m book from the bookshelf, which happened to be "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.She flipped through several pages, her brow furrowed in disapproval. She couldn't bear to read any further and put the book...Ho Mingzheng pressed a kiss to Fu Yan's lips, not going any further. She was asleep and he didn't want to wake her.

He looked at Fu Yan for a while in silence, then turned and pushed open the passenger side car door. He walked around the front of the car and carried Fu Yan out of the driver's seat.

It wasn't that he carried her upstairs, but rather that he put her in the passenger seat.

He knew that Fu Yan hadn't forgiven him yet. The reason he agreed to send her back tonight wasn't because she had made a birthday wish, but because she didn't want to owe him anything.

Even though cooking her a meal was something he was willing to do, she didn't want to accept it.

In this situation, if he brought Fu Yan to his territory, it would definitely upset and alienate her. He didn't want to hurt her anymore now; he had time to slowly win her back, and he would also slowly resolve the matter with Ji Lin.

After buckling her up, Huo Mingzheng circled back to the driver's seat, started the car, and drove toward Fu Yan's current apartment complex.

Two neighborhoods belong to the same district, and the distance between them is half an hour. However, Huo Mingzheng took nearly an hour.

A white sedan slowly stopped in the parking lot of the residential area.

Huo Mingzheng glanced at Fu Yan, who was still asleep, knowing she wasn't faking it.

He could tell at a glance if she was pretending to be asleep, just like last time when she had her period. He stayed in the living room until late at night and knew she was pretending when he went into her room. The reason he didn't expose her was that he didn't want to hurt her feelings again.

She didn't sleep very deeply to begin with, and coupled with the fact that she had been working hard recently, she slept soundly this time.

He turned off the engine, got out of the car, walked around the front, and draped his suit jacket over her shoulders. It was late at night, and the wind was still a bit chilly. Then he lifted her out of the car.

Just as I locked the car door, I heard the sound of a car approaching.

The car was driving very slowly, as if it were afraid of waking someone up.

Two car headlights illuminated Fu Yan's body in Huo Mingzheng's arms, like a halo of light surrounding her. Huo Mingzheng held Fu Yan tightly and slowly raised his eyes to look past her. A Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up.

Huo Mingzheng narrowed his eyes, Fu Hanlin.

He glanced at Fu Hanlin through the windshield, a cold gleam flashing in his icy black eyes.

Fu Yan didn't know if she was dreaming or about to wake up, her brows furrowed a few times.

Huo Mingzheng looked down at her, his eyes soft, and involuntarily hugged her closer, saying in a low voice, "We're home."

After that, he no longer looked at Fu Hanlin, and held onto Fu Yan into the hall.

It was as if he and Fu Yan were one, everyone else irrelevant.

Pushing open the door, Huo Mingzheng carried Fu Yan into the room and placed her on the bed.

She still had makeup on her face; she would certainly regret it tomorrow. She always took great care of her skin.

After Huo Mingzheng tucked the covers in for her, he turned and went to the bathroom, finding makeup remover pads from the cabinet.

He had seen Fu Yan put on and take off her makeup many times, his eyes were familiar with it. He didn't expect that when he first tried it, he was so clumsy, his movements lacked strength, and almost woke up Fu Yan.

But just as he turned to throw the cotton swab into the trash can, Fu Yan woke up and saw the esteemed President Huo acting so "clumsily."

She watched his back for a long moment before finally looking away. She hugged the blanket and turned over, her knuckles white as she gripped it tightly, her hand trembling.

Huo Mingzheng looked at her back from the mirror. In fact, he saw her wake up in the mirror.

The overcoat at the foot of the bed was picked up. The light from the bedside lamp dimmed slightly as the man strode out of the room, closing the door quietly. break off her engagement with Fu Jing. Since there's nothing to do with Fu Jing anymore, what does it have to do with me"Upon hearing this, Huo Jingshu lying in the hospital bed felt a sharp pang of...