n deep in his eyes. He sneered.Only she in the world thinks that Fu Hanlin is so easy to talk to.She can even play pretend with her, acting as her 'boyfriend,' and accompany her to the hospital late a...Fu Yan covered her neck and coughed lightly, saying sarcastically, "Mr. Huo, aren't you ashamed"

Ho Mingzheng took a tissue to wipe the soup from her mouth, his gaze deep. "What are you disgusted by We've kissed countless times, slept together countless times. Do I need to remind you"

"Don't say it, I feel disgusted." Fu Yan's pale face flashed with disgust.

"Are you going to keep talking to me like that"

Fu Yan leaned against the window, silent. Huo Mingzheng slowly lifted her face, his black eyes, so close, reflected Fu Yan's. "Do you think this will make me let you leave You keep provoking me, and yet you haven't pushed me away at all."

"I hate you!" Fu Yan gritted her teeth, her eyes red as if they would bleed the next second.

Huo Mingzheng rubbed his thumb over her eye, and said softly, "Hate is better than nothing at all."

Hate her if you must, if hate can fill her heart, then let her hate on.

Fu Yan completely fell silent. The sky outside had darkened completely, probably having entered domestic airspace.

She lay down, pulled the blanket over her head, and turned away from Huo Mingzheng.

After an unknown amount of time, the gaze that fell upon her finally shifted away. She heard very light footsteps leaving the room, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Qin Heng was terrified outside, afraid that Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan would clash. After all, Fu Yan truly hated Huo Mingzheng now.

As soon as Huo Mingzheng appeared, he immediately stood up and stared at him intently.

Only then, seeing that he was fine, did Qin Heng let out a breath of relief.

In three hours, I'll be back in Nánchéng. You should comfort her well when that time comes. Don't make her guess everything; say what needs to be said with your own mouth.

Ho Mingzheng stared at the darkness outside the window, his eyes were equally bottomless black.

Qin Heng let out another sigh. He sighed so heavily today that it would age him a year prematurely. “As you instructed, I added a little sleeping and calming medicine to Fu Yan’s soup. The dosage is within safe limits, allowing her to have a good sleep.”

Only now, after all this time of silence, did Huo Mingzheng make a sound.

He sat on the sofa in the corner. Qin Heng didn't dare to disturb him, only seeing him holding a light green phone and staring at the screen, not knowing what he was looking at, and that phone wasn't his either.

I have a feeling I've seen this somewhere before.

It didn't take him long to realize, that wasn't Fu Yan's phone, was it

Huo Mingzheng collected his phone, leaned it against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Qin Heng also yawned, he was really too tired, his eyelids kept fighting, and he fell asleep.

The cabin was almost silent. Ho Mingzheng only slowly opened his eyes, with a faint redness in them. He took something out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Neatly stacked, he flipped through them one by one. They were two lab reports and an ultrasound report, stacked together.

The windows of the cabin reflected a bloodless face.

Her mind was filled with Fu Yan's image, her eyes red and swollen, gritting her teeth as she spat out the words, "I hate him."

Fu Yan had already fallen asleep. Huo Mingzheng walked to the bed, took off his shoes and lay down, pulling her into his arms from behind. Just as he had just pulled her over, he heard her mumble something in her sleep.

Qin Heng controlled the dosage of the medicine very well. It didn't harm her body, and it also allowed her to sleep through it, so she wasn't awake.

Ho Mingzheng carefully turned her over, and looked down to see that the corners of her eyes were wet, as if she had just woken from a nightmare.

His thumb gently brushed across her eye corner.

"Baby..."

Fu Yan didn't know what she dreamt about, her whole body trembling slightly. She cried out "baby" twice in a choked voice, tears sliding down her cheeks and burning Huo Mingzheng's heart.

The cabin lights are dim. roast goose, Fai Chai Kee's Cantonese pastries, both me and Ji Lin like them, oh there are..."Fu Hánlín stood by the window, holding a cup of red tea in his right hand. His gaze softened naturally as...