o Mingzheng, using a voice only two people could hear, reminded him: "You are indeed very talented, but you should focus on developing in your professional field. Don't provoke those who shouldn't be...It was almost one in the morning now. She was drowsy, and after the initial shock of the near-death experience had worn off, the car smoothly cruised down the road. Before long, she fell asleep in Huo Mingzheng's arms.

Huo Mingzheng looked at the person in his arms whose breathing was gradually becoming even.

The amber light in the tunnel swept across the carriage, the man's eyes were as deep and dark as ink, not a glimmer penetrating their depths.

His long, slender fingers brushed over the scratch on her neck, his thin lips pursed together.

Holding her hand, he unconsciously pulled her closer. As the car went over speed bumps, the person in his arms didn't feel a thing.

The moment the car stopped, Fu Yan in her sleep seemed to suddenly fall into an abyss. Her whole body trembled, and she opened her eyes in a daze, her soul still shaken.

As night deepened, she gazed out the window at the unfamiliar yet somehow familiar surroundings, and she was fully awake.

She struggled hard, her eyes red. "I'm not going in," she said.

Never would she have imagined that Huo Mingzheng would bring her to Jinling's most prestigious mansion, his private estate.

He's already living with Li Qin, yet he still brought her to this place.

"What are you doing, aren't you dizzy" The man held her body down in his arms, pinning her firmly. With the other hand, he pressed against her head from behind, keeping her still.

She felt dizzy and nauseous, but she still struggled with all her might, clutching onto Huo Mingzheng's hand. Her knuckles turned white from the effort, forming a stark contrast with her bloodshot eyes.

She whispered, "Li Qin is here."

Huo Mingzheng seized her hand, a dark shadow spreading across his eyes.

"No."

"Then I won't go in either." Tears welled up in her eyes.

Before, she hadn't thought about it so much. Behind Huo Mingzheng's manor was a large patch of roses. When the flowers were in full bloom, they stretched out into a continuous expanse, as brilliant as the sunset, like a box of rouge sprinkled over the lush greenery.

It was she who forgot that Li Qin likes roses.

This manor was most likely built by Huo Mingzheng for Li Qin. Even the garden was meticulously designed. The woman he treated with such care and consideration was Li Qin.

Huo Mingzheng lightly wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with his thumb, "Do you want to walk down the mountain alone so late"

His estate was situated on the hillside of Jinling's most prestigious district, occupying a secluded corner.

It would take her at least half an hour to walk from here to the foot of the mountain, and then another...

Right now, the bigger question isn't about time; it's whether she can even successfully make it down the mountain given her current condition.

The bodyguard car stopped, Cao Fang got out of the car, followed by a step behind, a blue sports car, the car door clicked, Qin Heng got out of the car.

Huo Mingzheng's car door had already opened. He watched as Fu Yan was held in Huo Mingzheng's arms. Although he couldn't see her entire face, he could still see the gauze on Fu Yan's forehead. Cao Fang said she was rear-ended and had some injuries.

As for the rest, Cao Fang didn't say a word. He no longer trusted Qin Heng.

But judging by the situation, Fu Yan wouldn't have come here willingly. Huo Mingzheng disregarded her wishes and forcibly captured her.

He had this entire situation under control, Huo Mingzheng. He was absolutely relentless in his pursuit, and wouldn't even hesitate to scare Fu Yan away.

He had no choice but to help his brother out. "Minor concussion isn't something to joke about, it's late and he's staying here. With me around, he won't dare do anything to you."

As soon as Qin Heng finished speaking, Huo Mingzheng's cold eyes swept over. Qin Heng gave him an expression that said, "Without me, what can you do"ale executive who was the host sat opposite them. She was about the same age as Song Qing˪ and had a pleasant smile.Fu Yan smiled and said, "I have a small appetite. There are too many dishes. I can't...