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

Huo Yanbei pinched her chin, his thin lips kissing hers. "Still calling me Mr. Huo?"

While rejecting his indecent behavior, Qiao Mian shyly avoided his kiss and could only say perfunctorily, "Yan... Yan Bei..."

The man paused in his kiss, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath slightly ragged, "Call me husband."

Qiao Mian's cheeks flushed. She still couldn't get used to calling him "husband" directly, but she didn't want to be perfunctory. She was trying to change the subject when Huo Yanbei stopped making things difficult for her. However, once they got to bed, he clung to her and wouldn't let go.

Unlike before, she will take the initiative to cooperate.

She would tolerate it as long as it was his request.

But tonight he made it so hard for her to get away, and he made her so deeply involved that she couldn't extricate herself.

He always had a way of making her fall into depravity with him. When she was overcome with passion, Qiao Mian, covered in sweat, would snuggle tightly into his arms.

Ten fingers traced several red marks on his back, and a soft voice sounded in his ear: "Yan Bei..."

As if he were about to destroy her delicate beauty, Huo Yanbei finally said in a deep voice, "Don't call my name."

Finally, he turned and left.

Feeling completely exhausted, Qiao Mian lay slumped in the sheets, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dull thud of the door closing sent chills down her spine.

What did she do to upset Mr. Huo?

I don't know when I fell asleep, and when I woke up, the room next to me was empty.

When Qiao Mian arrived on the first floor, Huo Yanbei was sitting in the restaurant reading a newspaper.

Wearing a white sweater and white casual pants, he looked neat and fresh, which made his skin appear even whiter and cleaner. He sat there with such a leisurely demeanor, exuding an air of noble aloofness and arrogance.

Qiao Mian bit her lip and walked towards the restaurant.

Aunt Li, who was serving him soup, saw her approach and said respectfully, "Madam, breakfast is prepared according to your taste. If there is anything you don't like, I will adjust it next time."

Qiao Mian glanced at the rich and exquisite breakfast on the luxurious dining table and pursed her lips.

A man who could easily produce 270 million was indeed rolling in money. She couldn't help but glance at him again before sitting down next to him.

However, before she could even sit down, Aunt Li pointed to the seat one seat away from Huo Yanbei and said, "Madam, please sit over there."

Qiao Mian asked in surprise, "Why?"

Aunt Li looked at Huo Yanbei, and seeing that his gaze was still on the newspaper, she paused for a few seconds before saying to Qiao Mian, "This is the rule."

Qiao Mian's lips twitched. Too lazy to ask another question, she walked straight past him, sat down in the seat next to him, and started drinking the porridge spoonful by spoonful.

Huo Yanbei put down his newspaper and saw his wife with her head down and her cheeks puffed out. He reached out and patted her head. "I'm going out now. Eat well. I'll be back tonight."

Qiao Mian raised her head slightly and gave a perfunctory "hmm".

It's just a position; Qiao Mian won't argue about it. She's not someone who doesn't know her place. Since Huo Yanbei is her sugar daddy and husband in name, it's normal for her to follow the rules.

However, she still couldn't help wondering who was sitting next to Huo Yanbei.

It must be very important.

Is it that Yan'er?

Qiao Mian smiled bitterly, it didn't matter who it was.

The relationship between her and him was purely based on mutual benefit.

……

Three days later, Qiao Mian picked Gu Huilan up from the hospital and brought her back to the villa. However, Gu Huilan's broken arm had not fully healed yet, so she wanted to stay at the villa for the next few days to take care of her until she recovered. Also, she wanted to tell him about her plan to audit classes at the University of Political Science and Law. So, she sat on the sofa that evening waiting for Huo Yanbei to come back.

Huo Yanbei did not return until late at night.

Qiao Mian lay on the bed, half asleep and half awake, feeling a cool sensation on her body. She suddenly opened her eyes and was about to speak when the man's cold lips sealed her lips shut.

The bedroom was dimly lit by a wall lamp. She was only wearing a Hosie nightgown, which the man easily ripped off and threw on the floor.

The intense, domineering kiss eroded every nerve in her body. She knew what he wanted, and her task was to cooperate.

Their passion ignited, and perhaps because he had been drinking that night, he was satisfied after just one time. Yet, he refused to get up, kissing her sweaty forehead instead. "What did you do today?"

"Reading." Her breathing was still a little labored, her voice soft and sweet, her cheeks flushed, giving her a unique charm. Huo Yanbei's heart stirred, and he became interested again.

Qiao Mian couldn't help but push him away, "No, I have something to tell you."

"Okay, you can say whatever you want, it won't bother me..."

He continued to do things his own way.

Qiao Mian punched him lightly, "Be serious."

Seeing that she seemed to really have something to say to him, Huo Yanbei stopped making a fuss, picked her up and sat up, then reached for the cigarette case on the bedside table, lit a cigarette, and blew a smoke ring in her face. "Go ahead and say it."

"I want to go home and stay for a few days?" Qiao Mian said softly, tracing Huo Yanbei's well-defined chest with her fingers.

"The Yu family?" Huo Yanbei flicked her chin with his finger, his tone somewhat frivolous.

"No, I need to go back to my house next door to take care of my mother."

"Okay, I'll take you back tomorrow and pay a visit to your mother-in-law while I'm at it."

Unexpectedly, he agreed so readily. Qiao Mian felt that he was in a good mood tonight, so she pressed on and said, "I also want to audit classes at the university."

The cigarette ash fell softly, burning his knuckles. Huo Yanbei's eyes darkened slightly. "What if I don't agree?"

"Huo Yanbei!" Qiao Mian called out, "You said you would do everything you could to cover everything for me."

"I'm worried." After a long silence, just when Qiao Mian thought he wouldn't agree, Huo Yanbei finally uttered a deep sentence.

"What are you worried about?" Qiao Mian looked at him, puzzled.

Huo Yanbei's eyes were calm. "He was kidnapped by someone with malicious intent."

Qiao Mian paused for two seconds, then looked at the man's slightly furrowed brows and smiled inexplicably. She nestled in his arms and poked his chin with her finger. "I'm not a child, how could I be kidnapped? Besides, who would dare to kidnap a future prosecutor?"

Huo Yanbei pinched her cheek. "Silly girl, that's just how it is."

"What facts?"

Huo Yanbei suddenly rolled over, pulling her tightly into his arms. He pressed his lips to hers, "Haven't you been tricked into becoming Mrs. Huo by me?"

"..."

Judging from a series of events that happened around me after I returned to China...

That seems to be the case...

Qiao Mian gave him a shy, reproachful look, "Huh..."

Remembering that he didn't like calling her Yan Bei in bed, she paused, then changed her question, "Mr. Huo, why did you marry me?"

She didn't believe he loved her to the point where he absolutely had to marry her.

Huo Yanbei gazed at her delicate, peach-like face, his hand gently gliding over her waist, his voice light and flirtatious, "Fair skin, beautiful face, long legs."

Qiao Mian rolled her eyes at him, "So Mr. Huo is this shallow."

Huo Yanbei kissed her full, rosy lips.