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

She almost lost her balance, and finally sent a message to Huo Xiao with trembling hands.

"Did I kill Cao Wang last night?"

Huo Xiao replied almost instantly.

"You saw the news? He was scared away by me, and only he knows what happened afterward."

Shao Yan found some comfort in Huo Xiao's message. Although she didn't entirely believe him, she also didn't remember that she had taken Cao Wang's life.

Soon after, Huo Xiao sent another message: "If the police come to question you, don't say anything. Let me handle it."

One sentence brought Shao Yan immense peace of mind.

Huo Xiao put down his phone, and the office door was pushed open roughly. Song Qingyan barged in with a dark expression.

"Hey, Mr. Huo, did you have someone take my wife's urn? Return it to me right now!"

The secretary followed her in, and when she saw Huo Xiao, she looked terrified.

"Attorney Huo, President Song insisted on barging in, and I couldn't stop him."

Huo Xiao tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said calmly, "Go out and close the door behind you."

Seeing that Huo Xiao didn't intend to reprimand her, the secretary lowered her head and quickly withdrew.

Song Qingyan stared at Huo Xiao, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Where is the urn?"

He brought a group of men who looked menacing. They were waiting downstairs, ready to rush up and smash Huo Xiao's law firm at his command.

Who does Huo Xiao think he is? The King of Hell in the legal world? What a lame nickname. Song Qingyan is a business tycoon who has gone through thick and thin. Everyone gives him face these days. How dare Huo Xiao mess with him?

"What did Mr. Song eat this morning that made him so angry?"

Huo Xiao sat in the leather chair, lifting his eyelids to look at Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan couldn't stand Huo Xiao's attitude of not taking him seriously at all, and he was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder.

"I have no grudge against you in the past or present. Hand over the items, and we can still be friends when we meet again."

Huo Xiao scoffed, "Who said I'm your friend?"

He stood up, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and looked coldly at Song Qingyan.

"I am Ms. Shao's lawyer, and I am handling the case of her being drugged and attempted rape. As for the urn that Mr. Song mentioned, I am unaware of it."

Song Qingyan was filled with rage.

"You're threatening me. Where would that brat Shao Yan get the money to hire a top lawyer like you to represent her? Besides, if she really was raped, it must be because she was promiscuous in her private life. What makes you think you can sue me?"

Huo Xiao's lips curled into a mocking smile: "President Song, did I say my client was going to sue you?"

Song Qingyan was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond to Huo Xiao's words.

He came to demand an explanation, but he had to be careful.

Huo Xiao was far more capable than he had imagined.

Song Qingyan said bitterly, "How much did that brat give you? I'll pay double. She's incredibly disrespectful, seducing my father's friend and causing someone's death. I'm being lenient by not reporting her to the police."

Huo Xiao glanced at his watch: "President Song, my time is precious. If there's nothing else, please leave."

Seeing that Huo Xiao remained unmoved, Song Qingyan resorted to his trump card: "My daughter has a husband, Meng Yu, whom Attorney Huo should be familiar with. She has no money, yet you're still willing to represent her in court; she didn't sleep with you, did she?"

"Attorney Huo had an affair with a married woman. She has absolutely no professional ethics. If I were to expose this, do you think your lawyer's license would be revoked?"

Huo Xiao glanced sideways at Song Qingyan, gently stroking the newly grown stubble on his chin. With one hand in his pocket, he stood in front of the French window. His nearly 1.9-meter height made him look particularly imposing in front of Song Qingyan, who was only 1.70 meters tall.

Song Qingyan stared at him, and Huo Xiao, with his cold face, exuded a murderous aura. Song Qingyan instinctively took two steps back, feeling inexplicably afraid.

"I don't need Mr. Song's concern about my lawyer's license. I have a question for you. Cheng Yuxin has a 28-year-old son. Who do you think his father is?"

Song Qingyan gasped, his face turning deathly pale.

Huo Xiao sat down again, his already deep eyes becoming even more terrifying.

Song Qingyan's face turned a deep shade of liver.

Huo Xiao pressed the speakerphone button on the landline: "See President Song out."

Song Qingyan knew he wouldn't gain anything by staying any longer, and said resentfully.

"I can walk by myself."

Huo Xiao wanted to finish work early and go back to be with Shao Yan, but he received a call from Sister Wei saying that Shao Yan had gone to bed early.

Just then, Qi Yanli came looking for him to go to a bar, bringing Qin Mu and Si Zhao with him.

In the dimly lit private room, Qi Yanli brought several young models to drink and play drinking games with them.

Huo Xiao sat alone on the side, holding a glass of wine in his hand, slowly sipping it.

He always just watched them have fun at these gatherings, never getting involved himself.

"What, you still can't forget your white moonlight? She's already your godmother, and you still haven't let go."

Si Zhao leaned back on the sofa, making a teasing remark.

Qi Yanli stared at Huo Xiao and began to speak.

"He's already had his fun. That girl at the bar last time was pretty hot, and Lawyer Huo even had a one-night stand with her. I hope nothing more happens."

Qin Mu raised an eyebrow and glanced at Huo Xiao: "You have someone else? Is the one at home the third?"

Prayer and Banquet Ritual: "???"

Si Zhao picked up the small model who was clinging to him and threw her aside, making her dizzy and disoriented. He then rushed to Huo Xiao like the wind, his eyes filled with the curiosity of someone watching a drama unfold.

"Holy crap, did I miss something? ONE, there's another one at home?"

Si Zhao picked up his wine cup and clinked it against Huo Xiao's, making a crisp sound.

"Huo Lu, it seems I underestimated you. Forgive me for my disrespect all this time. You are the real role model for us. Now, can you tell us about your romantic history? So you've been keeping it a secret from your brothers. Why won't you let us see what kind of fairy you've been hiding in your golden house?"

Huo Xiao gave Qin Mu a warning look, then slowly said, "The same person."

In an instant, both Qi Yanli and Si Zhao's CPUs overheated. Si Zhao's expression was strange, and he winked at Qi Yanli.

Qi Yanli was also a complete charlatan, lowering his voice: "How the hell am I supposed to know he has a woman? What are we going to do later?"

The Imperial Censor forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "Don't ask me. Don't drag me down with you. It's none of my business."

Huo Xiao noticed Si Zhao and Qi Yanli acting suspiciously and asked calmly, "What are you two talking about?"

The door to the private room was pushed open, and a stylish young woman walked in.

Huo Xiao's expression changed instantly upon seeing her.

Lan Yan walked gracefully towards Huo Xiao and sat down next to him.

"Xiao—"

Then, she looked at Si Zhao, Qi Yanli, and Qin Mu, and greeted them one by one.

Qi Yanli covered his face with his hand, hoping that Huo Xiao wouldn't see him at this moment.

Si Zhao's face turned pale with fright, and he poked Qi Yanli with his hand: "What are you doing? Do you really want us to die?"

Qin Mu remained seated, a faint smile playing on his lips as he glanced at the two men beside him who seemed eager to slip away.

That's great. Haven't seen you for a few days, you're itching for a beating, you dare to make jokes like that.

Huo Xiao looked at the hands that were almost touching his thighs, his voice as cold as ice.

"Get out of here! Who let you in?"