so alike, he couldn't tell them apart.He immediately bowed respectfully and ushered Fu Yan into the door, "The waiter said Miss Fu came looking for someone""What time did Mrs. Huo, the fifth wife, lea...Fu Yan slept soundly until dawn. Just as she was about to turn over, a sudden tightness in her waist woke her up.

"Are you awake"

The man's voice in the morning was unusually deep and husky, like a powerful magnet, drawing Fu Yan in, making her heart throb with a mix of numbness and tremor.

She unconsciously looked up, meeting the man's obsidian eyes.

The man had his arms around her waist, their bodies pressed close together. A faint scent of bath soap, the same as hers, drifted into his nostrils.

"How did you end up sleeping here" she felt a sudden surge of nervousness.

Could he have been holding her like that all night

She didn't notice at all and slept right through the night.

No, she did not fail to notice.

Halfway through her sleep, she felt a little cold. Suddenly, her surroundings became warm and cozy, making her drowsiness even deeper. She was about to open her eyes, but it seemed as if someone had covered them, whispering "goodnight" softly in her ear.

She couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.

A faint, delicate smile played at the corners of Huo Mingzheng's eyes, barely noticeable. "Then where else would I sleep"

You should return to the Jinling mansion or Huo's residence, or...

Li Qin's place.

"Or where else" Huo Mingzheng pressed her.

She shook her head, silent for a moment, before realizing she was leaning against Huo Mingzheng's arm. She hurriedly climbed out of bed.

Ho Mingzheng also sat up, rubbed his numb arms, and glanced at her spirited face. "What did you dream about last night that made you so happy"

Fu Yan was taken aback.

She couldn't remember what she dreamed specifically, she just remembered that she was lying in bed and someone who looked like a doctor told her that both mother and child were safe. She seemed to be holding a baby and was very happy in the dream.

To my surprise, she actually laughed.

A nameless wave of panic washed over me. I lowered my head and rummaged for slippers, avoiding Huo Mingzheng's gaze out of fear of revealing myself.

She feigned disbelief, "Don't fool me, I sleep badly but I don't smile."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a soft, delicate, and slightly playful laughter coming from beside her ear.

She turned her head back, and Huo Mingzheng was holding his phone, with the recording interface on it. The laughter came from inside.

His/Her face was flushed, all the way down to his/her feet.

"You actually recorded this!"

She feigned a grab, Huo Mingzheng turned off his phone and, taking advantage of his longer reach, placed the phone on the other side bedside table. He watched her calmly, his expression as if saying, "I didn't lie to you."

"I don't remember." She gave up trying to grab the phone, turned around and got off the ground. She realized she couldn't find her slippers, and then remembered that last night Huo Mingzheng had carried her back from the study.

She was barefoot.

"Stop!"

Huo Mingzheng called out to her from behind, kicking a pair of men's slippers off his feet and onto the floor in front of her. "You shouldn't walk barefoot during your period, you'll get cramps. Put these on."

Under Fu Yan's oppressive gaze, he obediently slipped his feet into the slippers. Huo Mingzheng had just put them on, and they were slightly warm.

A strange feeling crossed her mind, and she hurried into the bathroom to wash up.

Huo Mingzheng went to the guest bedroom to wash up and came back. When he passed by the master bedroom, he heard faint vomiting sounds from the bathroom, and his footsteps stopped.

Fu Yan held a basin of water and rinsed her mouth, when suddenly a knock came from the door.

"Are you paying attention"

Fu Yan's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She hurriedly took a deep breath, suppressing the nausea that surged up.

Huo Mingzheng frowned, twisted the doorknob and went in. He first glanced at Fu Yan's face, then at the pool, empty, there was only dry vomit.

He walked over, cupping Fu Yan's cheek with one hand, lifting her face up and studying it carefully for a moment. "What's wrong"

Fu Yan's heart beat uncontrollably. She had restrained herself, but she was still heard nonetheless.

He Mingzheng is too meticulous, and it's easy for him to find the truth as long as there's a clue.king when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Yan remain unmoved. She continued walking as if she hadn't heard a word, her cotton slippers clearly uncomfortable. Suddenly, she stumbled, and Cao F...