rivate room starting with the character "Tian," representing unparalleled luxury that even money couldn't buy. It was typically reserved for the elite of Nancheng, those at the very top of the social...Song Qing霜 asked Fu Yan to stay at the Huo Mansion tonight. The Huo Mansion was vast, with several courtyards for the old master's daughters. Courtyard Five was the farthest from the main building.

She refused, she hasn't lived here since she became an adult.

Knowing her stubborn temper, Song Qing霜 didn't force her to stay. As she was leaving, she reminded her to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Just as she felt a touch of maternal love, she heard Song Qing霜 say, “You look so pale from vomiting. You're meeting someone in a few days, how can you look like this First impressions are important, you know”

"Alright, you should go get some rest. We can talk about this later."

Fu Yan didn't want to hear her say these things anymore, so she pushed her into the side courtyard.

Song Qing霜 was furious. "Don't you see how the Huo family treated us If you don't fight back, I'll be completely humiliated!"

"Is marrying into a wealthy family considered impressive" Fu Yan opened her eyes in defiance.

Knowing she was soft-hearted and wouldn't respond to harsh words, Song Qing霜 held her hand, her eyes turning red for a moment. "Mom, you know the situation I'm in at the Huo family. Do you really want to see me being looked down upon in this home"

Fu Yan couldn't bear to see Song Qing's tears, his heart softened. "Let's talk about it in a few years, I don't have the mind for it right now."

Finally, she pried loose the corner of the wall. Song Qing霜 must seize this opportunity to pursue further, "Men all love young women, especially in this circle, they've played every trick imaginable. When marrying a wife, you need someone who is obedient and well-behaved, young and beautiful."

She pulled Fu Yan and said, "Ho Mingzheng is considered one of the more clean-living youngsters in the circle, right He can't escape worldly temptations either."

At the sound of Huo Mingzheng's name, Fu Yan felt a shiver run down her spine. She wanted to leave but also wanted to hear more about him.

How is he

Song Qing霜's words were like daggers, "I heard that the old man introduced several candidates to him, and he personally chose the youngest and most beautiful one."

She stood at the edge of the wind, her heart pounding wildly.

When I left the Huo Gong Mansion, it was completely dark.

Nancheng's autumn comes early. As the evening wind blows, a chill creeps in.

She quickened her pace and walked out. The Huo Gong Guan was located on the outskirts of the city, with no metro station nearby. Even taking a taxi would require walking to the main road outside, which would take about twenty minutes.

Fu Yan walked halfway when a car horn sounded behind her. She instinctively stepped aside, but the car stopped beside her.

Miss Fu. The car window rolled down.

The driver was Huo Mingzheng's secretary, Cao Fang.

Fu Yan felt a gust of cold wind blow into her back, and she subconsciously looked inside the car.

The back row is pitch black and you can't see anything.

Cao, the secretary, saw through her thoughts and explained, "Mr. Huo is still unable to leave the banquet. He asked me to drive you back."

Fu Yan Gang wanted to say it was unnecessary, this was the Huo family's territory, anyone could see them at any time.

Cao Fang raised a polite smile on his face and said, "Miss Fu, Mr. Huo instructed me to take you to the hospital for a check-up. You don't feel well, so it's better to get checked out. Mr. Huo cares about you."

He Mingzheng is not like someone who would be so considerate of her.

Fu Yan guessed what it was, and Cao Fang's next words confirmed her guess.

"Mr. Huo said, if it's a stomach upset, just have the doctor prescribe some medicine. If it's something else, we can make arrangements accordingly."

...Other.

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat, pregnant

Then what did Cao Fang mean by the arrangements he spoke of

He would absolutely never let her get pregnant with his child.

Moreover, at this juncture, he would need a wife. If she were to become pregnant, what he would do is obvious.

Fu Yan emerged from the cold pool, her entire body icy and damp. She dared not even think about the possibility of what might happen if it came true; she would be trapped in an inescapable abyss.

Cao Fang had already made all the arrangements. At the hospital, Fu Yan only cooperated with the examination and also drew an extra tube of blood for a pregnancy test.

