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

"..."

Qiao Mian froze.

Even without turning around, one could tell that this "kind person" was Huo Yanbei.

How did I run into him again...?

At this moment, the two were very close to each other.

I was so close I could feel the powerful, pounding of his heart.

That tension, stemming from physiological tension, returned.

She clenched her fists, agonizing over how to greet him after turning around, when Huo Yanbei's aloof voice drifted into her ears: "Make way."

"Uh... okay... thank you."

Qiao Mian lowered her head and stepped aside.

I stuttered again because I was nervous.

Huo Yanbei glanced at her with a puzzled look.

This woman, who was sharp-tongued and composed when confronting Gu Huainian earlier, is now very nervous in front of him...

When he caught a glimpse of her thinly dressed, dazzlingly white legs and her small, red feet from the cold, he frowned slightly.

He stared at me intently.

Qiao Mian's first reaction was to run away.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard a staff member's respectful voice: "Sir, your cake is packaged. The total is 3999."

"Um."

"This black swan cake symbolizes deep love; you bought it for your wife, right...?"

The rest of the conversation was cut off by the glass door slamming shut.

After stumbling and running outside, Qiao Mian squatted down on the ground, panting.

I was annoyed that I had fled in such a panic.

She also resented herself for not being able to relax in front of him.

Huo Yanbei was like a cancer cell in her body; the more she tried to remove him, the more excruciating the pain became.

A tear fell.

Qiao Mian stubbornly wiped it off with all her might.

As soon as she got up, she saw a fat, overweight man get on her shared electric scooter.

The car wasn't locked.

If it gets ridden away, who knows how much they'll lose for free transportation fees.

She quickly walked over: "Brother, this is the car I repainted. Would you like me to repaint it again?"

She was friendly.

The man, reeking of alcohol, spat on the ground: "Damn it! I rode it first, how did it become yours?"

Not wanting to cause trouble, Qiao Mian patiently said, "If you want to ride away, that's fine, but you can re-swipe the card after I return the bike, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the man became enraged and hurled insults: "I still want to ride you! Look at what you're dressed like, you're probably some cheap slut from some brothel, get lost! Get out of my way!"

After he finished cursing, he shoved her hard.

Qiao Mian couldn't withstand his brute force and lost her balance, falling heavily to the ground.

Her slender, pale arm slammed against the concrete floor, leaving a long, bloody scratch.

Qiao Mian endured the pain and got up from the ground. She stopped arguing with him and went straight to the back of the electric scooter, reaching out to pull the lock hard.

With a whoosh.

A voice notification sounded indicating successful car return.

Seeing that the bike wouldn't move, the man, enraged, flipped it over and yelled, "You bitch! You want to die?!"

After saying that, he raised his large, fat hand, about to slap her face, but Qiao Mian didn't dodge. Instead, she calmly took a step closer to him and said, "According to Article 43 of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, assaulting another person is punishable by detention of not less than five days but not more than ten days."

"Damn, you seem to know a thing or two about the law! Even if you're a lawyer, I'm not afraid of you!"

The man uttered harsh words, but his hand, raised in mid-air, visibly stiffened for a moment.

Seeing that he was intimidated, Qiao Mian pointed to the bloody wound on her elbow and continued, "There are surveillance cameras everywhere around here. Either apologize to me now and leave, or I will call the police and get a medical examination, but I will not accept mediation. You also have to compensate me for medical expenses."

As she finished speaking, she took out her phone from her bag, turned her body to the side, and pretended to call the police: "Hello, is this 110? I've been...

Halfway through his sentence, the man hurriedly waved his hand, "Alright, alright! Is it really worth it over a piece of junk? I apologize, okay?"

After apologizing insincerely, the man ran away.

Qiao Mian gently patted her trembling chest and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

My palms were sweaty.

Although she was in the right, she was still afraid of confronting a man head-on late at night.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang behind me.

Qiao Mian turned around and looked.

My heart, which had just calmed down, jumped into my throat again.

The man was fine when he left, but now he's knocked unconscious on the ground.

The key point is that... Huo Yanbei was standing right next to him.

I don't know how long I stood there...

At this moment, his eyes were cold and indifferent as he stared intently at her.

His gaze sent chills down her spine.

Qiao Mian lowered her eyelashes, pointed at the unconscious man on the ground, and distanced herself from the situation: "He... he doesn't seem to have anything to do with me."

"Um……"

Huo Yanbei stepped over the man's bloodied face and strode towards her, his expression indifferent and devoid of any human emotion: "It's none of my business."

"..."

Qiao Mian was terrified!

I even heard the sound of my nose bone breaking.

This violent and ruthless energy is even more dangerous than it was six years ago!

She didn't want to have anything to do with him, so she avoided him and left.

However, as they brushed past each other, her slender wrist, frozen white, was suddenly grabbed by the man's beautiful, long hand.

His palms were burning hot, pressing against her skin, yet they caused her physical discomfort.

Especially when she saw the bloodstains on the back of his hand, Qiao Mian was so frightened that she forcefully shook off his hand.

Only then did he realize that the man on the ground hadn't been knocked unconscious from the fall, but rather from being knocked unconscious by him!

Qiao Mian rubbed the wrist that he had touched vigorously.

He tried to cleanse his scent and warmth from his skin.

Huo Yanbei didn't expect her to react so strongly. His cold brows furrowed slightly as he handed her a package: "Attorney Qiao, here's your cake."

"..."

Qiao Mian then noticed that he was carrying two bags in his other hand.

One of the bags belonged to her.

I was so focused on escaping that I forgot to take the cake.

"Thanks."

She was a little embarrassed. She took the bag and was about to walk past him again when Huo Yanbei reached out and stopped her: "The doctor said you can't be discharged yet."

Qiao Mian pursed her lips: "Mr. Huo, I promise that no matter how serious my injury is, I will never blackmail you in the future."

"After all, I have already experienced your methods, and I cannot afford to offend you."

Seeing her resentful expression, Huo Yanbei chuckled: "What guarantees do you have?"

Qiao Mian was somewhat displeased: "Does Mr. Huo intend to force me to sign another guarantee agreement?"

"That's not necessary."

"So what do you want?"

"Go back to the hospital and stay there."

The tone was domineering and commanding.

Qiao Mian took a step back and held up the packaging bag in her hand. "I'm in a hurry to go home to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday, so I won't be going back to the hospital."

Upon hearing the word "boyfriend," the man's tone became sarcastic, "You're injured like this, and your useless boyfriend isn't coming to pick you up? Is he dead?"

Qiao Mian glared at him: "To each their own."

At this point, she pointed to the expensive cake Huo Yanbei was carrying: "Mr. Huo, aren't you the same? You're so good to your wife."