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

Huo Yanbei kissed the woman's rosy lips, his breathing slightly rapid, "Not enough?"

Qiao Mian realized what he was about to do and quickly pushed him away.

But it was too late.

"Ugh..." Qiao Mian couldn't help but curse, her arms instinctively wrapping tightly around his neck.

Even in this emotional moment, she couldn't help but bring up the earlier topic, "Mr. Huo, is it really okay?"

Huo Yanbei bit the soft, white earlobe, "Don't you know whether I'm capable or not?"

"You...you know perfectly well that's not what I meant..."

Qiao Mian was annoyed and tried to push him away, but Huo Yanbei rolled over with her in his arms, lying flat on the bed, looking at the girl whose body was covered in pink, "Let's see how Mrs. Huo behaves."

"You're taking advantage of my misfortune!" Qiao Mian glared at him, her face flushed.

"Who says otherwise?"

He arrogantly uttered those words.

Of course, asking for favors comes at a price. The next day at noon, Qiao Mian finally got out of bed. Looking at the ambiguous marks all over her body, she was so angry that she wanted to swear.

Huo Yanbei walked out of the dressing room, dressed impeccably. Looking at his sullen wife, he sat down on the bed, smoothed her long hair, and habitually gave her a good morning kiss.

Qiao Mian pushed his face away. "Mr. Huo, be more reserved."

Huo Yanbei pulled her onto his lap, rubbing her lower abdomen. "When you were riding on top of me and doing all sorts of things last night, didn't you know what modesty was?"

"That's..." Qiao Mian was so angry she couldn't utter a word. She turned her back to him, unwilling to talk to him anymore. Huo Yanbei sighed, "You've got quite a temper. Get up and come out with me."

"I'm not going!" Qiao Mian said irritably.

"I happen to have to go to the University of Political Science and Law today. Are you sure you're not coming with me?"

Qiao Mian almost jumped up, threw herself into his arms, hugged his neck excitedly, and planted a kiss on his cheek: "You're not lying to me?"

Huo Yanbei affectionately pinched her cheek. "I told you, if anything happens, tell me, and I will do my best to take care of it for you."

Qiao Mian rubbed her slightly flushed face against his collar. "Yan Bei, thank you."

"Silly, you're my wife, we don't need to talk about this."

Huo Yanbei smoothed her long hair, gazing into her pure and clear eyes, somewhat lost in thought.

Qiao Mian was still smiling, clean and sweet. Her head unconsciously rested on his shoulder, and she gently swayed her slender, fair legs. She slightly raised her eyes and looked at the man's angular profile, her eyes shining as if they could overflow with honey.

……

The Lamborghini drove smoothly all the way to the campus of the China University of Political Science and Law before finally stopping.

This has sparked much discussion and attention among teachers and students.

Huo Yanbei took Qiao Mian's hand and got out of the car, walking towards the president's office of the University of Political Science and Law.

Along the way, they attracted the attention of more students. Huo Yanbei, who was usually calm and composed, walked unusually slowly today, holding her hand the whole way, completely ignoring the stares from those around them.

Qiao Mian disliked being stared at, and since the female students were all focused on the handsome man beside her, she pouted slightly, gently shook off his hand, and tried to keep her distance from him.

Huo Yanbei glanced at her, then put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not used to it..." Qiao Mian bit her lip; she really wasn't used to it.

"Is that so?" Huo Yanbei's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on her waist.

The university is very large, and many students rely on bicycles to get between the teaching buildings and dormitories. Scattered around the campus are some students and couples, either strolling hand in hand or laughing and joking in groups, creating a vibrant and energetic atmosphere.

The afternoon sun was warm, but somewhat dazzling. The two walked around the campus paths for a while, with Qiao Mian looking around and appreciating the campus life.

As they passed a grove of vibrant red roses, Huo Yanbei slowly stopped, looking at the soon-to-be-withered rose vines, and softly uttered a sentence, "It's still early, let's go for a walk."

Qiao Mian glanced at her watch, intending to say that it was getting late and that she had arranged to meet Huo Jinyao at three o'clock.

It was bad to be late for the first class, but Huo Yanbei had already walked into the rose grove alone.

Qiao Mian hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed.

Qiao Mian wandered through the long, cool rose bushes, searching for the tall, slender figure ahead. In the light and shadow, the figure was fragmented by the afternoon sunlight filtering in, and gradually disappeared.

"Huo Yanbei?" she called his name softly as she walked deeper into the area.

However, no one responded.

She walked a few more steps inside and finally came out of the rose grove. Because she was wearing high heels and the lawn was uneven, she accidentally tripped over the vines on the ground and almost fell. In her haste, she grabbed a vine.

Some people used too much force and the vine was pulled off. After Qiao Mian stood up, she noticed that there was a small rectangular wooden sign hanging on the vine.

The wooden sign is old, and it looks like it has been wrapped around the vine for many years. It has been corroded by wind and rain and is almost unrecognizable. Even so, you can still vaguely see the marks of knife carving on it.

Qiao Mian brushed the dust off the wooden plaque with her fingers, revealing a line of small, elegant, and powerful regular script.

Yan'er, marry me.

Yanbei.

Qiao Mian's fingers tightened around the wooden sign, her eyes fixed on the line of words, and gradually, her vision blurred.

A tear fell so suddenly that she was startled. She paused for a moment, raised her hand to touch her eyes, and realized that she didn't know when her eyes had become teary.

Yan'er...

Yanbei...

Is she Huo Yanbei's lover?

Is she the woman who has always been in his heart?

No wonder he likes roses, maybe Yan'er does too...

This place holds their memories...

The afternoon sun had been obscured by dark clouds, thick clouds piled up like mountains, and the wind swirled a light drizzle, while white rose petals drifted down like snow.

She wore a white round-neck shirt and a dark blue skirt, a simple yet vibrant campus style. Her long hair flowed gracefully, and rose petals fell on her shoulders. She stood tall and elegant, radiating youthful energy.

But a thick sadness, carrying the chill of autumn, seeped into her skin little by little. She slowly raised her eyes, gazing at the garden full of flowers, and her heart trembled inexplicably.

Tears streamed down my face, one by one, until I could no longer hold them back.

The feeling was so intense that she felt utterly helpless. When Huo Yanbei walked over from the side, Qiao Mian felt as if she had crawled out of hell. She rushed over and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly and calling his name in a choked voice, "Yanbei... Yanbei..."

Huo Yanbei was slightly taken aback. He tightened his embrace, pressed the back of her head, and gently stroked it, coaxing, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Mian raised her wet eyes, her eyelashes trembling, "Yan Bei, will you ever leave me?"