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

"The items are already at your house; if you don't like them, just throw them away."

"..."

Qiao Mian took a closer look at the logos on the packaging bags; they were all for expensive health supplements.

Throwing it away is no different from throwing money away.

However, she didn't have time to think about that right now and cut straight to the point, "Mr. Huo, did you come to see me today for something?"

The man's tone was indifferent, and four words escaped his lips: "Have compassion for your subordinates."

That's a lie.

Qiao Mian couldn't help but retort, "When other employees of the Huo Group are sick, does President Huo also go to their homes in such a high-profile manner to offer help?"

The man stood up, his tall, heavy shadow looming over him: "No, you're an exception."

As he spoke, his slender fingers pinched her small face, caressing it carefully as if admiring a precious object.

An ambiguous and tense atmosphere filled the entire small house.

Qiao Mian's cheeks suddenly flushed red. She pushed his hand away, took a step back, and kept a safe distance from him.

Slightly flustered, she asked, "Why am I an exception?"

The man bent down, his thin lips close to her ear, and whispered, "We've kissed and slept in the same bed, so it's different."

"you……"

The blush on Qiao Mian's face instantly spread to the base of her neck.

She glared at him reproachfully and began to shoo him away, "Mr. Huo, if you have nothing else to do, please go back."

The man sneered, "Weren't you just calling me 'brother' so enthusiastically? Attorney Qiao, is this how you treat your 'brother'?"

He kept calling me "brother," his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Qiao Mian pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.

For a moment, the entire cabin fell into a deathly silence.

After a few seconds of confrontation, Qiao Mian, overwhelmed by his imposing aura, lowered her eyes and explained again, "I called you 'brother' just now because..."

Halfway through her sentence, the man suddenly grabbed her slender waist, pulled her into his arms, and interrupted her, "Call me 'brother' again."

Qiao Mian was startled. She hurriedly pushed against his thick, firm chest with her small hands, her face flushed as she glared at him, "Mr. Huo, please let me go."

The man's eyes were incredibly deep, his burning gaze fixed on her flushed face. His voice was low, husky, and sexy, carrying a seductive command: "Call me brother and I'll let you go."

After trying to push him several times to no avail, Qiao Mian reluctantly whispered, "Brother..."

However, Huo Yanbei did not let go of her; instead, he picked her up by the waist and sat her on the sofa.

"Huo Yanbei..."

Startled by his sudden action, Qiao Mian immediately called out his name.

After a moment of hesitation, the man tightened his grip on her slender waist with his palm and separated her legs with his other hand.

She straddled him in his lap.

This pose... is both ambiguous and shameful.

Qiao Mian's cheeks flushed red, and she pushed against his chest with her small hands, glaring at him with embarrassment and anger, "Mr. Huo, please don't... um."

Before she could finish speaking, the man grabbed the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply on the lips.

The moment their lips met, Qiao Mian's mind went blank.

She was completely dazed. When her lips and teeth were pried open, and he stole her breath, forcing her tongue to entwine painfully with his, Qiao Mian finally came to her senses and pushed him away forcefully.

Unfortunately, she was no match for his strength.

She had no choice but to succumb to his embrace and let him kiss her plunderingly.

"Awu, call me brother..."

As the kiss deepened, the man's breathing became slightly heavier, and he gave the command once more.

Qiao Mian opened her misty red eyes and watched him kiss her so passionately up close, feeling a tearing pain in her heart.

He started mistaking her for Huo Wu from before...

At that moment, whether provoked by his obsessive fervor or by resentment towards him, she sadly closed her eyes, a hot tear rolling down her cheek, and called out, "Brother..."

That "brother" was undoubtedly a catalyst, amplifying the possessiveness inherent in the man's bones.

He kissed her more deeply and passionately.

Qiao Mian felt like she was about to be burned to a crisp by him.

She slumped limply in his arms, feeling dizzy and almost drowning in his kiss.

The hands that were originally pressed against the man's chest could only cling tightly to him in order to gain a sliver of life.

The already cramped living room was filled only with the sound of their increasingly rapid breathing.

"Awu, brother wants you..."

As the man embraced her, rolled over to cover her beneath him, and tore at her dress, Qiao Mian's confused rationality returned. She gripped his hand tightly and reminded him in a trembling voice, "Mr. Huo... I am Qiao Mian."

Huo Yanbei froze, as if a robot had been suddenly switched on.

He opened his hazy, red eyes and looked at the woman beneath him, her eyes brimming with tears.

At this moment, her long black hair cascaded down the beige sofa, her face was flushed red, and she glared at him with a mixture of fear and resentment in her eyes.

He could see clearly that she was Qiao Mian.

"Feel sorry……"

Huo Yanbei lowered her skirt, his sweaty forehead pressed against hers for a few seconds, and then kissed the corner of her lips.

Finally, he picked her up and gently tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear: "Don't be afraid, I won't touch you..."

"Then put me down..."

She could clearly feel that his body was tense and frighteningly hot.

She feared that if she stayed in his arms any longer, he might really take advantage of her.

"It'll be fine after a short hug."

Huo Yanbei buried his face in her neck, took a deep sniff, and pulled her closer into his arms, holding her waist even tighter.

Qiao Mian closed her eyes in shame, letting him hold her and calm her down.

During the conversation, he whispered in her ear, asking gently, "Why did you take the day off today?"

Qiao Mian turned her face to the side, avoiding his intense breath, "I went to the hospital because I was sick..."

"Little liar."

The man reached out and grabbed her cheek, saying, "I'll give you one more chance to tell the truth."

Qiao Mian then realized that he had never believed her previous statements at all.

She thought for a moment and made up a half-true, half-false reason: "Because of Jiang Yun's matter, I offended you at the police station yesterday, and I'm a little afraid to face you, so I asked for leave..."

"Are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

The man raised his hand and ruffled the top of her head. "Qiao Mian, I'm not an unreasonable person, but this time you've threatened me with Song Chen again, so of course I'm angry."

Hearing him say that, Qiao Mian angrily pushed him, "You and Gu Huainian threatened me first."

Huo Yanbei chuckled, "That was just to scare you."

Qiao Mian raised an eyebrow slightly, "I was just kidding."

"So, what about the video that was used to report it?"

Qiao Mian retorted, "What about the video of me receiving money?"

The man pinched her chin, his thin lips brushing against the tip of her nose: "If I said I deleted it a long time ago, would you believe me?"

Qiao Mian's eyelashes fluttered, and her small hand gripping his collar tightened little by little. "If I said I deleted it a long time ago, would you believe me?"