her makeup and jewelry. Is she trying to get revenge on her nowThe more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, her eyes becoming increasingly red, tears swirling in her eye sockets. "Didn't...He slowly raised his eyes to look over, his obsidian-like eyes were filled with frost, devoid of any warmth.

Their eyes met, and the pale color of her face was completely exposed in his gaze. It was a sickly pallor, fragile and vulnerable. Yet, those black and white eyes held a resolute light that refused to yield.

Ho Mingzheng shifted his gaze, took a hard drag from his cigarette, and then extinguished the butt in the trash can before saying coldly, “Get in the car.”

"I didn't push her."

A broken, raspy voice came from behind, tugging at my heartstrings inexplicably.

Huo Mingzheng's footsteps faltered. His broad figure stood out in the darkness, radiating a sense of security, yet at this moment, he gave Fu Yan a feeling of being distant and unapproachable.

He didn't say a word, leaned against the car door and got in.

Fu Yan lowered her head and gave a self-deprecating smile. What was the point of explaining again He wouldn't believe her, no matter how many times she tried.

Caofang knew some things were hard to say out loud, but he had to remind Fuyanyan.

"Mrs. Wu is also in the hospital."

Fu Yan was stunned, her eyes reddening instantly. "You!"

Huo Jingshu is the pampered fifth miss of the Huo family. The entire Huo family believes it was she who pushed Huo Jingshu, leading to the loss of the child. Her and her mother's situation is precarious.

Mother is in the hospital, how Du Xinrui would make a fuss about this and make things difficult for her mother is easy to imagine.

She pushed Cao Fang away and limped past. Cao Fang caught up to help her into the car, but she gritted her teeth and brushed him off, then bent down and got in.

Cao Fang unconsciously glanced at Huo Mingzheng. The man's cold and stern profile tightened, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and there was a hint of displeasure in his brows.

He quietly closed the door, went around to the driver's side of the car, and raised the partition before starting it.

One could hear a pin drop inside the carriage.

Fu Yan remained motionless in the corner. The car was driving down the road, streetlights illuminating her one by one, casting shadows across the hidden pinprick on her back of her hand.

She closed her eyes, her mind a jumble of thoughts. All she felt was exhaustion, her back aching and cramping, as if it would snap in two.

After what felt like an eternity, the car finally came to a halt. She assumed they had arrived at the hospital.

What caught the eye was the bustling and lively street.

She was familiar with this place. Walking inside, there was a narrow alleyway. At the end of the alleyway was Wang's Congee Shop.

Huo Mingzheng glanced at her legs, lowered the partition, and ordered, "Pack a bowl of porridge according to her taste and bring it back."

"I don't eat." Fu Yan retracted her gaze, her expression cold.

She understood her mother's predicament and didn't dare to delay too long. Du Xiner had harbored resentment towards her mother for many years, and now she had caused Huo Jingshu to lose her child. Du Xiner would definitely not let her mother off easily.

Huo Mingzheng glanced at Cao Fang, who understood immediately. He got out of the car and disappeared into the alleyway in a short while.

Fu Yan's emotions were turbulent, she endured, "I said I wouldn't eat. If you don't want to take me to the hospital, I can just take a taxi myself."

"If you don't eat two meals, do you think you're made of iron" Huo Mingzheng's voice turned cold.

During lunch break, Cao Fang sent her food in, but she didn't eat a single bite.

"My mom..."

Fu Yan suddenly thought about the fact that she was pregnant now. She hadn't paid much attention to her body before, but now she wasn't alone. She had a child.

She hesitated for a second, already having lost the power to choose.

Qin Heng was watching in the hospital. Huo Mingzheng said lightly.

Fu Yan finally fell silent.

Cao Fang brought back a packed pot of porridge. He must have persuaded Wang's wife somehow, as he also brought back some small dishes.

The carriage was filled with the savory aroma of beef congee. Huo Mingzheng rolled down his car window and lit a cigarette.

His articulated fingers rested on the windowsill, and the colorful lights from the street illuminated his face. In the flickering shadows, he spoke: "Fu Jing spoke for you, Jing Shu is going to break off her engagement with him."der wrist, his eyes suppressing a surge of emotion. "I'll leave when your hand is healed," he said.Fu Yan didn't know whether she was persuaded or felt that struggling was futile. Her wrist lay motion...