Fu Jing's throat felt sour and bitter, a mouthful of air stuck in his lungs for a long time before he finally managed a muffled "um."Huo Jingshu took his arm and showed off to Fu Yan, "Fu Yan, you hav...Cao Fang walked through the side door of the restaurant and, after getting back into his car, began to pay attention to the road he had just walked down.

As expected, soon Fu Yan chased after them.

He retracted his gaze without a sound, feigning ignorance of Fu Yan's presence. He took out his phone and looked down at it.

He did it on purpose.

I deliberately made myself noticeable to Fu Yan, knowing that with her intelligence, she wouldn't fail to realize that where I am, Huo Zong must be. If she still cares for Huo Zong, she should remember that today is his birthday.

This time is not at the Huo Gong Guan, how could it be in this private kitchen

He's betting that the others will be able to guess which dishes were made by Mr. Huo.

As Huo Mingzheng's assistant and a close friend, he really didn't want to see Mr. Huo and Miss Fu miss each other like this.

In his view, the relationship between the two people reaching this point wasn't entirely Huo Zong's fault.

If Miss Fu had been more resolute at the beginning, and had trusted Mr. Huo a little more, things wouldn't have come to this.

If Mr. Huo had known from the beginning that Miss Fu only liked him, then neither Shen Wei nor Li Qin's affairs would have ever occurred between them.

If Ms. Fu firmly asserts their feelings, with Mr. Huo's personality, even if he hadn't received the inheritance rights of the Roman family at that time, and even knowing that Old Master Huo would obstruct them, he would still bravely protect Ms. Fu without hesitation.

Has Miss Fu made no mistakes at all

She did too. She took it for granted and thought that Mr. Huo didn't love her at all.

However, wasn't Mr. Huo right

He was wrong, Mr. Huo made the mistake of not speaking up and explaining anything. Miss Fu could only rely on guessing, with a relationship built on no trust. Guessing back and forth would only lead to a dead end in the end. No matter what happened afterwards, she would first assume the worst.

This is how the two people became distrustful of each other. Adding to that, their already fragile relationship crumbled under external pressures.

He caught a glimpse of Fu Yan chasing after him. Miss Fu clearly cared about Mr. Huo, there was no reason for him to just stand by any longer.

In the private kitchen of a small restaurant, Fu Yan lightly pushed open the door and went inside.

Actually, she noticed it when they were paying the bill just now. It was lunchtime, but there weren't any other customers in the restaurant, which was very unusual.

Until she saw Cao Fang and Huo Mingzheng's carriage, and then thought about the food she had eaten...

How is it possible for so many coincidences to exist in the world at the same time

Fu Yan held the doorknob, her hand trembling slightly. Just as she was about to push it open, she held her breath, afraid of what she might see.

The kitchen was eerily quiet, save for the gentle sound of running water. A tall and imposing figure stood by the sink, their back to me, rinsing their hands under the stream.

Even amidst the running water, the other party remained extremely vigilant, turning off the faucet tightly before turning around.

Cao Fang had already made arrangements in advance. Tonight, this private kitchen wouldn't be serving other guests, and the chefs were all off duty. No one was allowed in the kitchen without his permission.

Footsteps were light, and by the sound of them, it should be a woman.

Huo Mingzheng turned around, the coldness in his eyes dissipated when he saw the woman who pushed the door open. The first thought that came to his mind was whether she had eaten enough The second thought was that she had found him.

Huo Mingzheng, the domineering CEO of the business world, had lived for thirty years and rarely felt at a loss. Even though there was no panic on his face, Fu Yan began to see that he was flustered at first glance.

“Who told you” he whispered.

Fu Yan said nothing.

He had fair skin, and she immediately saw a red patch on the back of his hand.

She walked past silently, grabbed Huo Mingzheng's hand and pressed it under the sink. She turned on the faucet to a medium flow and washed the reddened skin on the back of his hand.year she was sixteen and Huo Mingzheng was twenty-one.He left the military academy temporarily to study finance. In just a year and a half, he returned from abroad after completing his studies and beg...