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

Looking back.

She loved him so much that she willingly watched him marry into the Song family, until he got engaged to Song Man.

He once said that even if he got engaged or married, he would still want her to stay by his side for the rest of his life.

He just wanted her to be obedient and do as he asked.

If it weren't for that fire later, he would have kept her as his mistress for life.

She followed him when she was sixteen, not caring about status or title, only whether he loved her.

But in the end, all I got in return were four words: "It's really disgusting."

She was nothing but his plaything.

She left, and he secretly married Song Man and had a child. Now he wants to find her again.

How ridiculous!

Qiao Mian squatted on the ground and silently shed tears for a while. When she stood up, she was so dizzy that she almost couldn't stand up.

After washing her face again, she changed her clothes and folded the white dress, placing it on the sink.

When she went out and didn't see Huo Yanbei, she grabbed her bag from the living room and ran away.

Once outside, I realized that the garden was very large.

Like the secluded courtyards in period dramas.

After wandering through the corridors, gardens, rockeries, fish ponds, arched gates, and stone bridges for more than ten minutes, I finally found the main entrance.

When I went outside, I was completely dumbfounded.

This house is built halfway up the mountain.

Under the dim streetlights, a large tree could be vaguely seen not far away.

Then, there's the endless winding mountain road.

There's no way there are taxis here.

She opened her phone and checked the time; it was already 1 a.m.

A mountain wind swept by, penetrating through my clothes and seeping into my skin, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Qiao Mian shivered, wrapped her coat tighter, and opened the app to call a ride-hailing service.

However, even with an extra tip, no driver accepted the order after waiting for quite a while.

Just as she was giving up and walking down the road, a Rolls-Royce pulled up beside her.

The rear window rolled down, revealing Huo Yanbei's deep and aloof face.

He had one arm draped over the car window, a lit cigarette between his fingers. After flicking off the ash, he turned and gave her a complicated look. "Get in."

Qiao Mian took a step back and lied, "No need to trouble President Huo, I've already called a ride-hailing service."

Hearing this clumsy lie, the man frowned. "Do you want me to carry you up?"

"I……"

The word had barely escaped his lips when the man opened the back door and stepped out, tall and long-legged.

Qiao Mian was so frightened that she hid to the side again.

The way she avoided him like the plague made Huo Yanbei very unhappy. Afraid of scaring her, he tried his best to suppress his temper and did not forcibly carry her into the car.

He took off his cashmere coat, draped it over her shoulders, helped her tighten her collar, then put one hand in his pocket and leaned against the car door.

The cigarette between her fingers flickered, and through the thin smoke dispersed by the wind, the man quietly looked at her: "Don't be stubborn. It's not safe for you to go home alone in the middle of the night. I'll wait for you to get a ride-hailing car before I leave."

"..."

Feeling the burning heat of the cashmere coat seeping into her skin, Qiao Mian did not persist.

I glanced at my phone, but still no driver accepted my order.

If we wait any longer, it might be dawn.

Besides, he gave her his coat; at that moment, he was wearing a thin black sweater.

The mountain nights in early winter are much colder than in the city.

If he stays in the cold wind for a while longer, he'll definitely catch a cold and get a fever.

Then he'll have another reason to cause trouble.

He was very authoritarian; if she didn't get on the bus, he might stand there until dawn.

Qiao Mian bit her lip hard, walked around him, went to the other side, and braced herself to open the car door and get in.

The air conditioning was on inside the car, and there was a partition in front that separated the passenger compartment into a separate, enclosed space.

Even though the overhead light was bright enough, she still felt a little flustered and sat tightly huddled by the car window.

Huo Yanbei noticed that she was sitting quite far away from him, and he couldn't help but frown and glance at her.

Feeling his gaze, Qiao Mian clenched her fingers and shrank back a little.

After the Rolls-Royce drove away, Huo Yanbei suddenly reached out, grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled her close. "Qiao Mian, even if you don't admit it, the sense of familiarity you give me makes me feel like you are my sister, A Wu."

Qiao Mian was pulled and ended up in Huo Yanbei's arms.

Her soft body, through her clothes, pressed tightly against the man's broad, solid chest.

She lay on his lap with her upper body upturned, her little face tilted upwards, like a ripe peach waiting to be picked.

The man stared at her intently, his Adam's apple bobbing.

This posture reminded him of the past, when he would sometimes coax and serve A-Wu on the way back from school.

Thinking of this, my throat became so dry that I couldn't speak.

He reached out and cupped the back of her head, desperately wanting to kiss her.

The atmosphere inside the carriage suddenly became ambiguous.

Qiao Mian was in a state of panic.

The man's eyes, fixed on her, seemed to burn her heart, so intensely seductive they made her bones go weak.

Qiao Mian didn't look at it intentionally, but she couldn't ignore the surging passion beneath the folds of the man's trousers.

All those images of how she used to tremble beneath him in the car flooded back into my mind.

Qiao Mian turned her face away. "Mr. Huo, I'm really not your sister, A-Wu..."

It seems that besides this unconvincing denial, they have nothing else to say.

"Awu, are you blaming me, that's why you won't acknowledge me?"

Huo Yanbei pulled her up with force, making her sit on his lap.

He put one arm around her waist and pinched her cheek with the other, asking...

This position, with only the fabric separating them, allowed her to more clearly feel the heat from the man's body and the surge of power emanating from his veins.

She was terrified.

She tried to break free from his grasp, but he held on even tighter.

It seems that they won't let her go unless she admits that she is A-Wu.

His long, slender fingers, pinching her small face, were almost crushing her cheeks.

When Qiao Mian couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried, she mustered her courage and did something thoughtless.

She suddenly lowered her head, like a maddened little beast, and bit the large hand that was tightly gripping her wrist.

Its sharp, fine teeth bit into Huo Yanbei's wrist.

He became extremely fierce, both violent and forceful.

They even tasted the sweet, fishy smell of fresh blood.

"hiss--"

A deep, muffled groan came from above.

The wrist that had been gripped so tightly was finally freed.

Huo Yanbei stared at the bleeding teeth mark on his wrist, frowned, and swept his cold gaze over her: "Are you a dog?"

This woman actually dared to bite him!

In this respect, she is unlike Awu.

Ah Wu used to be very well-behaved...

Qiao Mian never expected that he would bite her!

It even drew blood.

She was very flustered.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

She struggled frantically out of his arms.

Then, the man suddenly bent over and let out a groan that was even deeper than before.

Qiao Mian then realized that she had done something dangerous again.

My fingers curled up involuntarily, and the warmth still lingered in my palms.