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

Qiao Mian finally understood what he meant, and gave a mocking smirk: "So, when President Huo suggested that I be with you, it was purely to use me as a substitute for your sister, right?"

Although I already knew he had this intention, I still couldn't help but confirm it.

Huo Yanbei frankly admitted without any hesitation, "Yes, I want you to be my sister, Awu."

Qiao Mian pushed him away resentfully. "Mr. Huo, I still stand by my previous answer: I will not be your mistress, much less a substitute for someone else!"

After saying that, she put away her laptop and was about to get up in a panic when Huo Yanbei pulled her into his arms.

He gripped her waist with his hand and pressed her down onto his lap.

This pose is extremely suggestive.

Coupled with the noise from their previous arguments and physical altercations, they had already attracted a lot of strange looks from others.

At this moment, the two were behaving intimately, and were being watched. Qiao Mian panicked and pushed him away: "Let go of me, someone is watching..."

Huo Yanbei shifted his body slightly, pulling her head close and pressing her face against his chest, his back blocking others from seeing her.

The man's high, straight nose gently brushed against her temple. "I'm not afraid of being seen."

"You're not afraid, but I am..."

Qiao Mian angrily slapped him on the shoulder.

Although she was annoyed, the blows didn't hurt at all. To the man, it looked like she was just being coquettish and throwing a tantrum.

Huo Yanbei curled his lips slightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

This statement carried a slightly irreverent, teasing tone.

Qiao Mian's cheeks flushed slightly. She wanted to get out of his arms, but when she looked up, she saw someone taking pictures.

She was so frightened that she immediately shrank into his arms. "If we're photographed and it gets posted online, I..."

She was so anxious she almost cried.

She never wants to experience being called a mistress or lover again...

Seeing that she was genuinely frightened, her whole body was trembling.

The man asked softly, "Do you trust me?"

Qiao Mian looked at him uneasily.

His expression was calm, and his aloof and imposing air gave people a strong sense of security.

At this point, Qiao Mian had no choice but to trust him.

Because she believed that Huo Yanbei was definitely less willing to be photographed than she was.

He is the president of the prestigious Huo Group. If a scandal involving infidelity were to break out, it would inevitably affect the Huo Group's stock price.

and so--

Qiao Mian nodded. "I believe you..."

Huo Yanbei smiled slightly and whispered in her ear, "Be good, hold me tight."

Qiao Mian hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes, wrapped her small arms around his neck, and buried her face in his chest.

The next moment, the man scooped her up in his arms.

Suddenly suspended in mid-air, Qiao Mian was startled. The hands wrapped around his neck tightened abruptly, and just as she was about to struggle, a deep, menacing voice came from above her head, "If you want to be on the front page tomorrow, you can get down and walk out yourself."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mian buried her face in his chest again.

Huo Yanbei lowered his eyes, glanced at the obedient woman, curled his lips slightly, and strode downstairs and out of the coffee shop.

Only after getting into a black Rolls-Royce did Qiao Mian lift her head from his lap. "Mr. Huo, we're out, but what if we were photographed?"

Huo Yanbei used his fingertip to wipe away a tear clinging to the corner of her eye. "I'll handle it."

"Oh……"

Qiao Mian's panicked heart finally calmed down a bit.

Noticing that she was still in his arms, she immediately released his neck and was about to get off his lap when the man pressed her back down.

"Mr. Huo, since we're not going to talk about work, I'm going home now..."

As she said this, she glanced around the car and noticed that the driver was not there and there were only two people in the entire car. Her tense back instantly straightened.

Huo Yanbei tucked a strand of hair stuck to the woman's sweaty temple behind her ear. "Qiao Mian, if I don't deal with this being photographed today, do you think it'll become a trending topic tomorrow?"

"Wha...what do you mean?"

Qiao Mian's tongue stammered in panic.

Huo Yanbei raised an eyebrow with amusement, "If you agree to be my sister, A-Wu, then everything that happened at the coffee shop today won't be on the news."

"you……"

Qiao Mian was stunned for a long time before she suddenly realized what was going on. "Did you arrange for the people taking photos at the coffee shop?"

The man's rough fingertips traced her lips. "Attorney Qiao, isn't it a little too late to realize this now?"

"asshole!"

Qiao Mian was furious. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "You set this up today just to threaten me? Huo Yanbei, you're shameless!"

No wonder he was so calm when she told him someone was taking pictures at the coffee shop.

He even swaggered out carrying her in his arms.

It turns out he deliberately let the two of them be photographed so he could control and threaten her!

He's even more terrifying than he was six years ago!

They will stop at nothing to get what they want!

She was trembling with anger, feeling that the slap was too light. Just as she raised her hand to hit him again, Huo Yanbei grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the car window.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against his slapped left cheek, staring at the defenseless woman beneath him. "You know very well what I want. Don't force me to do anything more shameless."

Qiao Mian gritted her teeth and glared at him: "Putting aside whether I care about my reputation, Mr. Huo, do you really dare to put those photos they just took online? Aren't you afraid your wife will hate you, aren't you afraid that you, the dignified Mr. Huo, will be branded as having an affair with your subordinate, thus damaging the Huo family's reputation?"

Just as he finished speaking, Huo Yanbei's phone rang.

He opened his phone, opened an email, and showed her his phone screen. "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. After ten seconds, this document will be automatically sent to the email addresses of all media reporters."

"you……"

Qiao Mian was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes again.

His suicidal actions were as obsessive as those of a madman!

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Numbers spilled from the man's thin lips, like death warrants, dragging her little by little into hell.

"Six, five, four..."

Upon hearing the word "four," Qiao Mian completely panicked: "Huo Yanbei, stop going crazy!"

"Three, two..."

Just as she was about to utter the word "one," Qiao Mian closed her eyes in defeat, nodded, and said, "I promise..."

A faint glint flashed in Huo Yanbei's eyes. He slowly reached out and stroked her cheek, gently commanding, "Awu, call me brother..."

Qiao Mian turned her face away, biting her lip tightly. As a tear fell, she murmured, "Brother..."

Huo Yanbei cupped her face in his hands as if she were a precious treasure, "Awu, you're finally back. Your brother missed you so much..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he uncontrollably kissed her lips.

"Well……"

Qiao Mian stammered and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hands and pressed her down onto the chair next to him.

The man's long, slender fingers parted hers and forcibly intertwined with hers.