l of her emotions were suppressed and held back, resentment, grievance, all compressed into a ball that she pressed down deep in her heart. But the moment she understood that she was a stand-in, her e...Fu Yan woke up the afternoon of the second day. Huo Mingzheng wasn't in the room, and she probably wasn't in the room from last night either.

Everything in the room was neat and tidy, including the bed, which clearly wasn't last night's "crime scene."

Although she wasn't rational last night, she also knew she was going too far.

Ho Mingzheng was absolutely killing it, but luckily today is the weekend.

She got out of bed barefoot and almost fell to the ground. She instinctively grabbed onto the bed and sat back down.

Last night, Huo Mingzheng actually brought her back to his private estate.

Her bag was placed by the sofa, and on the coffee table were the proposal she had prepared for Director Lei and the contract she had ready at hand.

She walked over in confusion. At the contract's final signature line, the imposing three characters " Huo Mingzheng" stabbed at her eyes with pain.

She clutched the contract tightly, the sound of the paper ripping mirroring the tearing in her heart. Her breath came in ragged gasps, a sharp, aching pain lancing through her.

The back door opened, and she turned around to see Huo Mingzheng looking refreshed. Without hesitation, she threw the contract at him!

With a snap!

She was not strong enough, and the contract fell to the ground half a meter away from Huo Mingzheng.

"What do you mean" Her voice was hoarse, her momentum instantly waning, yet her bright eyes remained stubbornly defiant.

Huo Mingzheng wore a dark gray wool sweater and black casual pants, making him look handsome and refined. Only Fu Yan knew that deep down, he was a wolf.

A wolf that will devour a person, leaving nothing but bones.

He strode over to her, his long legs carrying him with ease. He looked at her flushed face, a faint smile playing on his lips as he spoke in a low voice, "Didn't you always want this partnership"

"If it weren't for you stirring things up, would General Lei have given me this opportunity" Fu Yan questioned him, her voice catching in her throat.

The man tucked the hair from beside her cheek behind her ear, and she ducked away.

The man saw the kiss mark he left behind on her ear and smiled gently, "Am I not as good as him"

"What do you take me for You sleep with me and then you want me to sign a contract So you think I'm that kind of woman!"

It's too humiliating!

Fu Yan threw off the man's hand, gritting her teeth against the pain in her leg as she took large strides out of the room, but was pulled back by Huo Mingzheng.

"Cao Yuan is downstairs, you're dressed like that"

How many times had Fu Yan come to his private estate Her walk-in closet held few clothes; most of the time, they were bought last minute and delivered. Before dawn, after finishing her bath in the bathroom, she would be embraced by him as he washed her. He would then put a shirt of his on her haphazardly.

She was pretty tall for a woman, her clothes hem just covering her upper thighs, revealing two pale and slender legs. With any slight movement, everything could be seen.

Huo Mingzheng pulled her back.

"Is this explanation enough My signing the contract has nothing to do with last night's events."

He knew how to be infuriating. Fu Yan said nothing and put distance between them.

Ironically, they were incredibly compatible last night. But in her sober state, she knew what their relationship was and the kind of distance they should maintain.

The causal relationship between these two things is indeed subtle. Individually, there's no problem at all, but put together, it's hard to swallow.

Fu Yan had her pride, and Huo Mingzheng was equally dismissive of explaining himself.

The soreness on her body was a reminder of what happened last night. “Was it you who drugged me”

Last night my rationality crumbled, and my brain lost its ability to think.

He wouldn't use any underhanded methods like drugging her.

Fu Jing wouldn't either, it wasn't that she knew Fu Jing well, it was because she trusted Ji Lin.

"No."

"Do you know who it is" Fu Yan looked into his eyes.

Alas, Huo Mingzheng's city was too deep. His eyes never revealed emotions that outsiders could discern. At first glance, they seemed shrouded in mist, and upon closer inspection, there was nothing there.ingzheng is the head of the family, even though he is injured, he must show up for the ancestor worship.His black suit made him appear even more solemn and noble. The emblem on his lapel, a symbol of...