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

The three little dumplings swarmed around the cake like bees.

Qiao Mucheng: "You're wasting money again."

Qiao Muyue: "Mom, will the cake be very expensive?"

Qiao Muxin leaned on the coffee table, her eyes sparkling as she gazed longingly at the cake. Her voice was soft and sweet as she exclaimed, "Wow, what a beautiful cake! It even has strawberries and mangoes on top! Mom, did you really buy this for us?"

Looking at her three children, who were far more mature than other children their age, and who were always concerned about money, Qiao Mian felt a pang of sadness.

Over the years, she has raised three children on her own, and the money she earns is barely enough to make ends meet.

Just the monthly kindergarten fees for the children alone amount to more than four thousand yuan.

In addition, there are rent and utility bills.

She has very little left of her monthly salary.

They can only do various part-time jobs to supplement their income.

To save money, I rarely buy snacks for the children.

Aside from my birthday, I rarely buy cakes and desserts.

Because she always felt that cakes weren't as filling as steamed buns or flatbreads.

But she would occasionally splurge and take her three children to eat at the cheapest buffet.

Children under 1.4 meters tall get free admission...

Come to think of it, she hasn't taken the children to a buffet restaurant yet this year.

Because Mu Cheng and Mu Ye have grown so fast, they've already exceeded the height requirement for free admission...

Ultimately, it all comes down to her being a useless mother, unable to provide her children with a superior material life.

In fact, she was also a top student at Peking University, a prestigious university.

If it weren't for the fire that occurred six years ago at Huo Yanbei and Song Man's engagement party.

She wouldn't have failed to graduate...

However, two years ago, she passed the bar exam through self-study and obtained her lawyer's license.

Fortunately, he was a rare sign language lawyer, which is why he was able to get into Ronghua Law Firm.

Three months ago, Ronghua Law Firm established a branch in Beijing and transferred her from Shanghai.

That's why she had no choice but to move back to Beijing.

Thinking about these things, the guilt and self-blame towards the children pierced Qiao Mian's heart like dense needles, causing her excruciating pain.

After celebrating the children's birthdays and taking them back to their rooms to sleep, she returned to her bedroom, where her frail body slid slowly down the door to the floor.

With tears streaming down her face, she buried her face in her knees, unable to control her emotions any longer, and tears flowed down her face like a burst dam.

She has rarely cried over the years.

I also won't allow myself to be vulnerable.

But right now, she just couldn't help but want to cry.

I want to have a good, good cry.

Finally, exhausted from crying, she lay in bed and sent a WeChat message.

[Director Han, have you watched the video I sent you?]

Huo Yanbei thought he had successfully obtained the video.

However, he didn't know that she had already sent the original video to her boss...

……

The next day.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Huo Yanbei walked out of the cemetery.

Normally, this noble and aloof prince was now disheveled, his deep and cold eyes revealing his haggard state.

His face was as pale as paper.

His tightly pressed, thin lips were dry and had an orange-peel-like texture.

His expensive suit, soaking wet, clung to his body, making him appear even more rugged and weathered.

Chen Ke jogged up to him and draped a thick navy blue cashmere coat over his shoulders.

Seeing that his knees and shoes were covered in mud, he sighed, "Mr. Huo, you're probably going to catch a cold again..."

Six years.

On the anniversary of Miss Huo Wu's death, no matter the wind or rain, even if it's raining knives, Mr. Huo will always come to Miss Huo Wu's grave and keep vigil for a whole night.

No one is allowed to follow them.

That night, it was freezing cold and raining. It's hard to imagine how Mr. Huo managed to get through it.

Last year, Mr. Huo caught a severe cold after visiting a cemetery and spent almost half a month in the hospital.

After getting on the bus, Chen Ke received a phone call.

Without knowing what the other person said, his expression changed, and he turned to look at Huo Yanbei: "Mr. Huo, you've been swindled out of 100,000 yuan by that woman Qiao Mian! She even has a video!"

……

On Saturday, Qiao Mian went out and bought two surveillance cameras, one for the living room and the other for the children's bedroom.

Because of a head injury, I didn't go out for my part-time job on Sunday and had a rare day of rest at home.

on Monday.

At 7:30, after dropping the children off at kindergarten, she took the subway to work.

At 8:30, I clocked in and entered Ronghua Law Firm on time.

By this time, some colleagues had already arrived at the office area.

She took off her coat and casually draped it over the back of the chair.

My colleague He Mei sipped a cup of soy milk and sat down next to me.

Upon seeing the bandage on her forehead, she exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Qiao, how did you get hurt?"

I tripped and fell.

"Did you fall while delivering food?"

"almost……"

He Mei pinched her cheek and clicked her tongue, "Your face is pretty, and if you get hurt, you'll be even more pitiful."

Qiao Mian slapped her hand away and glanced at the office next door. "Has Director Han arrived yet?"

"He's a lecherous scoundrel, why bother asking him?"

"I need to report to him about the case."

I sent a WeChat message to Director Han that night, but he didn't reply for two days...

While she was lost in thought, He Mei reached out and waved her hand in front of her eyes: "He keeps harassing you, why are you still putting up with it?"

Qiao Mian smiled wryly: "But I need this job."

"Sigh, you still have three kids to raise."

He Mei sighed sympathetically.

Just then, a gentle voice came from inside, "Xiao Qiao, come to my office for a moment."

Qiao Mian turned around and saw it was Director Han Dongping.

She immediately got up and followed him into the office.

The forty-year-old man is in very good shape and appearance.

Mature and refined.

However, the gaze fixed on her was filled with naked lust.

Qiao Mian felt very uncomfortable being stared at, and stood awkwardly by the half-open doorway.

"Director Han..."

"Please sit down."

Han Dongping closed the door.

Turning around, he narrowed his eyes when he saw the injury on her forehead: "How did you get hurt? Sit down, let me see."

As he spoke, he took her little hand and led her to sit down on the sofa.

Qiao Mian hurriedly pulled her hand back: "Director Han, did you see the video I sent you?"

"I've seen it."

Han Dongping sat down on the sofa. "Is it worth it for you to go to a bar to gather evidence for a mute woman's legal aid case?"

Qiao Mian: "The person involved in this case is hearing impaired. He was forced to drink illegal drugs by Shen Shao and Li Shao in a bar and was almost raped. With video evidence, this case can be successfully prosecuted."

Han Dongping stood up and patted her shoulder: "Xiao Qiao, this case involves Young Master Li and Young Master Shen, so it's fine, but Young Master Song appeared in the video, so we can't prosecute."

Qiao Mian took a step back, dodging his lewd hand: "Why?"

"Young Master Song is the brother-in-law of the president of the Huo Group. Anyone who dares to touch him is like daring to offend the big boss. Even the founder of our law firm can't afford to offend him."

Qiao Mian insisted: "Director Han, I took on this case and was in charge of handling it. If anything goes wrong, it has nothing to do with you."

"You are Ronghua's lawyer. Since you are handling this case, you represent our firm. This case is now in my hands, and you don't need to get involved anymore."