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Chapter 62 A Big Shot from Shanghai

Just as the waiter was about to speak, the man's deep, magnetic voice came through, tinged with displeasure, "A big shot from Shanghai."

The topic suddenly shifted, and Huo Jingcheng's expression turned slightly displeased. He frowned, his dark eyes fixed on the person in front of him. "I'm right here, why are you bothering with other people?"

Their noses nearly collided. Su Ruoyun realized that the distance between them was too close, so she subconsciously tilted her head back and took a small step back.

Hearing this, she glanced sideways at Huo Jingcheng, but didn't answer his question. Her thoughts drifted away, and she pondered: That woman's back looked familiar, like Xu Erhan. The owner of the private room was from Shanghai. Could it be...?

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination due to the similar silhouettes.

Seeing that Su Ruoyun remained silent for a long time, Huo Jingcheng clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking that she was still 'thinking' about that important person from Shanghai.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and suddenly he stretched out his long arm, raised his hand and grabbed the back of her neck. His movements were swift and forceful, like a snow wolf hunting a rabbit, accurately seizing its prey and firmly controlling her in its palm, leaving her no room to break free.

Su Ruoyun was forced to tilt her head back, her beautiful eyes filled with the man's handsome face, and an uncomfortable feeling came from her neck.

She frowned slightly, raised her hand, and with a crisp "smack," decisively slapped his forearm away, leaving a red mark that was hard to fade between Huo Jingcheng's elbow and forearm. "What are you doing? Why are you hitting me again?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter lowered his head even further, almost touching the ground, his eyes fixed on the pattern of the floor tiles, not daring to look up at all.

Huo Jingcheng lowered his gaze, staring at the red mark on his forearm for two or three seconds, then looked up at Su Ruoyun, asking instead of answering, "What were you thinking about just now?"

“It’s my head, I can think whatever I want, it’s none of your business,” Su Ruoyun said seriously.

As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her eyes wide, slightly raised her chin, and let out a soft hum from her nose.

Seeing her haughty appearance, Huo Jingcheng subtly curved the corners of his mouth.

The intricately patterned carpet silently absorbed all the sounds. A waiter respectfully led the distinguished guest up the spiral staircase with light steps, heading towards the private dining area on the second floor.

Huo Jingcheng glanced at the stairwell out of the corner of his eye, passing by the figure he had seen not long ago. He subconsciously glanced at Su Ruoyun, and before she could react, he stretched out his long arm, hooked her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Su Ruoyun stumbled and fell uncontrollably into Huo Jingcheng's arms. Before she could even ask a question, she heard a deep, hoarse voice. The man gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, "The important person you like has arrived."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Su Ruoyun scolded softly, with a hint of reproach.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a clear, melodious voice suddenly rang out.

"Mr. Huo."

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun, still nestled in Huo Jingcheng's arms, lifted her eyelids and casually looked at the man in front of her, scrutinizing him closely.

He was dressed in a black overcoat, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a calm expression. He exuded a cool and aloof aura, yet also carried the dignity of a noble young master, as if he were completely detached from the excitement of tonight's auction.

The only thing that clashed with his aloof demeanor was the cloisonné hand warmer he held in his hands, small and exquisite, creating a wonderful contrast with his cool and detached temperament.

Why are people still using hand warmers this season?

In late May, the weather in Beijing was a mix of sunshine and rain; it wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold enough to need a hand warmer either.

Before she could come up with an answer, Huo Jingcheng interrupted her thoughts with a nonchalant voice: "Young Master Meng." Upon hearing "Young Master Meng," Su Ruoyun was certain of her guess; this was Xu Erhan's childhood betrothed.

Meng Lizhou nodded slightly, his gaze subtly sweeping over Su Ruoyun in Huo Jingcheng's arms. Noticing that she was staring at him intently, he gave her a slight nod, maintaining a distant and polite demeanor.

Seeing the two of them being so intimate, he said softly, "Then I won't bother Mr. Huo any longer."

When she opened her mouth, it was that clear, crisp voice again, like snow-covered pine trees.

Su Ruoyun's gaze fell on the man standing next to Meng Lizhou, dressed as an assistant, with a cashmere blanket draped over his arm, obviously for Meng Lizhou. A hand warmer and a cloak—how afraid of the cold is this young master Meng?

The waiter raised his hand in a gesture of invitation and led Meng Lizhou inside.

Su Ruoyun and Huo Jingcheng watched Meng Lizhou walk into the private room in the corner, and then the door closed tightly.

The two simultaneously looked away, their eyes suddenly meeting in mid-air. After a second or two of eye contact, Su Ruoyun pretended to be calm and looked away, raising her hand to tidy her disheveled hair. Realizing that she was still leaning against Huo Jingcheng, she then stepped out of his embrace.

"You like his type?" Huo Jingcheng subconsciously clenched his fist, but the empty feeling in his palm made him feel empty inside.

He scoffed at Meng Lizhou. Seeing that Su Ruoyun remained silent, his displeasure spread from his heart to his whole body, and he became even more ruthless in slandering and defaming his business partner: "He's still holding a hand warmer in the middle of summer. Who knows if he's ruined his health? Someone who's so addicted to sensual pleasures is definitely not a good person."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Actually, it's only late May now, so it's not really 'the height of summer' yet.

Su Ruoyun's concern wasn't Meng Lizhou at all, but rather...

If he is not in good health, what will happen to Er'er?
She pursed her lips and said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense, I don't like it." After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Is his health really not good?"

Huo Jingcheng's expression softened slightly after hearing Su Ruoyun's first answer, but his face darkened again upon hearing her second question.

Before he could speak, Su Jiayi's signature lazy voice came from the stairwell. Su Ruoyun's pupils shrank, and she hurriedly raised her hand, pulling and tugging Huo Jingcheng out the door.

The next second, accompanied by a dull and resolute sound, the door slammed shut, shutting Huo Jingcheng out.

Huo Jingcheng unconsciously took a step forward, but almost bumped into the door.

Before he could react, Su Mingyan's voice came from beside him, "President Huo."

Huo Jingcheng turned his head and saw Su Mingyan and Su Jiayi standing at the top of the stairs. One of them was lazily sitting with his arms crossed, while the other was tall and elegant with a faint smile on his lips. The two of them walked forward unhurriedly.

Su Mingyan's smile faded slightly as he glanced thoughtfully at the door of the private room. He then turned to Huo Jingcheng and spoke slowly, "Mr. Huo, is there something you need in front of my private room?"

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