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

Because of his excessive height, his legs dangled under the sofa armrests.

Even with his eyes closed, he was frowning.

The aura that keeps strangers away remains.

Qiao Mian walked very quietly, preparing to return to her bedroom, change into her own clothes, and slip away.

However, as soon as she took a step, her wrist was tightly gripped by a large hand.

Qiao Mian turned her head to look.

The man on the sofa had opened his eyes at some point.

A hint of weariness was visible in his eyes, and he stared at her with a gloomy gaze.

Qiao Mian lowered her eyes, her gaze falling directly on the peach pit red rope bracelet on his wrist.

The image of him forcibly kissing me in the elevator keeps replaying in my mind, frame by frame.

She pulled her hand away in embarrassment and anger. "Mr. Huo, you took advantage of me in this situation and were rude and disrespectful to me in the elevator. That's too much."

"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune?"

Huo Yanbei stood up, bent down, and stared at her flushed face. "Awu, if I really took advantage of you while you were unconscious, I would have killed you long ago."

If he hadn't already relieved himself with his hand, he really wouldn't have been able to hold back and would have thrust into her body.

However, he couldn't control his body when lying in the same bed with her, so he slept in the living room instead.

"you……"

Hearing his domineering and explicit words, Qiao Mian blushed all the way to the roots of her neck and vehemently denied it: "President Huo, I am not A Wu."

Huo Yanbei didn't believe it. He raised his hand, ruffled her hair, and then pulled her into his arms. "Awu, six years have passed. Why have you become so disobedient..."

"I'm not A-Wu... Mr. Huo, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Qiao Mian pushed him away, her breathing disordered.

Then, pointing to the oversized dress that barely covered her shoulders, she pretended not to know whose dress it was, and said, "This dress doesn't suit me. I'll change it off and return it to you. It's getting late, and I need to go home."

After saying that, she ran into the bedroom.

The door was locked from the inside.

But just as she was about to take off her dress, the doorknob turned, and then the door opened from the outside.

Qiao Mian quickly straightened her skirt, glared at him, and said, "Mr. Huo, it's very impolite of you to barge in like this."

"This is my home."

At this point, he walked up to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and pointed to the bedroom. "Awu, do you remember? This is your old bedroom. Your brother moved all your old things here... This is our home too."

"I don't recognize this place... Mr. Huo, you've really mistaken me for someone else."

Qiao Mian broke free from his embrace, but he forcibly pulled her to the wardrobe.

He opened the wardrobe, pointed to a whole row of clothes hanging inside, and said, "Awu, these are all clothes you used to wear..."

He paused for a moment, then whispered in her ear, "And all the toys you used to have."

"..."

Qiao Mian stared wide-eyed in shock.

The wardrobe was not only filled with clothes she wore throughout the four seasons when she lived in the Huo family.

There are also bras, panties, and stockings.

And various styles and designs of sexy lingerie.

Even the hair ties and headbands were kept.

She even saw adult products stored in a box.

Those were all things Huo Yanbei had bought for her before.

He has a strong sex drive and always likes to try new and exciting things.

At that time, she was young and naive, and Huo Yanbei had to teach her about love little by little.

This is the first time I've ever watched an embarrassing short video.

It was my first time using all sorts of adult products.

I learned a move from a short video for the first time to satisfy him...

All her first experiences were guided by him, and he personally taught and practiced them...

Looking at the utensils, Qiao Mian blushed and turned her face away in embarrassment, gritting her teeth as she sarcastically said, "Excuse my bluntness, but Mr. Huo has been mistaking me for your sister, A-Wu. Could it be that you and your sister have that kind of relationship?"

"Awu, stop pretending."

Huo Yanbei pinched her small face with his long, slender fingers, making her look into his eyes. "You are my sister, and also my..."

He paused here, then stopped talking.

Qiao Mian gave a weak laugh: "What is it to you?"

Is he talking about exports?

At that time, she was just his mistress.

His only publicly acknowledged identity is that of his sister.

"What kind of existence does A-Wu hold for you?"

She asked a question, like an observer.

Huo Yanbei's throat tightened.

There was a moment of silence.

Yes, what exactly is A-Wu to him...?

Aside from his younger sister, he had never defined her identity...

He just wanted her to stay with him, to never leave him...

"Is A-Wu your lover?"

Qiao Mian spoke for him.

The next instant, the man's rough hands gripped her slender neck tightly.

"Shut up! Awu isn't my lover!"

Suddenly grabbed by the neck, Qiao Mian gasped for breath and coughed involuntarily. "If President Huo really believed I was your sister, A-Wu, then when you yelled at me just now, you wouldn't have used 'she's not your lover,' you would have used 'you're not your lover,' wouldn't you?"

At this point, she pointed to her slightly open mouth, "Mr. Huo, I apologize for my slip of the tongue, but please be realistic. I reminded you last time that your sister is hearing impaired, while I am not. Such an obvious difference, yet you insist on assuming I am her. Don't you think that's a bit far-fetched?"

Huo Yanbei paused for a moment, then released his grip.

When he caught sight of the deep finger marks on her fair neck, a flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. "Are you really not A-Wu? But..."

"Mr. Huo."

Qiao Mian interrupted him, rubbing her neck where he had gripped her so tightly, "There are many people in this world who look alike, and quite a few who share common characteristics. Mr. Huo, why force a complete stranger like me to be related to your sister?"

She couldn't confront him directly and provoke him any longer, so she had to patiently and calmly explain to him.

But he wouldn't listen at all. "It's impossible for one person to have so many things in common with another. Awu has claustrophobia, and so do you. Is that just a coincidence?"

Upon hearing him mention claustrophobia, Qiao Mian instantly understood. "The elevator accident—was you deliberately testing me?"

Huo Yanbei pursed his thin lips. "I just want to verify..."

"Mr. Huo!"

Qiao Mian was truly enraged, glaring at him with red eyes, "I'm so glad I'm not your sister, A Wu. If she were still alive, I believe she wouldn't be with a lunatic like you who so easily jokes around with other people's bodies!"

After saying that, she pushed him away, turned around, picked up her clothes from the bedside table, and rushed to the bathroom.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her face already streaked with tears, she splashed several handfuls of cold water on her face.

But I still couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"madman!"

She gritted her teeth, slowly squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and sobbed softly with grievance and resentment.

He hasn't changed at all; he only cares about himself and never considers other people's feelings.