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

Her senses were completely overwhelmed by his domineering and powerful aura.

It was about to shred her lips and tongue.

He kissed her fiercely and passionately. He kissed her wildly.

In the darkness, the feeling of holding her and kissing her, the sweet scent of her body, were all so familiar.

At this moment, Huo Yanbei was practically going crazy.

"A-Wu..."

He bit her lips, held her slender waist captive, and wished he could meld her whole being into his very bones.

Qiao Mian was about to drown in the storm he stirred up; only by clinging tightly to him could she avoid sinking.

The prolonged lack of oxygen and fear made it hard for her to breathe.

My head was spinning, and finally, I passed out in his arms.

Feeling the soft body in his arms sink, the man lifted her up and pulled her into his embrace.

He buried his face in her sweaty neck, and murmured with pity and guilt, "Awu, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressured you..."

A short while later, the lights in the elevator suddenly became as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, the elevator doors opened.

At this point, the elevator had descended to basement level one.

Chen Ke, who had been waiting outside the elevator, was startled when she saw President Huo holding the unconscious Qiao Mian in his arms: "President Huo, did Attorney Qiao faint from fright?"

Huo Yanbei ignored him and quickly walked out of the elevator.

Chen Ke immediately ran to the car and opened the back door.

After Huo Yanbei carried Qiao Mian into the car, he ordered, "Go to Lan Garden, and then call Xiao Shi over."

"Yes."

……

Lan Garden.

Inside a bedroom decorated in a Chinese style.

The magnificent crystal chandelier shone down, casting a soft, shimmering light on the woman's pale face.

It made her look delicate and beautiful.

Huo Yanbei sat on the edge of the bed, holding a damp towel in his hand, gently wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead.

As he withdrew his hand, Qiao Mian suddenly gripped his sleeve tightly.

"I'm scared... let me out..."

Still dazed and frightened, Qiao Mian trembled and murmured weakly.

Huo Yanbei leaned down, gently stroking her soft, long hair, and coaxed her in a hoarse voice, "Awu, be good, don't be afraid, brother is here..."

As he spoke, his breath warmed the woman's face.

Qiao Mian's trembling body curled up slightly.

Like a lone duckweed adrift, she sought refuge in a safe place, and a pair of slender arms tightly embraced his neck.

Huo Yanbei had to bend down even lower, pressing his forehead against hers.

It's piping hot.

"Yan Bei".

A deep, magnetic voice rang out.

A man wearing a light gray overcoat and black trousers, carrying a medical kit, walked in.

He was born with a sophisticated, world-weary face.

When she's not smiling, she gives off a dull and uninteresting vibe.

Slow-paced.

They walk slowly.

Huo Yanbei glanced at him anxiously, "Xiao Shi, come and see, she has a fever."

Xiao Shi nodded, walked to the bedside, and sat down in the chair.

Upon seeing Qiao Mian's face clearly, he remarked, "So she is Qiao Mian. She's very beautiful. No wonder Gu Huainian kept talking about her."

Huo Yanbei's expression darkened, but he remained silent.

Two minutes later, Xiao Shi finished taking Qiao Mian's pulse.

He got up and went to sit on the sofa in the outer room.

"How is she?"

Huo Yanbei followed and asked.

Xiao Shi said calmly, "She doesn't have a fever, it's a physical acute fever caused by palpitations and shortness of breath, and she's also been frightened. She'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

After saying that, she gave Huo Yanbei a meaningful look: "However, her body is severely deficient in blood and energy, which is probably due to her previous childbirth and lack of proper care. It will be difficult for her to get pregnant in the future."

He was Huo Yanbei's childhood friend, and he was pleased to tell him the woman's true physical condition.

After all, this was the first time Huo Yanbei had brought a woman to Lan Garden.

It must be a lover cherished in one's heart...

Huo Yanbei had no doubt about Xiao Shi's medical skills.

However, he was surprised to learn that Qiao Mian had given birth.

Thinking about her WeChat profile picture, which is a child's doodle, and the fact that she has a useless boyfriend...

So, she and her useless boyfriend had a child?

Huo Yanbei's already cold expression grew even colder.

After Xiao Shi left, he sat down by the bedside and looked at the woman curled up on the bed, a hint of tenderness appearing between his brows.

Nothing else matters, as long as she is his Awu.

"Hug... Mu Cheng..."

At this moment, Qiao Mian, who was not sleeping soundly, uttered a name.

Although the sound was very soft, he still heard it.

"Mu Cheng?"

Is that her good-for-nothing boyfriend's name?

The man unconsciously clenched his fists.

A strong possessiveness filled my heart.

He took a white dress from the closet, called the maid, and helped her change.

She wasn't Qiao Mian, nor was she anyone's girlfriend; she was his sister, A Wu.

No one but him is allowed to touch it.

……

The night outside the window was cold and deep.

Qiao Mian tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy to open them.

I could faintly hear heavy breathing and rustling sounds.

"A-Wu..."

Huo Yanbei lay down next to Qiao Mian, keeping a distance from her.

He gazed at the woman's face, her eyes half-closed and hazy, and from her beautifully shaped lips came increasingly labored, suppressed breaths...

Those breathless cries of "A-Wu" echoed in my ears like a demonic chant.

Qiao Mian suddenly opened her eyes.

My mind seemed to have crashed; it was hazy for a while before I rubbed my dizzy head and sat up in bed.

Looking around at the familiar, antique-style bedroom, she was so frightened that her face turned deathly pale.

Am I dreaming?

Is she with the Huo family?

This bedroom is exactly the same as the one she lived in at the Huo family's house six years ago.

Even the furnishings are exactly the same.

A faint scent of grass and trees filled the air.

She turned her head and looked out the window.

The buildings in the courtyard outside... are not the Huo residence.

Where is she now?

Qiao Mian pinched her arm hard; the slight stinging pain made her frown.

Not a dream.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, fragmented images of being pinned down in the elevator by Huo Yanbei and being entangled in a kiss flashed through her mind.

She doesn't remember what happened after that.

Did Huo Yanbei bring her here?

This bedroom was also a one-to-one replica of the bedroom she lived in back then.

Thinking of this, Qiao Mian's first reaction was to lift the blanket and check if there was anything unusual about her body.

However, when she lifted the blanket and saw that she was wearing a white dress, she was so frightened that her blood froze.

This dress was bought for her by Huo Yanbei when she was still living in the Huo family.

Six years later, he actually wore it again...

It must be Huo Yanbei!

Qiao Mian hurriedly got off the bed.

I felt weak and lightheaded, as if I were walking on cotton.

She leaned against the wall and walked out of the bedroom. When she saw Huo Yanbei lying on the sofa in the living room, her heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough it was him.

At this moment, he was wearing a navy blue bathrobe, lying on his side on the sofa, still asleep.