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

She got up, went to the bathroom, and washed her face.

After returning, I received a WeChat message from Ruan Wei.

They said they've already taken the children home.

She checked the security camera footage and saw Ruan Wei sitting in the living room, eating fried chicken and drinking cola with her three little ones.

Qiao Mian's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she continued working.

It wasn't until 8:30 that she finished reviewing the thick stack of contracts and went to the president's office to hand them in.

At this moment, Huo Yanbei changed his clothes, wearing a black turtleneck with a fur collar and a black wool coat.

He must have just taken a shower; his soft, fluffy hair lay on his forehead, and his cool, aloof brows exuded a clean and ascetic air.

Even from a distance, you could still smell the damp, grassy scent emanating from him.

Qiao Mian stood in front of the desk, staring intently at the man who was looking down at the contract.

After about five or six minutes, Huo Yanbei nodded in satisfaction, "That's enough."

"Then I'm off work."

"Um."

Qiao Mian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked out of the office.

Back at my workstation, I picked up my bag and headed towards the elevator.

However, when they got to the elevator, they found that the staff elevator was out of service due to a malfunction.

Moreover, all eight productions have been suspended.

She called the repair hotline, and they said it would take at least an hour.

Qiao Mian was helpless.

She was wearing high heels; if she walked down the 31st floor, her feet would definitely get blisters.

Just then, a clear, cold voice came from behind.

"come over."

Qiao Mian felt a tightness in her back.

Turning around, I saw Huo Yanbei standing in the private elevator.

A large, bony hand gripped the elevator door, its gaze calmly fixed on her.

Qiao Mian hurriedly waved her hand, "President Huo, you go first, I'll take the stairs."

"Don't make me repeat myself."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of command.

I felt that if I didn't go over, he would grab my wrist and drag me inside.

She knows him very well.

He prefers gentle and obedient women; going head-to-head with him will only annoy him.

After weighing her options, she stepped inside.

I consciously stood in the corner.

Seeing Huo Yanbei press the negative one button, she walked over, raised her hand, and was about to press the first floor button when suddenly, the lights in the elevator went out.

At the same time, with a loud bang, the elevator shook violently.

Qiao Mian screamed in fright.

Having already developed claustrophobia, in the darkness, driven by her fear of the unknown, she reflexively clung to Huo Yanbei.

A woman's soft body suddenly bumped into his arms, and Huo Yanbei stiffened slightly.

Immediately, he raised his arms and wrapped them around the woman's soft, slender waist.

Feeling her body trembling slightly, he instinctively pulled his arms around her and drew her into his embrace.

His chin rested on the top of her soft, fragrant hair, and his voice was gentle: "Don't be afraid."

When she heard the man's deep, pleasant voice, Qiao Mian realized that she was in Huo Yanbei's arms.

"Mr. Huo... I'm sorry..."

Her breathing became erratic, and she hurriedly pushed him away.

However, the elevator suddenly jolted again, and Qiao Mian screamed in fright, throwing herself into Huo Yanbei's arms.

"I...I'm so scared."

She was so frightened that she couldn't speak coherently.

A pair of slender arms tightly hugged the man's narrow waist.

The dark, cramped space evoked a physiological fear that overwhelmed her reason.

His breathing became increasingly rapid and disordered.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The man raised his arms slightly, but did not hug her.

Those eyes, deeper than the night itself, were like a sharp blade, seemingly about to pierce through the woman's disguise.

"Qiao Mian, you have claustrophobia, don't you?"

His voice trembled slightly as he asked.

Qiao Mian, who was already in a state of extreme panic, was so frightened by these words that she pushed him away.

But unable to find any shelter or support in the darkness, her trembling little hands groped and grasped his arm, her breath coming in short gasps: "I...take me out...I'm scared..."

Huo Yanbei suddenly grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms. His other hand cupped her cheek, and he demanded in a hoarse voice, "You're my sister, A-Wu, aren't you?"

Awu is timid.

They are especially afraid of the dark.

He has claustrophobia.

I remember when she first took me home, one night it was thundering and raining.

The rental apartment has lost power.

In the cramped bedroom, A-Wu's crying woke him up from his nap on the living room sofa.

He was blind, but he groped around and found her in the corner.

She trembled with fear, her soft sobs like those of a kitten.

That was the first time he held her.

But they hugged each other for the entire night...

That night, the feeling of Ah Wu trembling with fear in his arms was exactly the same as the feeling he had now when he held Qiao Mian.

If one didn't have claustrophobia, even if they were afraid of the dark, they wouldn't react so strongly.

However, Qiao Mian dared not admit it: "No... I am not A Wu."

What terrified her even more than the panic caused by her claustrophobia was being recognized by him!

Suddenly, the elevator began to descend. Qiao Mian let out another soft cry, burying her face in the man's chest, her voice weak and tearful: "I'm scared... I want to get out..."

Huo Yanbei held her trembling body tightly and whispered coaxingly in her ear, "Don't be afraid. As long as you admit that you are my sister, Awu, I will take you out."

In the darkness, Qiao Mian's aching eyes filled with tears, which fell one by one.

Her small hands trembled as she gripped his arm tightly; even breathing hurt.

At a time like this, he actually threatened her!

Qiao Mian, panting heavily, pushed him away and staggered to the elevator door.

His hands trembled as he tried to find his phone in his bag, but his body shook too violently.

Coupled with extreme fear and difficulty breathing, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

She clutched her chest and pounded on the elevator door: "I want to get out..."

Suddenly, a beam of light shone.

She turned her head and saw Huo Yanbei squatting on the ground, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

The flashlight beam illuminated the tears and fear on the woman's face.

He slowly reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face, asking softly once more, "You're A-Wu, aren't you?"

Large tears rolled down the woman's reddened eyes, one by one.

Sweat soaked his temples.

Difficulty breathing led to oxygen deficiency, and her face turned as pale as paper.

Even so, she stubbornly denied it: "I'm not A-Wu... Mr. Huo has mistaken me for someone else..."

"If you won't admit it, I'll verify it myself."

The moment he finished speaking, Huo Yanbei pulled Qiao Mian up from the ground.

He gripped her waist tightly with one hand and held the back of her head with the other, then kissed her lips fiercely.

The moment their lips met, Qiao Mian's mind went blank, like fireworks exploding.

Her body was stiff and rigid, preventing her from reacting at all.

Tears welled up in her wide eyes and then streamed down her face.

He forcefully pried open her lips and teeth.

His breath became intertwined with his.