

Chapter 5
y covered her mouth and nose, nodding apologetically with tears in the corner of her eyes towards the person she had looked at.Then came another wave of nausea.Fu Yan immediately got up and left the t...Time ticked by, Fu Yan's entire being seemed frozen on the sofa, motionless.
I don't know how long I sat on the sofa. Huo Mingzheng held a bowl of noodles to her face and saw her stunned expression, "Aren't you hungry"
She was surprised, thinking he wasn't staying here tonight.
And...
Looking at the bowl of noodles that was both visually appealing and fragrant, Fu Yan's expression on her face became even more complicated.
Huo Mingzheng glanced at her, seeing right through her thoughts, "Cooked by Cao Fang."
Fu Yan nodded silently. She also knew that Huo Mingzheng would never cook for her. In her memory, he didn't even know how to cook.
She was famished, and lowered her head to eat the noodles, while Huo Mingzheng lit a cigarette and went out to the balcony.
After eating, I regained some of my energy. Paying attention to the suitcase by the entrance, Fu Yan recalled the words Song Qing霜 had said before leaving the Huo family.
Ho Mingzheng walked in from the balcony and saw her squatting beside the suitcase, stuffing things into it. It was probably something she had forgotten earlier.
There are still many things she left behind in the house, all bought for her by Huo Mingzheng.
Everything that was taken away belonged to her, and she didn't take anything valuable.
Footsteps approached from behind.
Fu Yan closed the box and turned her back to Huo Mingzheng, "I don't want to be a third party."
“Hm” Huo Mingzheng seemed not to have heard clearly.
Fu Yan took a deep breath, "You're getting married and you still keep me around Aren't you making me your mistress"
She was afraid Hòu Míngzhēng would say, "If you think that way, there's nothing I can do about it."
But Huo Mingzheng said, "You're overthinking it."
Even that isn't as good.
"Did I overthink it" Fu Yan repeated the phrase, standing up and turning to face the man she had loved for so many years, desperately trying not to let her eyes turn red.
"Grandpa, did you arrange a marriage for me"
This was the first time she had ever questioned him in such a tone.
The voice trembled, clearly trying to hold back emotions.
"Yes."
He didn't deny it.
Fu Yan's eyes instantly turned red, she averted her gaze, her throat felt as if it were being gripped by a hand, and she swallowed hard, "Then what else am I but a mistress"
He frowned. "As I said, you're overthinking it. This won't change anything."
How could he say something like that so easily
"That's what you think won't change anything," Fu Yan pulled her suitcase, gripping the handle tightly, her throat aching, "Because to you, I'm an unimportant person."
"Want to play games with me" The man gripped her arm, his fingers tightening.
She was still upset over what he had said at the Huo family banquet.
Fu Yan pulled her suitcase tightly, feeling only sadness in her heart. Even now, he still thought she was being unreasonable.
"Huo Mingzheng." She looked up at him, a tear in the corner of her eye, like her person, stubborn and unwilling to fall, very piercing.
She looked into the man's eyes, her eye rims slightly red, and stammered, "What if I said I didn't want you to get married"
Knowing full well that this was a self-deprecating remark, she couldn't help but gamble on that one in a million chance.
Huo Mingzheng's eyes darkened visibly.
Fu Yan chuckled self-deprecatingly. Sure enough.
He grasped her chin, lifting her tiny face up. He could clearly see the momentary flicker of disappointment in her eyes.
He couldn't help but sneer: "Don't you hope I get married, or don't you hope I marry someone else Fu Yan, look at your question, what answer do you want Do you know what you really want"
Hu Mingzheng's words were like a basin of cold water, thoroughly waking Fu Yan up.
Yes, their relationship is shady and in some ways, she's not much different from a mistress.
That's why he said that marriage wouldn't change anything about their relationship.
She realized the truth, and her heart felt like it had been cut by a knife. Her face turned pale.
Huo Mingzheng pursed his thin lips.
She whispered softly, "I was wrong two years ago. I shouldn't have provoked you."
Huo Mingzheng stood high above her, his gaze cold as a winter river, “Regret it”
Emotionally overwhelmed, tears welled up in her eyes. She stubbornly refused to lower her head, "Yes, I regret it."
With a light chuckle, Huo Mingzheng lifted her face higher, his lofty posture - he was the star everyone watched, silently laughing at her.
"It's still too early to regret."
The entrance hall was spacious, yet the air around it had grown frigid to the point of suffocation.
A sudden ringing shattered the tense silence.
This is Huo Mingzheng's phone.
Fu Yan felt the pressure on her chin loosen, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. Huo Mingzheng picked up his phone, answered it, and walked towards the balcony.
A woman's voice could faintly be heard on the phone.
I don't know what the other party said, Huo Mingzheng remained silent throughout.
After hanging up the phone, he sat on the sofa for a while, took out his cigarette case, and lit a cigarette with one hand. The flame illuminated his stern profile, like mountain ranges in the dark night.
A gust of wind came, blowing the flames and extinguishing them.
He frowned impatiently, then turned and pulled the sliding door open with force.
As he passed by Fu Yan's side, he paused for a moment, but said nothing and left after opening the door.
Outsiders have a high opinion of Huo Mingzheng. He took control of the Huo family at a young age, with decisive methods. Over the years, he has cultivated the skill of keeping his emotions hidden, rarely showing any significant emotional fluctuations.
Was that woman he was with just now his fiancée
A sharp, sour sensation surged through her heart.
Huo Mingzheng probably wouldn't be coming back. Fu Yan didn't go back to her room, but lay on the sofa and made do for the night.
The house was filled with Huo Mingzheng's scent, pervading every corner and constantly reminding Fu Yan.
As soon as I lay down, my mind couldn't stop replaying every detail of Huo Mingzheng over the past two years. Back and forth, again and again, I thought about him getting married.
The clearer one's thoughts, the more energetic they become. I only dozed off for a while after 5 o'clock and felt groggy afterward.
Until her phone rang and woke her up, she thought she was dreaming.
A call from the deputy general manager left Fu Yan no choice but to pack her things and take a trip to a city over five hundred kilometers away.
Before that, the resort project she was following up on had some issues, and it took her three days to communicate and negotiate with the other party.
For the past three days, Huo Mingzheng hasn't contacted her, and she hasn't taken the initiative to contact him either.
It was on the day of her business trip that Cao Fang said Huo Mingzheng had chosen a car for her from the garage.
He went to take a look at that car, around 300,000. Quite understated, Huo Mingzheng's casual car would cost more than this for just the wheels.
But for Yan, it was just right.
Ho Mingzheng was considerate of her feelings, otherwise he would have easily gotten a car of a higher price range.
The car didn't cost much.
If you've decided to break up, how could you possibly take his stuff back
Back from a business trip to Nancheng, I was planning to go home for a good sleep, but Song Qing霜 called me and told me the time and place for dinner.
Only then did Fu Yan remember what her mother had said about introducing a potential suitor last time. Just as she was about to decline, the doorbell rang. black.His skin was white, but not the kind of feminine white. The black set him off, making him appear noble and extraordinary, with a wildness that felt like it would break through any taboo, leavin...