would take care of the hygiene at home, so..."Finally, Shen Anqing, though unwilling, still turned her head and forced a smile onto Xia Chu that was even uglier than crying.At the beginning of summer...After hastily having a fling with Fu Yan, Huo Mingzheng couldn't wait to return to his lavish estate in Jinling. He instructed Cao Fang to drive the carriage into the underground garage of the first-class mansion.

The car stopped, and he wrapped Fu Yan in his coat, then strode into the elevator. Cao Fang and Cao Yuan didn't dare to follow.

The elevator door closed.

Huomingzheng held Fu Yan in his arms, pressing her against the wall. He looked down at her flushed face, kissed her earlobe, and spoke in a husky voice, "Let's go home and..."

The following few words she didn't hear clearly, only the word "home" stung her eyes and made them red.

Huo Mingzheng guessed what she was thinking. His fingers brushed against the corner of her eyes, even the thin calluses on his fingertips felt a surge of lust.

Fu Yan dodged, and with a large hand she grasped her face, not giving her a chance to escape.

"From now on, you'll live here. You can keep that house over there if you want, or have Cao Fang help you sell it if you don't."

She lowered her eyes, her voice sticky, "I'm not staying here."

She said she didn't want any of his money, only this time to save Song Qing˪. She didn't want anything else.

"Is it because of what I said at the nursing home yesterday" His fingertips used a bit of force, clamping her jaw and forcing her head up.

Fu Yan remained with her head lowered, refusing to meet his gaze. Now in such an embarrassing predicament, she and he could not stand on equal footing.

But she knew very well what it meant to come to Huo Ming for help.

... to become a secret lover in the shadows.

She finally walked down this road.

The elevator arrived, and the hallway stretched straight from the entrance to the foyer. Huo Mingzheng unlocked it with his fingerprint, the door swung open, and Dai Yan's coat instantly slid off her shoulders.

She had porcelain skin, her complexion radiant after being moisturized. Her beauty was breathtaking, like a peach blossom emerging from the mist of a hot spring, tempting one to hold her in the palm of their hand.

He scooped her up and placed her on the low cabinet in the entrance hall, leaning down to kiss her.

In the mirror behind, only a broad man's back could be seen, his shirttails rumpled and pulled open.

3:18 AM.

Only a floor lamp was turned on in the room, the light dimmed low, but it was still possible to see scattered pillows and clothes on the floor.

Fu Yan woke up from her sleep, her body was dry and comfortable, Huo Mingzheng had washed her.

She carefully moved her hand away from Huo Mingzheng's, and as soon as she did, his hand tightened its grip on her waist.

She was afraid of itching and instinctively dodged, but Huo Mingzheng held her even tighter.

However, he didn't speak and should be asleep.

After a while, she made sure Huo Mingzheng had fallen asleep soundly before she tried again to pry open his hand.

This time her movement was light and slow, finally pulling his hand away.

She got out of bed, sat on the edge for a moment, then got up and went to the dressing room. She put on a robe at random.

Walking barefoot into the kitchen, she remembered living here before and having kept her birth control pills in a kitchen drawer.

Opening the drawer, there was indeed a medicine box inside, and the medicine was still intact.

She then unscrewed a bottle of water, broke out two pills, and was just about to swallow them when a cold voice came from behind her: "What are you doing"

Fu Yan was startled, her hand trembled, and two pills fell onto the countertop.

Hu Mingzheng strode over in a black bathrobe.

He glanced at Fu Yan, whose face was pale with shock. His gaze fell on the medicine box on the countertop. He picked up the box and took a look. The name of the medicine on it was clear at a glance.

Putting the pills together that were beside her, it turned out she was just about to take her medicine.

Fu Yan didn't see his face sink for a moment. She had just picked up the two pills when someone grabbed her wrist!

"Don't eat it."

She wanted to retract her hand, but Huo Mingzheng didn't let her. He forced her fingers open, took the two pills, and without hesitation, threw them in the trash can.

"This medicine is harmful, don't take it."

Fu Yan watched as two pills were thrown into the trash, a flash of anger and then amusement crossing her eyes. "If you don't eat them, you'll get pregnant," she said.

How could she possibly have a child with Huo Mingzheng

Although he hadn't specifically told her to take birth control pills, she knew that besides a few times she had forgotten and luckily escaped, she would remind Huo Mingzheng to use condoms or take pills afterward.

The man released her hand and picked up the water bottle she had placed beside her. Some of it was already gone, and he poured a few gulps into his mouth, his eyes deep with unspoken meaning. "It's not that easy to get pregnant."

"Mr. Huo, didn't you remind me about this once before"

Huo Mingzheng's hand holding the water bottle froze.

That time, Fu Yan was drugged. He asked Qin Heng about it and then called her to remind her to take the after-pill.

"That time was different." His voice was low, whether it was because of the two words "President Huo" or something else, he couldn't tell.

The scalp feels numb and tingly.

Seeing through her thoughts, Huo Mingzheng put down the water glass and lifted her chin, "Even if it's daylight, don't go buy anything. From now on, you are not allowed to take birth control pills."

A sense of unease washed over her heart. Fu Yan felt a sudden wave of panic, but she kept a nonchalant expression on her face. "What if I'm pregnant Mr. Huo, would you dare let me keep it"

He looked at her fake face, snorted coldly, didn't speak, and pushed her out of the kitchen. "Get out."

He glanced at her bare feet, his brow furrowed slightly, "Go put on your shoes."

Fu Yan looked at him. Just now, both of them had come in directly, and neither had put on slippers.

Huo Mingzheng closed the sliding door.

Fu Yan thought he was going to smoke inside. He couldn't find a lighter before, so he just lit it with the gas stove.

As expected, he took out a cigarette from his pack, lit it on the gas stove's flame, and with long legs, effortlessly leaned against the counter.

Fu Yan retracted her gaze, turned around and went to the guest room. She and Huo Mingzheng were currently in a transactional relationship and it was not suitable for them to sleep on the same bed.

She had no appetite at all this morning, but now she felt a little hungry. It was probably because that incident had taken too much energy out of her, but it was too late. She was really too tired to even think about cooking.

She tossed and turned in bed for about ten minutes, but she still couldn't sleep.

She sat up and glanced at the glass of water on the bedside table that Huo Mingzheng had just drunk a few sips from. She picked it up to take a couple of sips to stave off her hunger, when the door to the guest room was opened from the outside.en were more likely to meet the demands of women than usual.Last night, she took the initiative to "throw herself into his arms." Huo Mingzheng repeatedly demanded satisfaction, and of course, he got...