff face. A sneer curled at the corner of his lips. "Where's Fifth Aunt"

Fu Yan was tightly gripping her dress, but Song Qing霜 pretended not to notice. She smiled sweetly and said, "I introduced a suitor to Yan Yan, he's here for dinner."

A soft chuckle, meaning unclear, "Yao Yao is also at the age to discuss marriage."

A cold sweat ran down Fu Yan's back. When he uttered the name "Yan Yan," his voice, though melodious, inexplicably left a suffocating feeling in the air.

He has never called her that before.

Last time she said she regretted provoking him. Huo Mingzheng is arrogant and used to being surrounded by admirers; he wouldn't easily bow down to a woman.

The two parted ways unhappily and didn't contact each other for days. It was as if they had defaulted to breaking up and no longer had any ties.

Now that they're face to face, he looks composed, but she's so embarrassed she wants to burrow into the ground.

Song Qing霜 turned her head to look at Fu Yan, letting out a soft hum: "Look, even your second brother says so, how long do you plan on dragging this out"

She then looked at Huo Mingzheng, momentarily forgetting herself, and smiled: "Why don't you come with us later, Mingzheng It would be good for Yan Yan to keep an eye on you too."

"Mom!" Fu Yan couldn't stand it anymore. "Stop it, he...My second brother is busy."

Huo Mingzheng turned his wrist, glancing at her flushed face. "I have a dinner appointment, but I could check out the other party's terms for An'an if you like."

The last sentence almost pierced Fu Yan's heart.

She was almost out of breath and pulled Song Qingshuang away.

Walking a few steps away, Song Qing霜 chided her for being impolite. “You didn't even greet people! Now the Huo family listens to him; flattering him is more useful than anything else. What will you do if he turns against us later”

He's had an opinion of me for ages,

Fu Yan whispered.

Song Qing霜 didn't hear clearly and was just about to ask again when the door to the private room in front of her opened.

"Oh, Madam Five, you're finally here." A plump middle-aged woman came out to greet her. She was dressed in a luxurious manner, but there was a calculating air about her words that made one feel uneasy.

Song Qing霜 smiled and went up to meet her, "Mrs. Chen, I've kept you waiting. Traffic on the way delayed me a bit."

Mrs. Chen and Song Qing霜 complimented each other for a few words, then looked at Fu Yan with a scrutinizing gaze. A flash of astonishment and eagerness glinted in their eyes.

She walked up happily, familiarly grabbing Fu Yan's hand. "This must be the Sixth Miss, right You're so beautiful, graceful and delicate. Your skin is so smooth, you could squeeze out water!"

According to her age, An was the sixth oldest among the Huo family's grandchildren. Logically, she should be called Miss Six of the Huo family, but she doesn't bear the surname Huo, and no one in the Huo family calls her Miss Six.

He was holding her and coaxing Song Qing霜 to be happy.

Instinctively, she wanted to pull away from this overly familiar Mrs. Chen. She tried to withdraw her hand, but Mrs. Chen was strong, pulling her towards the private room while talking.

"Miss Fu is about the same age as our youngest son, she should get along well with him. Lao San, say hello!"

Fu Yan raised her eyes and saw a man in trendy clothes with a buzz cut. He had an earring in his right ear, was typing quickly on his phone with one hand, and you could faintly see the tattoo on his wrist.

The other party heard the sound and glanced over lazily, a sneer still playing on their lips. When they saw Fu Yan, their eyes lit up and they dropped their phone, immediately standing up.

"Miss Six, hello, my name is Chen Rang." The other party smiled and extended their hand, the tattoo on their wrist clearly visible, a black serpent.

I recognize it, it's a black mamba, a venomous snake.

Fu Yan was afraid of snakes, her brow slightly furrowed in distaste, but she still reached out politely to touch the other person's hand before quickly retracting it. "Hello, you can call me Fu Yan."

"Which rouge"

"Rouge's Rouge."

Chen Rang pulled out a chair, his gaze falling on Fu Yan's faintly pink eartips. "A name truly lives up to its meaning," he said, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Miss Fu, please sit."

Fu Yan originally wanted to sit a little farther away, so he deliberately pulled the chair next to him away.

Song Qing霜 saw through her thoughts and immediately pressed her down into the seat, placing her hand on her shoulder to prevent her from getting up. She smiled and said, “You young people have things to discuss, sit closer.”

Chen Rang was very attentive to Fu Yan, serving her dishes and soup with utmost care. He would ask her if the food suited her taste, and then inquire if she wanted to try something else.

However, Fu Yanxin was absent-minded, thinking about how to explain to the other party that she had no plans to get married.

Song Qingshuang put down her napkin, "I'm almost finished eating. YanYan, my wife and I still have to go play mahjong, you can just go back by yourself later."

Mrs. Chen was very perceptive, “Third son, you escort the Sixth Miss.”

"No problem." Chen Liang replied readily, leaning back and casually resting his posture against the backrest of the chair behind Fu Yan.into his arms. A wave of fear washed over him. He instinctively hugged Fu Yan tighter and ordered Cao Fang, "Go to the cloakroom and get one of her thick coats."He pressed her against his chest, foreh...