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

She wasn't afraid of him investigating.

Because no matter how he investigated, all he found was information about the real Qiao Mian.

She was just using Qiao Mian's identity.

Qiao Mian tried her best to calm her panic and said with a cold expression, "Mr. Huo, if you don't believe me, you can check. I am really not your sister, A Wu."

"A-Wu..."

Huo Yanbei seemed possessed, stubbornly yet affectionately calling her name, "Do you think your brother is so easy to fool?"

He looked very carefully just now.

Her habitual gestures when using sign language... are exactly the same as A-Wu's!

In particular, at this moment, looking into the woman's eyes, which were almost identical to A-Wu's, it was as if A-Wu was standing right in front of him.

Guilt, resentment, and longing overwhelmed his reason like a flood.

He gripped her chin tightly, then, losing control of his emotions, kissed her lips.

Just as Huo Yanbei was about to kiss her lips, Qiao Mian suddenly turned her head away.

The man's hot, thin lips brushed against her cheek, finally lingering in the thin air.

Qiao Mian's breathing faltered.

She raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

His voice trembled with a barely perceptible sob: "Mr. Huo, please have some self-respect!"

The slap didn't land precisely on his face, but instead grazed his sharply defined jawline.

His chin was scratched by her fingernails, leaving a faint trail of blood.

The stinging sensation, filled with the smell of blood, only made the man's pent-up emotions collapse even further.

His bloodshot, moist eyes stared at Qiao Mian's face, flushed with anger, as he asked breathlessly, "Then tell me, why do you know sign language? Are you really my sister, A-Wu?"

Over the years, everyone has told him that Awu is dead.

However, he never gave up looking for her!

Of all the girls he'd dated over the years, Qiao Mian was the one who most resembled A Wu...

Having just witnessed her using sign language, I'm even certain that she is Awu.

Seeing Huo Yanbei in such a frenzy, and hearing him utter the word "sister," Qiao Mian felt pain in every nerve.

More than anything, it was hatred.

His words kept replaying in my mind.

It's really unsettling...

I only treat her like a younger sister...

I wouldn't marry a deaf-mute woman...

She doesn't understand.

Since Huo Yanbei disliked her for being deaf and mute and only treated her as a younger sister, why did he keep her by his side six years ago and do all sorts of despicable things to her, his younger sister, every night?

And why did he suggest that she, his younger sister, have his child?

Why didn't you believe her? You were convinced that she was the one who cut up Song Man's engagement dress, and then you cruelly slapped her in public.

Why, then, did he step on her shoulders during that fire, and only manage to escape with Song Man?

He clearly said, "Awu, wait for me, I'll come back to save you right away."

However, standing by the window, her lungs ached from the thick black smoke. She waited and waited, until she miraculously escaped death, only to see him sitting in the ambulance, tightly holding Song Man...

Only then did she realize that he had never intended to save her...

After all, in his eyes, she was a sinner for ruining his engagement party with Song Man that day.

He should atone for his sins with his death.

But six years later, he was already married, so why was he looking for her again?

The heart-wrenching screams that came from within were about to tear Qiao Mian's heart apart.

Tears fell one by one.

She raised her hand and stubbornly wiped it away.

She knew that if she couldn't give a reasonable explanation, he would continue to pester her.

Qiao Mian pushed him away, unwilling to get any closer to him: "Mr. Huo, I am not the sister you are looking for. I know sign language because I grew up in an orphanage in Shanghai and learned sign language there."

"Shanghai Orphanage..."

Awu was also an orphan, but before she was seven years old, she lived in the Jiaxian Orphanage in Beijing.

Although this point didn't match up, Huo Yanbei's eyes were still full of doubt.

"You studied law, have a blood clotting disorder, are blood type A, and know sign language—all of these things are similar to my sister's..."

"Mr. Huo."

Qiao Mian interrupted him, "I heard that Mr. Huo had a deceased sister who was hearing impaired, is that right?"

A glint of light flashed in Huo Yanbei's dim eyes: "How did you know?"

Qiao Mian forced a bitter smile: "Even now, news about Miss Huo can still be found online. It's said that she died in a fire six years ago..."

At this point, she pointed to her ears and mouth. "But, Mr. Huo, I'm not hearing impaired. I can hear and I can speak. There's such a clear difference between me and your sister, yet you insist on mistaking me for her. Aren't you just deceiving yourself?"

Huo Yanbei felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

The chaotic rationality gradually cleared.

His tall, muscular body swayed slightly.

He leaned against the wall and rubbed his aching temples hard.

Yes, Awu is hearing impaired.

Qiao Mian is not.

He's gone mad again...

But she really looks like A-Wu...

The two stood quietly.

Qiao Mian didn't dare leave, afraid of provoking him to go crazy again.

After a few seconds of silence, Huo Yanbei's expression returned to its previous coldness, and he apologized in a slightly hoarse voice, "Attorney Qiao, I'm sorry, I was rude just now."

As Qiao Mian slowed her breathing and took a step to leave, the man suddenly braced his arms against the wall on either side of her body.

To form an encirclement.

Having nowhere to run, she could only look at him again: "Mr. Huo, is there anything else?"

Huo Yanbei persisted, asking again, "Attorney Qiao, even if you're not my sister, we should have met before, shouldn't we?"

He has a very good memory; he remembers everyone he has met.

Qiao Mian, however, had no recollection of her face, yet felt a strange sense of familiarity with it.

He must have seen her somewhere before.

Qiao Mian clenched her fist tightly.

A dull ache stimulated her sensory nerves, keeping her calm as she spat out three cold words, one by one, through clenched teeth: "Never seen it before."

"Then why are you so nervous?"

He noticed her evasive eyes, her temples damp with sweat, and her panicked and agitated state, like that of a stressed kitten.

However, Qiao Mian explained calmly, "I was nervous because I was frightened by Mr. Huo. In broad daylight, getting entangled with such an important person as you, Mr. Huo doesn't care about the impact, but I'm afraid of being criticized."

After saying that, he glanced at the receptionist who kept glancing in their direction.

There was also a cleaning lady taking pictures.

It's likely that soon, rumors of her ambiguous relationship with the president of the Huo Group will spread throughout the entire law firm.

Huo Yanbei saw it too, and then stepped back a little.

After calming down, he started settling another score with her.

"Attorney Qiao is very generous; he gave all the 100,000 yuan he swindled from me to that mute girl. Shouldn't he give me an explanation for that?"

He suddenly changed the subject with a serious expression. Qiao Mian was taken aback for a moment, then retorted sarcastically, "You know best what your brother-in-law, Song Chen, did to that girl, along with Young Master Li and Young Master Shen. Now that the girl has dropped the case, shouldn't you, as Song Chen's family member, provide some compensation to the victim?"