expenses, and the rest will be saved for year-end use. With such a large family like the Hòu family, there are many places that need to be taken care of both internally and externally.How could that a...Fu Yan now lives in the house she rented when she graduated. Later, she moved into the house that Huo Mingzheng bought for her.

The reason we haven't moved out is also for convenience.

Few people know that she lives here.

She opened the door and unexpectedly saw Song Qing霜 on the other side, holding her phone and talking to her.

"Aren't you supposed to be out of town" Song Qingfrost hung up the phone and glared at her, her face full of a look that saw through her thoughts.

She pushed open the door, walked in, and carried a C-brand bag in her hand. Fu Yan had seen it online before, a new model, worth over 200,000 yuan.

"Mom, why did you buy..."

"

Don't beat around the bush, I'm telling you, Fu Yan, I'm your mother. Don't play tricks in front of me, I'm doing all this for your own good.

She said, shoving the paper bag into her arms.

"

Inside were the new clothes bought for her, completely shattering her thoughts of wanting to make herself look ugly.

Song Qing霜 supervised her makeup application the whole time. Later, seeing that she was dawdling and deliberately delaying, Song Qing霜 took over herself.

When Fu Yan arrived at the dinner location and got out of the car, she saw the ancient-looking building before her and felt a headache coming on.

Tianshui Lou.

Where Huo Mingzheng's place is.

Before, Song Qing霜 mentioned it on the phone, but she was so focused on refusing at the time that she didn't hear it.

She panicked for no reason and instinctively glanced at Huo Mingzheng's designated parking space.

empty.

He let out a sigh of relief.

As she looked away, a Bentley slowly pulled up from the roadside.

As dusk settled, headlights flickered past, the air hazy with mist.

It's not that Bu Yan has good eyesight, but the license plate number is too eye-catching.

Within the southern city limits, you can travel freely and without hindrance to any destination.

She hurriedly pulled Song Qingshuang to leave, but Song Qingshuang also saw, and pulled her back, lowering her voice: "Your second brother."

The sound of the car door closing came from over there. Cao Fang got out of the car and opened the back door.

Fu Yan opened her eyes, and from the corner of her vision, she saw a man's long legs stepping out of the car. He had just come out of the company, wearing a black solemn suit. He must have been on the phone just now, his face cold and severe, looking aloof.

He took off his Bluetooth headset with one hand and handed a document to Cao Fang, then turned his head and said something. Afterward, he walked over here.

"Auntie Wu."

His voice was deep and pleasant, yet chillingly cold.

Even though she wasn't welcomed in the Huo family, Song Qing霜 was still surprised and delighted. "Hey, Mingzheng, you're having dinner here too"

Ho Mingzheng remained silent, his gaze casually sweeping over Fu Yan, who was avoiding his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Where's Fifth Aunt"

Fu Yanjin tightly gripped her skirt, but Song Qing霜 ignored him, smiling brightly and saying, "I introduced someone to you, Yan'yan. We are having dinner here."

A light laugh, meaning unclear, "Yan Yan is also at the age to talk about marriage."

Fu Yan's cold sweat trickled down her spine. The two characters, "Yan Yan," as he uttered them, sounded pleasant, yet they inexplicably left a suffocating pressure on the air.

He has never called her that before.

Last time, she admitted to regretting provoking him. Huo Mingzheng was proud and used to being adored by everyone, he wouldn't easily bow his head to a woman.

The two parted ways unhappily and haven't contacted each other for days. It's been tacitly accepted that they're breaking up, with no further connection.

Now that they were face to face, he looked composed, but she felt so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Song Qing霜 turned her head to look at Fu Yan, letting out a soft snort. “Look, even your second brother said so, how much longer do you want to drag this out”

She then looked at Huo Mingzheng, momentarily forgetting herself, and smiled: “Why don't you come with us later too, Mingzheng It would be good for Yan Yan to have you around.”