She sat listlessly on a chair in the corridor, her palms marred by scratches from her fingernails. Time crawled by.

It was already late at night when I left the hospital.

Her gaze deepened, causing Fu Yan to shiver. She sneezed twice in rapid succession.

The tip of his nose was red, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. A gust of wind shook his thin body, making him sway like a willow branch about to break.

Cao Fang opened the back door of the car, and Fu Yan Gang took a step out. He glanced into the trunk and froze.

From her vantage point, she could only see the man's bent legs. His trousers were pressed, without a single wrinkle.

One hand rests on the leg, with distinct knuckles and white fingers that exude a sense of power. Even the metallic gleam reflected from the watch radiates an air of sophistication.

"Miss Fu, get in the car," Cao Fang urged her.

It's also a reminder to her that she absolutely has to take this car.

Fu Yan walked forward, Huo Mingzheng probably had a bit of alcohol, his tall figure leaned against the back of the chair, closing his eyelids. The car was dim, and half of his face was hidden in the shadow.

Handsome and devilishly charming.

The suit jacket was thrown casually aside, the top two buttons of the black shirt undone.

From a long time ago, Fu Yan knew Huo Mingzheng looked best in black.

His skin was white, but not the kind of pale that belonged to a woman. The black set off his noble and extraordinary air, with a hint of wildness that seemed to defy all boundaries, leaving one's blood boiling with excitement.

The color seemed to be made just for him, other men couldn't wear it with the same flair.

Like the night, like the abyss, enigmatic and alluring.

As soon as Fu Yan got into the carriage and settled in, someone snatched away the bag of medicine.

"Don't worry, you're not pregnant," Fu Yan said in a choked voice.

He opened the bag and paused, flipping through the lab report with a nonchalant air. "There's no best," he replied casually.

Fu Yan couldn't describe how she felt, there was a lump of phlegm stuck in her throat.

When the test results came out, she let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, there was a faint sense of disappointment in her heart. She was still struggling inwardly.

But now, that sense of loss has vanished completely. Huo Mingzheng's words undoubtedly gave her a wake-up call.

Don't even think about it.

She came to her senses, and Huo Mingzheng had already separated the medicine she needed to take, taking out a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and handing it to her.

"After you take the medicine, don't vomit in my car."

Fu Yan didn't forget, Huo Mingzheng had a bit of OCD.

But she didn't explain what she vomited when she was at Huo Gong's place, as if there wasn't anything else left to vomit.

I swallowed nervously, my stomach rumbling with hunger.

Just finished taking my medicine, and my phone rang. It was Song Qing霜 calling.

Fu Yan originally didn't want to take it, afraid that Song Qing霜 would say something on the phone.

The ringtone kept ringing incessantly, and Huo Mingzheng seemed impatiently to furrow his brow.

Fu Yan only answered the phone.

"Yanyan, have you seen a doctor yet"

The carriage was too quiet. Fu Yan deliberately pressed her phone closer to her ear, so that Song Qing霜's voice wouldn't leak out.

Fu Yan let out a hum: "Gastritis, the doctor prescribed some medicine."

Song Qing霜 should be skincare, opened the hands-free, speaking in a loud voice.

"By the way, remember what I told you before Take these two days to rest well and recharge. Look your best, you guys will meet on Saturday."

As she glanced at Huo Mingzheng, a strange feeling washed over Fu Yan. She panicked and hung up the phone.

However, Song Qing霜’s last words, "I guarantee the other party will like you," still came out from her phone.

When he was paying attention to me, I felt a prickling sensation as if sitting on pins and needles, and I prayed that he hadn't heard anything.

The carriage was deathly silent, the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. As the train passed over an overpass, tall streetlights cast their light in clusters into the car, illuminating Huo Mingzheng's sharp profile.

Accompanied by a low chuckle.

"Blind date". Fu Yan's slender figure moved in the darkness like a small boat on the sea, swaying precariously.A beam of light shone from behind, the car window rolled down. Cao Fang dared not look at Fu Yan's fa...