hair stood on end, leaving her trembling with fear.The elevator dinged and opened."Pay for Rouge!"By the elevator's lights, Huo Mingzheng saw the mourning hall setup at the entrance and his face chan...Time ticked by, Fu Yan's entire body seemed frozen on the couch, motionless.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the sofa. Huo Mingzheng held a bowl of noodles to her, seeing her astonished expression, "Aren't you hungry"

I didn't expect him to be staying here tonight.

And......

Looking at the bowl of noodles that was both visually appealing and fragrant, Fu Yan's expression became even more complex.

Ho Mingzheng glanced at her, seeing right through her thoughts. "Cao Fang cooked it."

Fu Yan nodded silently. She also knew that Huo Mingzheng wouldn't possibly cook for her. In her memory, he didn't even know how to cook.

She was famished and bowed her head to eat noodles, while Huo Mingzheng lit a cigarette and went out to the balcony.

After eating, her energy was also almost recovered. Fu Yan looked at the suitcase by the entrance hall in the distance, and remembered what Song Qing霜 had said before leaving the Huo family.

He Mingzheng walked in from the balcony and saw her squatting beside her suitcase, stuffing things inside. It must have been things she had forgotten to take before.

There are many things she left behind in the house, all bought for her by Huo Mingzheng.

Everything that was taken away belonged to her, and she didn't take anything of value.

Footsteps are approaching behind me.

Fu Yan closed the box and turned her back to Huo Mingzheng. "I don't want to be a third wheel."

"Huh" Huo Mingzheng sounded as if he hadn't heard clearly.

Fu Yan took a deep breath, “You’re getting married, and you still keep me around Aren't you asking me to be your mistress”

She was afraid that Huo Mingzheng would say, "If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it."

But Huo Mingzheng said, "You're overthinking it."

It's not even as good as that one sentence.

"Did I overthink it" Fu Yan repeated the words, stood up, and turned to face the man she had loved for so many years, desperately trying not to let her eyes turn red.

"Grandpa, did you arrange a marriage for me"

This was the first time she had ever questioned him in such a tone.

His voice trembled, clearly struggling to contain his emotions.

"Yes."

He didn't deny it.

Fu Yan's eyes instantly reddened, she turned away, her throat feeling like it was being choked by a hand, and she swallowed hard. "Then what am I if not the third party"

Huo Mingzheng frowned, "I said, you're overthinking it. This won't change anything."

How could he say such things so easily

“That’s what you think won’t change anything,” Fu Yan pulled up her suitcase, gripping the handle tightly, her voice choked with emotion. “Because to you, I’m irrelevant.”

"Want to play games with me" The man grabbed her arm, his fingers tightening.

She couldn't let go of what he said at the Huo family dinner.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Fù Yán pulled her suitcase tightly, feeling only sadness in her heart. Even now, he still felt that she was making a fuss.

"Ho Mingzheng," she looked up at him, a tear glistening in the corner of her eye, like herself, stubbornly refusing to fall, painfully piercing.

She looked into the man's eyes, her eyelids flushing slightly red, and whispered hoarsely, "What if I said I didn't want you to get married"

Knowing full well that this was a self-deprecating remark, she still couldn't help but gamble on that one in a million chance.

Huo Mingzheng's eyes darkened noticeably.

Fu Yan chuckled self-deprecatingly. As expected.

Huo Mingzheng grasped her chin, lifting her palm-sized face. He could clearly see the fleeting look of dejection in her eyes.

He couldn't help but sneer: "Do you not want me to get married, or do you not want me to marry someone else Fu Yan, look at your question, what answer are you looking for Do you know in your heart"

Huo Mingzheng's words were like a basin of cold water, thoroughly waking Fu Yan up.

Yes, their relationship is shady, and in some ways, there's not much difference between them and a mistress.

That's why he said his marriage wouldn't change anything about their relationship.

She realized the reality, her heart felt like it was stabbed, and her face turned pale.

Huo Mingzheng's thin lips pursed lightly.

She whispered softly, "Two years ago, I was wrong. I shouldn't have provoked you."

He stood tall, looking down at her, his voice as cold as a winter river. "Regret it"

Emotionally overwhelmed, tears welled up in her eyes, she stubbornly refused to look down, "Yes, I regret it."

With a light chuckle, Huo Mingzheng lifted her face even higher. His high-and-mighty posture, he was the star of everyone's attention, silently laughing at her.

"It's too early to regret it."

The entrance hall was spacious, but the air around it was frigid to the extreme, making it hard to breathe.

A sudden ring broke the cold silence.

This is Huo Mingzheng's phone.

Fu Yan felt the pressure on her chin loosen, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. Huo Mingzheng picked up his phone, answered it, and headed towards the balcony.

A woman's voice could faintly be heard on the phone.

I don't know what the other party said, Huo Mingzheng remained silent throughout.

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the couch for a while, took out his cigarette case, and lit a cigarette with one hand. The firelight illuminated his stern profile, like mountain peaks in the night.

A gust of wind came over and blew the flame, causing it to flicker and go out.

He frowned impatiently, then turned and pulled the sliding door open with force.

When he passed by Fu Yan's side, his footsteps paused, but he didn't say anything and left.

Outsiders have a high regard for Huo Mingzheng. He took control of the Huo family at a young age, with decisive and swift methods. Over the years, he has honed his ability to remain impassive even in the face of joy or anger, rarely encountering anything that could cause such significant emotional fluctuations.

Was that woman his fiancée just now

A sharp pain pricked at her heart, a wave of sourness surging through her instantly.

Huo Mingzheng probably won't be back. Fu Yan didn't return to her room, but lay on the sofa for the night instead.

The house was filled with Huo Mingzheng's scent, permeating every corner and constantly reminding Fu Yan.

As soon as I lay down, my mind couldn't stop replaying memories of Huo Mingzheng. Every little detail from the past two years, over and over again. And then I thought about him getting married.

The clearer the thoughts, the more spirited a person becomes. I only dozed off for a while after five o'clock, and I feel groggy now.

Until she was woken up by her phone ringing, she still thought she was dreaming.

A call from the deputy general manager forced Fu Yan to put on a brave face and take a trip to another city, over 500 kilometers away.

Before that, the resort project she was following up on encountered some problems, and it took three days to communicate and negotiate with the other party.

For the past three days, Huo Mingzheng hasn't contacted her, and she hasn't taken the initiative to reach out either.

It just so happened that on the day of his business trip, Cao Fang said that Huo Mingzheng had picked out a car for her in the garage.

He went to take a look at that car, around 300,000 yuan, very low-key. Huo Mingzheng's casual car wouldn't cost less than this price for just the spare parts.

But for Yan, it's just right.

Ho Mingzheng could be considered taking her feelings into account, otherwise if he made a move, the price of the car wouldn't just be this level.

The car doesn't need to pay for gas.

Since you've decided to break up, how could you possibly take his things back

I was back in Nancheng after a business trip. I planned to go home and have a good sleep, but Song Qing霜 called me to tell me the time and place for dinner.

Just then, Fu Yan remembered what her mother had mentioned last time about introducing a potential suitor. She was just about to refuse when the doorbell rang.nnocent person. Although Mr. Fu spoke indirectly, he still wanted to bring her and Fu Hanlin together.I didn't know how to respond for a moment.Fu Hanlin poured a bowl of old fire soup in front of him...