"Mom!" Fu Yan couldn't stand it anymore, "Don't say any more, he... My second brother is busy."

Ho Mingzheng rotated his wristwatch and glanced at her flushed face, "I have a dinner appointment, but I could check out the other party's terms for you if you want."

The last sentence almost stuck in Fu Yan's heart.

She was almost out of breath, and she pulled Song Qing霜 away.

After walking a few steps away, Song Qing霜 chided her for being rude. “You don't even greet people when you see them! The Huo family is now under his control; flattering him is more useful than anything else. If he turns against us later, what will you do”

"He's had an issue with me for a long time," Fu Yan muttered softly.

Song Qing霜 didn't hear clearly and was just about to ask again when the door to the private room in front of her opened.

"Oh, Madam Wu, you're finally here." A plump middle-aged woman stepped forward, dressed in luxurious attire. However, there was a calculating tone in her voice that made people feel uncomfortable.

Song Qing霜 smiled and walked up, "Mrs. Chen, I'm sorry I'm late. There was traffic on the way."

The woman known as Mrs. Chen and Song Qing霜 complimented each other for a few words, and then looked at Fu Yan with a scrutinizing gaze, a flash of astonishment and brilliance in their eyes.

She walked up happily, familiarly grabbing Fu Yan's hand and said, "This is the sixth young lady, right You're so beautiful, graceful and your skin... it looks so smooth and delicate, I bet you could squeeze out water from it."

According to age, An pressed in among the younger generation of the Huo family ranked sixth. According to convention, she should be called Miss Huo Six. However, she didn't bear the surname Huo, and no one in the Huo family ever referred to her as Miss Six.

This is coaxing Song Qing霜 happily.

Instinctively, she wanted to pull away from this overly familiar Mrs. Chen, but alas, Mrs. Chen was strong. She tugged her towards the private room, saying:

"Miss Fu is about the same age as our third son, you should get along well. Third son, say hello!"

Fu Yan raised her eyes to look, a man in trendy clothes with a buzz cut, an earring on his right ear, typing quickly on his phone with one hand, the tattoo on his wrist faintly visible.

Upon hearing the sound, he lazily glanced over, a smirk still playing on his lips. The moment his eyes landed on Fu Yan, they lit up, and he dropped his phone, springing to his feet immediately.

"Miss Six, hello, my name is Chen Rang." The other person smiled and extended their hand, the tattoo on their wrist clearly visible - a jet-black snake.

She recognizes, it's a black mamba, a venomous snake.

Fu Yan was afraid of snakes, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, but she still politely extended her hand to touch the other person and then immediately retracted it. "Hello, you can call me Fu Yan."

"Which rouge"

"The rouge of the rouge."

Chen Rang pulled back the chair, his gaze falling on Fu Yan's slightly pink ear tips, "A name truly lives up to its beauty, Miss Fu, please sit."

Fu Yan originally wanted to sit farther away, so he deliberately pulled the chairs around him apart.

Song Qing霜 saw through her thoughts and immediately pressed her back into the seat, placing her hand on her shoulder to prevent her from getting up. She smiled and said, “You young people have things to talk about, sit closer.”

Chen Rang was very attentive to Fu Yan, serving her dishes and soup meticulously. He would ask her if the food tasted good, and then inquire if she wanted to try other things.

However, Fu Yanxin was absent-minded, thinking about how to explain to the other party that she had no plans to get married.

Song Qingshuang put down her napkin. "I'm almost finished eating. Yan Yan, my husband and Mrs. Chen are going to play mahjong, so you should go back home yourself later."

Mrs. Chen was very insightful, “Third son, you escort Miss Six.”

"No problem." Chen readily agreed, leaning back and casually resting his arms on the backrest behind Fu Yan., Fu Jing didn't notice.Ho Mingzheng gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the streets deserted. Occasionally a car would pass by, but otherwise it was just the sound of wind whipping through fal...