She kept her marriage a secret for three years, then divorced and was forcefully pampered by a power

Huo Qingyue was slightly taken aback, and just as she was about to ask something, Pei Rongrong returned.

"Mommy—"

Upon seeing Huo Xiao sitting in the hall, Pei Rongrong's surprise was exactly the same as Huo Qingyue's.

"Uncle, what brings you here?"

She saw the marriage certificate on the coffee table.

"Huh, who got married?"

Huo Xiao took the marriage certificate first and put it in his pocket. Pei Rongrong opened her beautiful eyes and asked with a hint of suspicion.

"It can't be you, Uncle, can it? You really married that woman?"

Huo Qingyue looked at her daughter.

Do you know your aunt?

Pei Rongrong sniffed, as if she wanted to say something, but Huo Xiao stood up.

"It's getting late, I need to go back to work."

Huo Qingyue was dissatisfied: "We've come all this way, why don't you at least have lunch before you leave?"

Pei Rongrong stopped Huo Xiao.

"Uncle, Ayu said he wants to treat our family to a meal and asked what you think. He said the company's project this time owes a lot to you, Uncle, and he wants to thank you in person."

Huo Xiao's expression was indifferent, and he slightly moved his lips.

"No."

Huo Qingyue said, "Yes, but Meng Yu doesn't need to spend any money. Now that you're married, you should bring your sister-in-law home to meet your family. We're all family, so it's only right that we have a meal together."

"They can't hide from us forever. My niece has already seen it; it feels like I'm an outsider now."

Huo Xiao thought for a moment and nodded.

"Then I'll go back and discuss it with her."

Huo Qingyue knew that her younger brother was very opinionated, and since he had already given in, she could only let him have his way.

After Huo Xiao left, Huo Qingyue looked at her daughter.

"Have you met your uncle's wife? What kind of girl is she?"

Pei Rongrong scoffed, "She's quite pretty, but she's no good. Besides my uncle, I've seen her flirting with other men. I really don't know how my uncle could have married her."

Huo Qingyue felt a chill run down her spine after hearing this.

Huo Xiao didn't decide to give up on himself because he was traumatized by his first love getting married.

"By the way, Mommy, did Uncle say what his wife's name is?"

Huo Qingyue thought for a moment, wondering if she had misheard.

"It seems her name is Shao Yan."

Over there, Shao Yan sneezed for no apparent reason, and she instinctively pulled her coat tighter around herself.

The temperature is even higher today than yesterday, so it can't be that I've caught a cold.

She lay lazily in the yard, enjoying the sunshine, and wouldn't want to go out even if she stayed in Huo Xiao's villa all day.

Just as I was feeling drowsy from the sun, my phone rang.

She picked it up and saw that it was Meng Yu again, and her mood plummeted.

My phone rang for a long time, and even though I hung up immediately, he called back a while later.

Shao Yan had no choice but to answer the phone.

"Why did you hang up on me last night, Shao Yan? I really care about you."

Shao Yan held the phone away from her ear, wondering if she had answered the wrong number.

The word "concern" actually came out of Meng Yu's mouth.

"I appreciate your concern. Goodbye."

She didn't want to hear Meng Yu's voice for the next three months.

She didn't blame Meng Yu for being heartless.

What she once thought was deep love has become blurred in her mind during her time with Huo Xiao.

Shao Yan couldn't help but wonder if she would have forgotten Meng Yu soon if she hadn't wanted to reclaim what she had given.

If even I am prone to fickleness, then Meng Yu's relationship with Pei Rongrong doesn't seem so unacceptable.

"Yanyan, do we really have to do this now? Feelings can't be forced. Let me make it up to you."

Shao Yan was putting a cherry into her mouth when she nearly choked to death.

Yan Yan?

Huo Xiao called her that as a joke, but when Meng Yu called her that, Shao Yan felt she had been greatly insulted.

Her face instantly turned cold.

"Mr. Meng, could you please stop bothering me? Let's talk about this again in three months."

Meng Yu had thought that Shao Yan would be crying and begging him to go back to the company, but he never expected that he would be the one to shamelessly beg her in the end.

Pei Rongrong has already won over her parents, and all that's left is to take Shao Yan to the company for ovulation induction injections. Meng Yu is extremely anxious.

He wanted to continue, but a woman's voice came from the other end.

"Ah Yu, who are you talking to on the phone? I've finished showering, do you want to take a shower too?"

Upon hearing this, Shao Yan got goosebumps. It was such a good mood in broad daylight. Thinking that Pei Rongrong was Huo Xiao's niece, Shao Yan couldn't help but feel inexplicably unable to hate her.

She just found Meng Yu extremely annoying right now.

Meng Yu seemed afraid that Pei Rongrong would hear him talking to Shao Yan on the phone, so he immediately hung up.

Shao Yan finally found peace and quiet again and was happy to enjoy herself.

Just as I closed my eyes, intending to take a nap, I heard Sister Wei's voice coming from the front door.

"Oh, Miss, what brings you here?"

Shao Yan slowly opened her eyes, and a pretty figure walked straight towards her.

Pei Rongrong was wearing a navy blue down jacket and gray wide-leg pants. She had a newly permed head of small wool curls, and her big, watery eyes under her bangs looked like grapes.

"Hey, you really married my uncle?"

Shao Yan's slightly lowered eyes suddenly opened after she saw the person's face clearly.

It really was Pei Rongrong; she looked like she was there to confront her and demand an explanation.

Shao Yan was slightly taken aback. If Pei Rongrong was here, then who was the woman's voice that came from the phone when Meng Yu was talking to her?

When Pei Rongrong saw that Shao Yan had been staring at her for a long time without saying a word, her temper flared up.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Shao Yan slowly stood up from the chair; it was obvious that this delicate young lady did not recognize her.

Pei Rongrong looked at the woman in front of her with almost undisguised jealousy.

Shao Yan wore a black silk nightgown with a thick, snow-white cashmere loungewear over it. Her exposed calves were smooth and shiny, and even her oval face, standing in the sunlight, looked like jade.

Her long, slightly wavy black hair fell naturally, and her eyes, though silent, exuded boundless charm.

"Miss Pei."

Shao Yan was shocked to realize that she had not officially met Pei Rongrong before she finished speaking.

Sure enough, Pei Rongrong lifted her eyelids and stared at her: "You know me?"

She looked Shao Yan up and down. As a woman herself, Pei Rongrong felt that she was at least a school beauty.

But when she stood next to Shao Yan, she was instantly overshadowed.

There is a huge difference between a "dream guy" and a "beautiful woman".

Just like internet celebrities versus stars, they lost by more than a little bit.

"No wonder your uncle married you; you look like a vixen."

Shao Yan didn't argue with her because she was Huo Xiao's niece, and her expression remained calm and indifferent.

"Xiao isn't here. Should I have him call you when he gets back?"

Even if Pei Rongrong is Huo Xiao's niece, it doesn't erase the fact that she was the third party who interfered in her relationship with Meng Yu.

Shao Yan is not a saint; she doesn't have the magnanimity to play the "let bygones be bygones" game.

"Ah Xiao, you call me that so affectionately. Don't think I don't know what dirty things you've done. But maybe my uncle is just playing around with you. What does a marriage certificate mean to a man like him? He's a lawyer, he can divorce you anytime he wants. My uncle isn't even planning a wedding. So, what are you anyway?"