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

Qiao Mian replied in a muffled voice, "I saw it on the news..."

A flicker of interest crossed the man's eyes: "You're quite interested in me?"

Qiao Mian choked for a moment.

She knew that making up any excuse would only arouse his suspicion.

So, he made up a half-true, half-false story: "To be honest, I'm a fan of your and your wife's CP (couple pairing), so naturally I pay more attention to them."

Back then, his relationship with Song Man was even more popular than that of celebrities.

He has a large following.

Even now, a large number of fans are still obsessed with it.

Even the police officer laughed and said, "Mr. Huo, my sister is a fan of your wife."

Huo Yanbei rubbed his furrowed brows and didn't ask any more questions.

However, the temperature in the ward suddenly dropped several degrees as the man's face gradually darkened.

The atmosphere inexplicably became oppressive.

Qiao Mian seized the opportunity to change the subject: "Officer, do I still need to get a medical examination?"

Reminded by her, the police officer returned to the main topic: "Mr. Huo, what about Young Master Song Chen..."

Huo Yanbei interrupted calmly: "It was wrong of him to hurt someone. He should be punished and detained. Please proceed."

"Yes……"

The police breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Mr. Huo would propose a private settlement.

However, it was really too much for that young master Song to hurt a girl like that.

"I'll go back to the police station to handle this first. As for Miss Qiao..."

"As a family member of the person who committed the assault, I will naturally take good care of the victim."

After speaking, Huo Yanbei sat down on the chair in front of the hospital bed.

Qiao Mian was so frightened that she moved further inside the bed.

She knows Huo Yanbei very well.

He used a feigned retreat to advance, and after the police were sent away, she became like a little white rabbit in a wolf's den, at their mercy.

"Officer, I..."

Qiao Mian struggled to sit up, and as Huo Yanbei reached out to help her, his thin lips brushed against her fair earlobe: "Attorney Qiao from Ronghua Law Firm, hanging out in bars, are you short of money?"

"..."

Qiao Mian stared at him in shock.

Huo Yanbei raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly.

She had to change the words she was about to say: "Officer... I'd like to have a private talk with Mr. Huo."

"Oh well."

After the police left, Qiao Mian frowned and looked at Huo Yanbei: "When did Mr. Huo find out that I'm Ronghua's lawyer?"

"Hard to guess?"

"..."

They probably guessed it because they saw that she was familiar with the legal provisions.

He then ordered someone to investigate her.

Thinking of this, she asked, "Mr. Huo, did you order the contraband to be completely removed from VIP room 809 immediately after learning that Song Chen's bar had been reported?"

Huo Yanbei smiled and said, "You're very smart."

Qiao Mian sneered: "Unlike Mr. Huo, who is so cunning, knowing full well that my accusation was not false, he puts on the posture of a magnanimous victim and demands an apology from me. He is quite adept at distorting the truth."

"You are not innocent either."

"What do you mean?"

Huo Yanbei stood up: "Attorney Qiao, are you planning to keep the video you secretly filmed in the private room for future blackmail?"

"..."

Qiao Mian was startled.

How did he know?

It turned out that he had already guessed that she had the video.

They were worried that she would hand over the evidence to the police.

That's why they asked for reconciliation...

Compared to his ruthless and aggressive style six years ago, this man has become more composed.

But their cunning is also deeper.

More dangerous.

"I don't have the video."

She denied it, forcing herself to be honest.

"You're certainly stubborn."

Huo Yanbei leaned against the window, his long legs casually crossed, lit a cigarette, and carefully examined the woman as he exhaled smoke.

Her heavy makeup had been removed, revealing her original appearance.

It was an extremely pure and delicate face.

Her oval face, devoid of makeup, had a sickly pallor, yet her skin was as white and delicate as mutton fat jade.

Her peach blossom eyes were as clear and bright as a pool of misty rain, pure and untouched by any impurities.

Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded down her lower back like a waterfall.

Aside from her gaudy attire, her demeanor was both innocent and alluring.

His face has a youthful appearance.

He looks like a college student in his early twenties.

She's so thin it's almost pitiful.

For some reason, looking at her always gives me a strange sense of familiarity.

"How old is Attorney Qiao?"

Feeling uneasy under his intense gaze, and hearing him ask her age, Qiao Mian hurriedly shrank back into the bed: "Twenty-seven years old."

She reported being a year older than she should have been.

Because Qiao Mian's ID card shows she is 27 years old.

"It doesn't look like it."

"Mr. Huo looks quite old."

"also?"

The man gave a half-smile, "I think you look young, but you think I'm old?"

"..."

Qiao Mian bit her lip.

I was nervous just now, so I just blurted it out.

Now, he is radiant and elegant, even more aloof and outstanding than he was six years ago.

Not old at all...

Seeing her curled up in a ball, even adopting a defensive posture, Huo Yanbei chuckled and gave a slight smile.

He was also surprised that he was chatting with a strange woman.

He stubbed out the remaining half of his cigarette, threw it in the trash can, and got back to the point: "Attorney Qiao, you didn't hand the video over to the police, wasn't it to increase your bargaining power during negotiations? Since you're after money, name your price, and I'll buy it."

Feeling humiliated by his misunderstanding, Qiao Mian said angrily, "Mr. Huo, no matter how much money you offer, I will not sell."

"Beautiful lady, don't make promises you can't keep."

Just then, a clear and melodious voice came from the doorway.

Qiao Mian looked in the direction of the sound.

A handsome and refined man in a suit walked in.

When she saw who it was, Qiao Mian's brows furrowed deeply.

She recognized the man.

Gu Huainian.

Huo Yanbei's childhood friend.

His Zhongcheng Law Firm has become one of the top law firms in the industry.

He is the nationally renowned lawyer Gu.

But in private, he is a charming rogue with a sharp tongue and a gentlemanly demeanor.

Back then, among Huo Yanbei's friends, he was the one who loved to tease her the most for being a little mute and a big fat girl.

Recalling how those people verbally humiliated her to her face back then, the physiological nausea she experienced caused her stomach to churn violently.

She covered her mouth and gagged.

He got off the hospital bed, staggered to the bathroom, and vomited into the toilet.

"Damn, am I a virus or something? You vomit the moment you see me?"

Gu Huainian twitched his eyebrows, both angry and amused.

Huo Yanbei ignored him and followed him into the restroom.

Qiao Mian didn't eat much all day, and she didn't vomit anything.

Utterly disgusting.

Only when the nausea in her stomach subsided did she stand up and walk weakly to the sink.

I turned on the tap and splashed a handful of cold water on my face.

Looking up, she saw Huo Yanbei's cold and imposing face reflected in the mirror.

The hands gripping the sink tightened little by little.

Qiao Mian looked at him in the mirror.

He watched her quietly.

The standoff lasted no more than two seconds before she gave in, turning around to quickly escape his sight. Huo Yanbei reached out and grabbed her slender wrist: "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Qiao Mian was about to break free, but she froze when she saw a peach pit red rope bracelet peeking out from the man's sleeve.