His wife's pregnancy bump disappeared, and Mr. Huo was going crazy missing her.

Being mistaken for a prostitute and taken to the police station, and then encountering Huo Yanbei after six years, was the worst day of Qiao Mian's darkest life.

"Qiao Mian, right?"

The police officer, holding an ID card, conducted a routine check.

"Yes……"

Qiao Mian responded slowly.

"So young and instead of finding a proper job, you have to sell your body for a living? Come on, let's go to the interrogation room to give a statement!"

Qiao Mian hurriedly picked up the pair of high heels with broken heels from the ground and stood up to explain.

"Officer, you've misunderstood. I don't do that kind of work at the bar."

"Then how do you explain the thousand dollars you received?"

"It was given by the customer, but it wasn't payment for prostitution... I have proof."

As she spoke, Qiao Mian hung the shoes on her thin, bony wrist and began rummaging through her bag for her phone.

In my haste, I accidentally knocked something out of my bag and onto the ground.

She quickly bent down to pick it up.

But the police picked it up first.

Looking at the box of condoms in his hand, the policeman's expression turned serious: "Would a decent girl carry this with her? Come on, come on! Confess your crimes!"

As Qiao Mian was being forcibly taken out of the detention area, she tried to reveal her true identity when the door to the reception room opened.

"Mr. Huo?"

The police officer approached and greeted him respectfully.

When Qiao Mian heard the familiar name "Huo", her scalp tingled as if by reflex!

When they looked up and saw who it was, they were completely stunned.

The man was wearing a sharply tailored, bespoke cashmere black suit.

Every inch of the exquisite fabric perfectly fits his tall, 1.9-meter frame.

That modeled face, which exuded an air of nobility and asceticism, had shed the gloom and sharpness of its earlier years.

His brows revealed the composure and awe of a mature man who had long held a high position and controlled the overall situation.

As their eyes met, Qiao Mian's face instantly lost all color.

I was at a loss for how to react.

A layer of damp sweat appeared on the palm of his hand as he gripped the bag tightly.

Even breathing felt tight.

Six years.

She had imagined countless scenarios of what it would be like to meet Huo Yanbei again.

But I never expected it would happen when she was in her most disheveled state!

By the time he came to his senses, Huo Yanbei had already looked away.

He didn't recognize himself.

after all--

Her current name is Qiao Mian.

She is no longer the Huo Wu of six years ago.

It's not that 160-pound deaf-mute fat girl either.

Now she is sharp-witted and articulate, 1.68 meters tall, and weighs less than 90 kilograms.

Fortunately, he didn't recognize him.

After all, at this moment, she was dressed in a sexy outfit that bordered on provocative.

Her tiny face was covered in cheap, low-quality cosmetics.

Fishnet stockings, black stockings, and full-arm tattoos.

Gaudy and tacky, she looks exactly like a nightclub girl.

Even though he didn't recognize her, Qiao Mian nervously hid behind the policeman.

The two people's conversation could be clearly heard.

"Mr. Huo, are you here to pick up Young Master Song Chen?"

"Um."

"He's inside giving a statement, he'll be out soon, please wait a moment."

"it is good."

After exchanging pleasantries, the police officer continued walking forward.

Qiao Mian didn't dare to look up and followed cautiously.

As she brushed past Huo Yanbei, her breath caught in her throat when she smelled his familiar, crisp scent of herbs and trees.

I instinctively moved closer to the wall.

His head was lowered as low as it could possibly be.

However, just as he reached the door of the interrogation room, Huo Yanbei's usual aloof voice rang out behind him.

"What...did she do wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mian's heart skipped a beat.

He probably didn't recognize her...

After all, in Huo Yanbei's eyes, she was deaf, mute, and a big fat woman.

As her thoughts wandered, she heard the police's characterization of her.

"She was a fallen woman who went astray."

As he said this, he even showed off the box of condoms in his hand.

"..."

Qiao Mian blushed with embarrassment.

In particular, when she felt Huo Yanbei's dark gaze fall on her, she was so flustered and embarrassed that she almost scratched the skin off her palms.

Huo Yanbei asked again, "Is she related to Song Chen's case?"

"Yes."

"What exactly happened?"

