the wind, delicate and charming with a faint fragrance floating around.AJI stood behind Huo Yuan, respectfully greeting him, "Second Young Master."Huo Mingzheng faintly responded with an "Mhm," "Big b...Conversations could be heard coming from the hallway.

Fù Yān thought it was Hòu Míngzhēng who had come, she panicked and turned back to her senses, putting her undergarments back, closing the closet door, and turning around to leave the dressing room.

Her bedroom and living room were separated by a large screen. She stood behind the screen, looking out. The double doors were slightly ajar, leaving an opening about arm's width wide. The sound was coming from there.

"Grandpa, how did you get here"

Fu Yan's hand on the screen involuntarily clenched, her breath caught in her throat, her spine stiffened, and cold sweat beaded on her skin.

He is Lao Ye, the elder of the Huo family.

If he suddenly walked into the room, he would immediately discover her presence.

It's not a big deal for a cousin to stay at their brother's house, but the problem is that she and Huo Mingzheng "aren't close," let alone staying overnight at his place.

Just as Fu Hanlin said, Old Master Huo is old but not completely senile. If he found out about her and Huo Mingzheng, she and her mother would face a catastrophic end.

She knew that when it truly came down to it, Huo Mingzheng wouldn't protect her. Just like last time at the Huo Manor, when she was suspected of having an affair with Fu Jing, he stood by and watched coldly. Even when she dragged Fu Hanlin into the situation to cover up the truth, he became angry about it.

He completely ignored her.

Old Master Huo, leaning on his cane, swept his gaze over Huo Mingzheng's pajamas. "I passed by the company and heard you weren't there. I inquired and learned that you didn't go to work today. Are you feeling unwell"

"It's nothing serious."

Huo Mingzheng smoothed the cuff of his cashmere sweater, revealing a healthy and strong forearm.

He has fair skin and clearly visible veins on his arms.

Sunlight streamed in from the window at the end of the corridor, casting a cold gleam off the watch.

Have you seen a doctor

"With Qin Heng here, what are you worried about" he responded coolly and ordered the servant, "Make a pot of ginseng tea for grandpa."

Grandpa Huo waved his hand. "I'm done drinking. I made an appointment with old friends for lunch, just came to check on you. Someone saw you went to the hospital last night and personally saw that you were fine, then they felt relieved."

Hu Mingzheng narrowed his eyes, maintaining a calm expression as he smiled and said, "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 coincidental to meet you here."

The man chuckled lightly, his eyes unreadable. "If Grandfather wants to know what I've been up to, just call me directly. No need to listen to those who 'happen' to run into me or summon me back to the old house for you to see with your own eyes."

"That's not necessary," Old Master Huo patted his arm. He had stooped a bit in recent years, and at his age, he could no longer stand straight. He tilted his head slightly. "You are my grandson, I don't want concern to become a burden for you."

"Grandpa, you're overstating things."

His gaze was deep as he glanced at the master bedroom door, which wasn't quite closed. "Just woke up"

"Grandpa, are you going to do a surprise inspection" Huo Mingzheng said with a playful tone.

Master Huo stroked his rosary beads, saying meaningfully, "I almost forgot, Li Qin lives with you."

She's not here today, her uncle passed away seven days ago, and it was yesterday.

Fu Yan turned her back, took a deep breath, her heart pounding wildly, like a hole had been punched through it, the pain making her breath catch.

Both the clothes in the wardrobe and Old Master Huo's words confirmed that Li Qin and Huo Mingzheng were cohabiting.He had fallen asleep earlier because Fu Yan's driving was so steady. The alcohol had just hit him, and he drifted off. Now, being carried by someone into the elevator, the weight pressing down on him...