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

Qiao Mian thought that with the huge weight on her heart lifted, she would feel exceptionally relaxed and at ease.

However, looking at Huo Yanbei's pale face, his well-defined fingers pressing hard on his brow bone, he seemed to be in great discomfort.

Even from a distance, she could see a thin layer of sweat beading on the man's temples.

Qiao Mian couldn't describe the complex and conflicting emotions she felt at that moment.

Unlike usual, when she wanted to run away from him, she didn't. Seeing that he seemed to have a headache, Qiao Mian made a cup of hot tea and placed it on his desk: "Mr. Huo, are you feeling unwell?"

"Get out of here!"

The man pressed hard on his head, which was throbbing with pain and felt like it was about to explode, and roared in uncontrollable rage.

He waved his hand, knocking over the steaming cup of tea on the table.

Scalding hot water splashed onto the back of Qiao Mian's hand.

The lingering pain seeped through my skin, as if branded into my heart.

Qiao Mian felt a tightness and swelling in her chest, and even breathing was painful.

She glanced at the shattered teacup on the floor, lowered her eyes, and turned to leave the office.

However, as soon as he went out, he bumped into Chen Ke.

"Attorney Qiao, why are your eyes so red?"

Chen Ke immediately noticed that her eyes were red and her complexion was poor, and couldn't help but ask.

Qiao Mian replied in a muffled voice, "President Huo seems to be feeling very unwell..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Ke's expression changed slightly. She walked quickly toward her office, muttering, "It must be another headache."

"Headache..."

Qiao Mian stood there, muttering to herself with a complicated expression.

When did he start having headaches...?

I absentmindedly returned to my workstation when my phone rang.

It was a WeChat message sent by Gu Huainian.

[Ah Mian, was my call just in time?]

Qiao Mian frowned: 【Don't call me A-Mian.】

Okay, then call her your girlfriend.

Qiao Mian frowned but didn't reply.

Gu Huainian sent another message: [See you tonight, girlfriend.]

Frustrated, Qiao Mian slammed her phone face down on the table.

It felt like I had just escaped from a wolf's den, only to fall into a fox's den.

She spent the entire afternoon in a daze dealing with her work.

During the fitting process, several data points were missed, but fortunately He Mei and Meng Bai discovered and corrected them in time.

"Xiao Qiao, you don't seem to be doing well?"

He Mei looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Qiao Mian shook her head. "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

"How about I take you to a bar to relax after get off work?"

"No, I..."

Halfway through his sentence, he caught a glimpse of a bright and beautiful figure out of the corner of his eye.

I turned my head and looked.

It's Song Man.

She wore a haute couture camel-colored mink coat, her makeup was exquisite, and she exuded an air of nobility just by standing there.

He Mei sighed, "She really is a wealthy lady. Mrs. Huo's coat is more expensive than two years of our salary."

Qiao Mian did not speak.

Just as she looked away, Song Man glared at her with resentment.

Qiao Mian pretended not to see it.

Song Man walked over.

"Attorney Joe."

Song Man reached out and tapped on her desk, adopting a superior attitude and speaking in a cold tone.

Qiao Mian stood up, nodded, and said, "Mrs. Huo, please speak."

The way she was addressed as "Mrs. Huo" felt like it was deliberately emphasizing something, and it didn't bring Song Man any pleasure; instead, it sounded jarring.

In particular, seeing Qiao Mian looking so meek and submissive at this moment was even more infuriating.

Qiao Mian appears to be a gentle and harmless woman, but in reality, she can always deliver a fatal blow with ruthlessness.

Her aunt is still in detention, which is a perfect example.

At this moment, she was there to show off to Qiao Mian.

"Attorney Qiao, you probably don't know yet, but my aunt will be released from the detention center tomorrow."

At this point, Song Man leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "What good is all your ability if you end up working for nothing?"

Qiao Mian was not surprised that Jiang Yun was able to be released from the detention center.

With the Huo family's influence in Beijing, they could turn the tide in no time if they were willing to use their connections.

Therefore, in response to Song Man's boasting and provocation, Qiao Mian calmly replied with two words, "Congratulations."

Her unusual calmness gave Song Man a feeling of frustration, like punching cotton.

She slammed her high heels down and stormed out of the legal department, heading straight for the president's office across the street.

The office door was not closed.

From where Qiao Mian was sitting, she could see everything inside.

Huo Yanbei leaned back in his seat, with Song Manyi beside him, massaging his head.

The scene of the two interacting intimately has a harmonious beauty reminiscent of an old married couple enjoying a peaceful and fulfilling life.

When He Mei came over, she saw it too and remarked, "This Mrs. Huo always acts arrogantly and disdainful of everyone in front of outsiders, but when she's with Mr. Huo, tsk tsk, she's actually quite obedient and virtuous. She's quite good at putting on an act."

At this point, he nudged Qiao Mian's arm. "Right?"

Qiao Mian gave a slight smile. "As long as President Huo likes it, that's enough..."

"That's true, after all, they're a married couple."

He Mei responded and returned to her workstation.

When Qiao Mian looked across again, she saw Huo Yanbei putting his arm around Song Man and walking into the lounge.

Qiao Mian lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow.

The tears welling up in his eyes were completely hidden.

I finally made it to six o'clock.

He Mei and Meng Bai left after get off work.

Qiao Mian tidied up the documents, picked up her bag, and just as she stepped out of the legal department, the office door across the street, which had been closed for the entire afternoon, opened.

Song Man took Huo Yanbei's arm and walked out from inside.

Qiao Mian bumped into the two of them and had to greet them, "Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo..."

As he nodded, his gaze fell precisely on Huo Yanbei's wrist beneath his sleeve.

The walnut-red bracelet he always wore is no longer there.

Her gaze lingered for a moment, then she quickly looked away.

When Huo Yanbei saw her, his expression was indifferent, as if he were seeing a stranger.

He walked straight past her and headed towards the elevator.

Qiao Mian stood there for a while, and only after Yue Mo and the other person had gotten off the elevator did she walk towards the elevator entrance.

However, to her surprise, when she walked over, the two were still waiting for the elevator.

Qiao Mian stood at the staff elevator entrance, trying to keep as far away from the two as possible, but she could still hear Song Man's coquettish complaint, "Yan Bei, why isn't the private elevator here yet?"

Huo Yanbei's voice was calm, "It's broken, isn't it?"

Just then, the employee elevator arrived.

Qiao Mian stepped inside.

Just as he was about to press the close button, Song Man, arm in arm with Huo Yanbei, strode in with her head held high.

Qiao Mian didn't say anything more, lowered her head, and consciously retreated to a corner.

For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the small space.

Then Song Man's gentle voice came, "Yan Bei, my aunt is coming out tomorrow, let's go pick her up together, okay?"