Police: "We received an anonymous tip that Young Master Song Chen's bar was involved in illicit transactions. When we arrived, this woman was collecting money, so we brought everyone in the private room back with us."

Finally, he added, "Young Master Song Chen is also among them."

As soon as the words were spoken, the door to the interrogation room on the other side opened.

A young man in his twenties came out.

He was born with a cute, slightly roguish face.

With her flamboyant gray curly hair and head-to-toe high-end fashion brands, her slightly raised eyebrows exuded an air of arrogant arrogance and recklessness.

"Brother-in-law!"

When she saw the man walk up to Huo Yanbei and call him "brother-in-law," Qiao Mian was stunned for two seconds before quickly turning her back.

This is the owner of the bar where she "went undercover".

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be Huo Yanbei's brother-in-law!

So... Huo Yanbei got married?

Qiao Mian seemed dazed for a moment, then quietly crouched in the corner, completely disappearing from the scene.

"Brother-in-law, I'm so damn unlucky! My bar has only been open for a few days and it's already been reported!"

"If I ever catch that damned woman, I'll..."

Song Chen was cursing when he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure huddled in the corner and quickly walked over.

He grabbed the woman's wrist and roughly pulled her off the ground.

"You damn woman, so you're here! You reported my bar, you fucking want to die?"

Qiao Mian winced in pain.

If she had known earlier that the bar owner was Huo Yanbei's brother-in-law, she would have stayed far away...

Just as the police stepped forward to stop them, Huo Yanbei spoke first: "Achen, stop making trouble."

Song Chen angrily complained, "Brother-in-law, I didn't gamble or solicit prostitutes! But this bitch maliciously reported my bar..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man gave him a cold, indifferent look.

Song Chen shuddered in fright and let go of his hand.

When Huo Yanbei's gaze fell on the deep red fingerprints on the woman's slender white wrist, he paused for a moment before looking at the police: "Now that we've found the person who reported the bar, let's proceed with the normal legal procedures."

"Mr. Huo, I need to verify the specific situation. Please wait in the reception room for a moment."

"Um."

After Huo Yanbei and Song Chen left, the police asked Qiao Mian, "Miss, did you really make that report call?"

"Yes……"

"I'm sorry for the mistaken arrest, but... making a false report is a waste of police resources and violates the law, understand?"

"..."

Qiao Mian's eyes were complicated.

She made the report for a reason.

I never expected to get involved with Huo Yanbei...

Just as she was hesitating whether to reveal her identity to the police, the police officer said, "Mr. Huo dotes on his wife. You've offended his brother-in-law, which is a big problem. Wait outside, and I'll go in and try my best to help you reach a settlement."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went inside.

When Qiao Mian heard the words "doting on his wife like his own life," it felt like a knife had been stabbed into her chest.

His body swayed, and he slowly squatted down on the ground.

A pair of slender, white arms embraced the slightly trembling body.

Huo Yanbei... is really married.

Yes, six years have passed.

He is twenty-nine years old.

He is no longer the boy whose eyes were always filled with gloom.

He is now the heir apparent of Beijing's elite circles.

The most prestigious and powerful member of the Huo family.

The president of the Huo Group, which controls the economic lifeline of the local area.

The name Huo Yanbei is a symbol of royal power and wealth.

And she—

Qiao Mian lowered her eyes, glanced at her outfit which cost no more than a hundred yuan, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

As I got up, I glanced at the LED screen in the lounge, which was playing a news interview with the annual goodwill ambassador.

"Ms. Song Man, as one of the youngest top-tier piano performers both domestically and internationally, you have always been dedicated to charity and public welfare. Your love life has always attracted much attention, with rumors circulating that you and your childhood sweetheart, Huo Shao, have secretly married. How do you respond to this?"

Backstage at a world-class master-level charity concert tour.

Surrounded by reporters, Song Man, dressed in an extremely luxurious vintage gown, blushed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, please focus on this charity tour. As for my relationship... I'm very happy right now, but I can't reveal too much."

The lack of a denial is a subtle way of showing affection.

Reporters offered their best wishes.

Qiao Mian stared at Song Man as she occasionally tossed her hair, revealing the ring on her ring finger.

The pigeon blood ruby ​​set in the ring is worth over a million.

These are the belongings of Huo Yanbei's mother.