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

Even putting on a watch and adjusting cufflinks, she had to do it herself.

At that moment, he shed his usual gloom and became like a clingy big wolfhound.

Even though they look fierce, they can be clingy at times.

But things are different now than they were six years ago.

"Mr. Huo, please put it on yourself..."

She lowered her head and refused in a muffled voice.

The man pinched her cheek. "The sooner you change your clothes, the sooner I can leave."

As he said this, he grabbed her slender waist.

His rough, broad palms pressed firmly against her lower back, his thin lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low and husky, "Or is it that you don't want me to go out?"

As he spoke, his warm breath sprayed onto her neck, making her skin itch and feel numb.

Startled and caught in the tense atmosphere of an "illicit affair," Qiao Mian's face instantly turned bright red with embarrassment and anger.

"No, you wear it yourself..."

She pushed him away, embarrassed and annoyed.

The man remained unmoved, lowering his eyes and gazing at her with a leisurely air.

It was as if he wouldn't leave the house today if she hadn't helped him get dressed.

He was clearly threatening her on purpose.

Qiao Mian glanced at the doorway, gritted her teeth in annoyance, and skillfully and efficiently helped him put on the clothes.

When buttoning his shirt, she turned her face away, not daring to touch his overly well-defined and handsome chest muscles, or his prominent and sexy abs.

Throughout the entire process, the man stared at her without blinking.

His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to stare her through.

Qiao Mian felt her scalp tingle from being stared at.

Just as he was tying her tie, Huo Yanbei suddenly grabbed her waist, lifted her up slightly, and placed her on the sink.

His long knees forced her legs apart.

Gao Kuo leaned down, his other hand tightly cupping the back of her head, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips deeply.

In that instant, it felt like a burst of fireworks exploded in Qiao Mian's head.

He kissed her roughly, giving her no chance to resist.

In fact, Qiao Mian was so frightened that her body was stiff.

They dared not make the slightest sound.

In the cramped bathroom, all that could be heard were their anxious, panting breaths.

"Hold me..."

The man bit her lips, his breath carrying a seductive, hoarse, and sensual tone.

Qiao Mian was uncooperative and tried to push his shoulder, but she couldn't get away no matter what she did.

They dared not struggle too much, for fear of making a commotion.

Seeing that she wouldn't listen, the man picked her up from the sink.

Suddenly lifted into the air, Qiao Mian, afraid of falling, instinctively wrapped her legs around the man's waist.

"Hold me..."

The man gave the order again.

It conveyed an unquestionable command.

Seeing him carrying her toward the door, Qiao Mian was so frightened that she had no choice but to obediently stretch out her slender arms and cling to his neck.

The man's breathing became erratic, and he tightened his grip on her waist, pressing her down hard on her abdomen.

The kiss was even more brutal than before.

They gave her absolutely no chance to catch her breath.

Driven by fear and the constant threat of being discovered in their affair, the kisses grew increasingly passionate.

Soon Qiao Mian was kissed until she was dizzy and had no choice but to cling to him, enduring his increasingly intense kisses.

The kiss lasted a long time.

When Qiao Mian was almost suffocating in his arms, the man stopped, staring at the woman who had gone limp in his arms, as if he saw the shadow of A Wu, who had been bullied terribly by him and nestled in his arms.

"A-Wu..."

He rubbed his forehead against hers, his nose touching hers, his breath hot against her skin.

Qiao Mian was limp and powerless, her hands trembling as she gripped his shoulders, weakly reminding him, "Mr. Huo, I'm not A-Wu..."

The man gently kissed her lips: "Qiao Mian, when you're with me, you are A-Wu, and you can only be A-Wu..."

Qiao Mian understood that he was using her as a substitute...

While she was lost in thought, Huo Yanbei smoothed her hair, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and placed her back on the sink. He braced his arms on either side of her, still a little out of breath, and said, "Help me tidy my clothes."

Qiao Mian dared not look into his lustful eyes, lowered her eyelashes, and reached out to straighten his tangled tie.

"And pants."

He touched her forehead to hers, his voice hoarse as he reminded her.

Qiao Mian looked down and her face turned bright red.

The belt must have come undone during the kiss.

At this moment, the loosely hanging garment around his waist contrasted sharply with his cold and aloof face, making him appear exceptionally sexy and alluring.

Qiao Mian blushed and turned her face away, saying, "Do it yourself..."

Seeing her shyness, the man whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I told you, I won't have any physical relations with you."

After saying that, he straightened his belt and left the bathroom.

Soon, when she heard the sound of a door closing outside, Qiao Mian slid off the sink.

He collapsed to the ground, feeling weak all over.

After sitting there for a long time, I got up by leaning on the sink.

Looking at her slightly swollen lips in the mirror, and the several deep purple hickeys on her neck, Qiao Mian closed her eyes in annoyance and shame.

She turned on the tap and poured cold water on her face again and again.

Finally, looking at her disheveled and cowardly reflection in the mirror, tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

Finally, she lost control of her emotions, covered her face, and cried.

More than resenting Huo Yanbei's domineering and forceful nature, she hated herself for not being strong enough to escape his control.

She hid from him for six years, only to end up becoming his plaything again...

She really didn't understand.

He clearly loves Song Man, so how could he dare to treat her like that while his wife was still out...?

This is the same as it was six years ago.

He and Song Man attended various banquets together, publicly announcing their marriage in a high-profile manner.

In public, they are a loving couple.

But at night, he and she were inseparable, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

At that time, the sentence he said most often was, "Awu, you just need to stay by your brother's side. I promise, we will be together for a lifetime."

What is the difference between the present and the past?

She almost became a mistress who couldn't be seen in public again...

Thinking of this, she wiped away her tears forcefully, straightened her clothes, picked up her bag, and left the room.

As soon as I stepped out of the club, I saw Chen Ke standing in front of a black Bentley.

He opened the back door. "President Huo said he's giving you a day off today, and he wants me to take you home to rest."

After saying that, he handed over a card, "This is for you, Mr. Huo. He told you not to deliver food anymore."

Qiao Mian didn't answer. "Sorry, I don't need it."

Seeing that she was determined not to accept it, Chen Ke hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to take the card back.

"Then I'll take you home."

"No need, I rode my electric bike here last night, I need to ride it back."

After saying that, she turned around, walked to the front of the electric scooter, took a spare helmet from under the back seat, put it on, and rode away.

Chen Ke shook her head with a sigh.

I didn't expect Qiao Mian to be so stubborn.

However, regardless of anything else, she is now the woman that President Huo has taken a liking to.

No, it's a stand-in.

There is no escape.

……

Inside a Rolls-Royce.

While waiting at a red light, Song Man took Huo Yanbei's arm. "Yanbei, could you please not stay out overnight anymore?"

The man pulled his arm away from her grasp. "Song Man, you've crossed the line."