After a kiss.each other's breaths getting ragged...A luxurious bedroom, with dim lighting.

Huomingzhu lay on the soft bed, unable to move.

Beside the pillow, the refreshing scent of shaving cream is that which he always uses.

This is the third time she has been kidnapped this month.

Every time a man would tie her up, blindfold her, and gently bind her wrists with his tie to keep her compliant as he slept with her...

But, he never touched her!

He would just hold her at night, and when he felt like it, he'd touch her.

……

Footsteps sounded softly outside the bedroom door, followed by the bed beside her sinking in… Warm fingers gently caressed her cheek.

She was beautiful, every feature perfect.

Finally, the man stopped, gazing at her with longing...

Huomingzhu didn't struggle. The ribbon covering her eyes slowly soaked with moisture, and she sobbed in a low voice: "Lu Qian, aren't you supposed to be getting married Why are you kidnapping me again and again"

"Will you be my mistress"

The man was taken aback, he knew it was him!

Huo Mingzhu cried softly, how could she not know it was him She would recognize his scent even if he were turned to ashes!

He didn't tie her tightly enough, and she struggled so hard that she broke free from her bonds.

Her eyes met his, and light returned to them.

Chest heaving violently.

Ho Mingzhu stared at this man she had loved for so many years, her lips trembling slightly: "Mr. Lu, yes, I'm not very smart, but you can't keep playing with me! No matter how incompetent I am, I wouldn't be a man's mistress!"

More than half a year ago, she drank alcohol.

That night, they went wild...

Later, when he came to city B, they would occasionally spend the night together. After all, there were no women around him, and they had a child together. Besides, he had told her to wait for him for two years.

She was overjoyed, believing they would get married.

But he was getting married. The news of Mr. Lu's wedding was announced in the newspaper with great fanfare, but the bride wasn't her.

Even so, he still wanted to sleep with her....

Lu Qian looked at her tearful eyes, pulled out a cigarette from his cigarette case, and lit it irritably.

He really wanted to tell her, wait another six months.

He wanted to say that his marriage news was fake, but how many two-year periods could a woman have, and how many six-month stretches of her youth

Lu Qian's Adam's apple bobbed for a long time.

Finally, he sighed softly, "Mingzhu, I'm sorry!"

He gently pulled her over.

She didn't want him to touch her, stubbornly staring at him with reddened eyes.

He knew she loved him.

This kind of love, mixed with liking, infatuation, and admiration.

And countless memories of their love.

Lu Qian gently patted her head, his voice hoarse but gentle: "I made breakfast, go wash your face, Liu's secretary will send you back later!"

His tone was both like a lover's and like that of a father.

After that, he walked out of the bedroom.

He walked very quickly, as if afraid of something chasing him, as if he would regret it the next second.

Lu Qian walked out of the bedroom and stood in the hallway.

A brutal fist connected, painting the white wall crimson with blood.

He has been bound by too much in this life.

If he can't stay with the woman he likes, what kind of man is he!

He once thought he could let go, so he broke up with Mingzhu a few years ago. When they met again, he was surprised to learn that he had a son. He thought two years, two years would be enough time to let go of everything and take care of his mother and child.

But he broke his promise...

In the bathroom of her bedroom, Ho Mingzhu knelt beside the toilet, weeping silently.

She knew this wasn't going anywhere.

But she couldn't hold back her tears, she could only cry this way because she had to go home and pretend she didn't care.

She also wants to be a good daughter.

She also wants to be a good mother to Shuoshuo,

...Outside, she was still a dazzling supermodel....

Huomingzhu... Once you step out of this house, you can't cry anymore.

In a daze, she found a pack of cigarettes, probably left behind by Lu Qian when he was smoking here. She gently lit one and recalled her first encounter with Lu Qian.

Then, she was still a carefree little Ho Mingzhu.

And he, was Mr. Lu, revered by thousands,

She would forever remember that evening, when eight Audi cars with impressive license plates suddenly arrived at her home, along with over ten bodyguards dressed in black. They escorted that noble-looking man into her world.

He stood in the Hall of Huo's mansion, imbued with a thousand charms.

That day, Huo Mingzhu heard from someone that he was Lu Qian, the Mr. Lu of City C.

He is also Wen Man's uncle.

She gracefully descended the stairs. Her father told her to call someone, but looking at his young and handsome face, she thought to herself: "He doesn't look over 30! Why should I call him Uncle Lu"

But Dad and my brother seem to be quite afraid of him.

She thought, if she were more obedient and well-behaved, he wouldn't bother her brother and would agree to Wen Man being with her brother!

That day, she was wearing a white dress.

Seems like pajamas again...

Thus, she looked down at him, calling out like a little kitten: "Uncle Lu!"

At that moment, he turned his head.

When she saw him face-to-face, she admitted her heart beat faster. She had never imagined Wen Man would have such a handsome and influential uncle. He casually responded to his father and continued talking.

She had never seen anyone speak to her father with such ease and nonchalance.

Later, Uncle Lu left.

Dad said he was a sly fox, but his brother didn't say anything. She thought Dad was wrong. Uncle Lu was very gentle, and he spoke politely.

At that time she thought, how could there be anyone so beautiful in the world.

Make her so comfortable.

She thought, she liked this Uncle Lu...e kiss had just been so intense, Huo Shaoting couldn't help but unbutton her shirt. Now that he was calm, she felt embarrassed. In a panic, she couldn't button it back up, and in the end, Huo Shaotin...