Tears welled up in her eyes from the physical discomfort, her lashes damp and distinct, as if large teardrops would roll down at any moment.
The man’s fingers gently cupped her cheek, his voice so low it seemed to be coaxing her,
“Still not feeling well, Wanwan?”
The girl pressed her lips together and shook her head. After a moment of hesitation, she finally mustered the courage and softly called out, “Mr. Huo.”
The fingers resting on her cheek paused briefly. The man’s deep voice echoed in the air, filled with reassurance, making her feel profoundly at peace,
“I’m here.”
The teary-eyed little pitiful one looked at him timidly, speaking slowly in a small voice,
“Mr. Huo—”
A loud “bang!” sounded from the door, as if some heavy metal object had slammed against it.
At the same time, Huo Jinchen’s furious voice rang out again,
“Jiang Youwan! How dare you cheat on me! Come out here!”
The sudden noise was like a fierce gust of wind, scattering the courage Jiang Youwan had painstakingly gathered.
The beautiful girl lowered her lashes and looked at her still-flat stomach.
Jiang Youwan, what are you hoping for?
Even if he liked you a little, would you ever be worthy of him?
Forget the vast difference in status—just the fact that she was carrying another man’s child in her belly, how could she dare to imagine that Mr. Huo would ever like her?
Her trembling lashes fluttered incessantly, and her flushed face slowly paled, turning as white as a thin sheet of rice paper.
Huo Jinchen’s shouts continued, even more aggressive than before.
The man’s fingers gently brushed her cheek as he stood up calmly,
“I’ll handle it.”
“Mr. Huo—”
Jiang Youwan rose with him and tugged at his sleeve.
The man halted by her touch, his gaze sweeping over her. The moment it landed on her, there was a subtle, fleeting stiffness.
Jiang Youwan followed his gaze downward, and the tips of her ears instantly turned red.
After the earlier commotion, the outer garment draped over her was somewhat disheveled, failing to cover the ample view of her chest.
The neckline of her camisole nightgown was already low-cut, and now it looked even more crumpled. Her milky, snow-like skin seemed delicate enough to bruise at a touch, with shadows accentuating the deep cleavage, her flesh even exuding a sweet fragrance.
This scene, this state of disarray, truly resembled the moments before or after certain intimate scenes in television dramas.
Her dark, thick lashes trembled even faster. The blushing girl lowered her head slightly, revealing a slender, snow-white swan-like neck.
She hastily pulled her indecent clothing together, afraid that Mr. Huo might misunderstand her, stumbling over her explanation,
“I didn’t mean to do this on purpose…”
“On purpose for what?”
It seemed he was feigning ignorance, but Jiang Youwan wondered if she was overthinking—Mr. Huo couldn’t possibly be that mischievous.
She pressed her red lips together and explained in a small, hesitant voice,
“I didn’t mean to seduce you on purpose.”
A low chuckle sounded by her ear, his deep voice drifting into her consciousness, lazy and alluring,
“I wish Wanwan had done it on purpose.”
The girl abruptly raised her eyes, filled with disbelief and shock.
But the man merely patted her head, his deep black eyes carrying a faint smile as he spoke to her in that coaxing tone again,
“Go change your clothes, Wanwan.”
Jiang Youwan swallowed her words and obediently turned toward the bedroom.
She also left Huo Jinchen’s howling and wailing outside the door behind her.
When she pushed the bedroom door open again, there was already another person in the living room.
Huo Jinchen, who had been shouting arrogantly outside, now stood as meekly as a primary school student who had made a mistake, his legs pressed together as he stood rigidly in the middle of the living room.
Huo Linyuan sat on the sofa drinking tea, his expression distant and cold.
He hadn’t said a word, but his powerful aura enveloped the entire living room. Huo Jinchen was so terrified he didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.
When he saw Jiang Youwan come out, Huo Jinchen immediately gave her a pleading look, hoping she would help him out of this situation.
But Jiang Youwan only glanced at him, her indifferent gaze as if she were looking at a trash can or a useless vase.
“Wanwan, sit down.”
Jiang Youwan chose another sofa to sit on, placing her small hands obediently on her knees.
“Repeat what you were shouting at the door just now.”
The man’s voice was exceptionally cold, paired with his sharp and indifferent eyes, the sense of oppression returned.
How could Huo Jinchen dare to repeat it?
He had spoken recklessly outside the door, cursing them as an adulterous couple.
Now, he wished he could slap his own mouth.
“Uncle, I didn’t know it was you…”
“I was just worried about Wanwan. I was afraid she was being deceived.”
“Wasn’t she deceived by you?”
The man’s cold voice was merciless, his tightly pressed thin lips carrying displeasure.
Huo Jinchen quickly shut his mouth and changed the subject:
“Uncle, I love Wanwan too much. I really can’t live without her!”
The man’s brows furrowed slightly, his handsome features shadowed with gloom and indifference.
“Will you die without her?”
Huo Jinchen fell silent again.
Uncle must have heard his earlier foul language.
Uncle was in a bad mood now.
Uncle might be about to hit him at any moment.
These three thoughts swirled in his mind, and Huo Jinchen’s legs, still sore from kneeling in the ancestral hall, began to tremble again. He wanted to turn and run but regretted choosing tonight to pursue love—it was clearly not the right time.
His face alternated between pale and flushed, but he couldn’t utter a single word.
“Huo Jinchen, I’ve already broken up with you. Don’t harass me again in the future, or I’ll call the police.”
The girl’s soft voice rang out again, firm and resolute.
Huo Jinchen had prepared a whole arsenal of sweet words to coax her, but with Uncle here, staring at him with that sinister gaze, he felt a chill running down his spine.
Huo Jinchen opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to finally utter an “Oh.”
That gloomy gaze fell on him, swirling with emotions that made his heart tremble. The man’s voice seemed to carry knives, sharp and aggressive:
“Still not leaving? Do you plan to spend the night here?”
“No, no—”
Huo Jinchen felt as if he had been granted a pardon, hurriedly denying it.
“I’ll leave right away! I’m leaving now!”
Before leaving, Huo Jinchen braved Huo Linyuan’s murderous gaze and stood respectfully in front of Jiang Youwan to apologize:
“I’m sorry, Wanwan. I apologize for what happened earlier. I shouldn’t have spoken harshly to you. It was narrow-minded of me. I’m sorry!”
He didn’t even wait for Jiang Youwan’s response before running off as if chased by a dog, disappearing in an instant.
Only when the elevator doors opened did Zhao Yanbin, leaning against the supercar waiting for him, let out a surprised “Yo.”
“Apology didn’t go well? Got kicked out looking so dejected?”
“I’m having the worst luck today—my uncle was there!”
Huo Jinchen slammed the car door shut with a “bang,” still shaken,
“You have no idea. When I was apologizing outside, Jiang Youwan didn’t open the door. I heard a man’s voice inside and thought she was having an affair with someone else.”
“Thankfully, when the door opened, I saw my uncle—”
As soon as he said it, Huo Jinchen realized it wasn’t all that fortunate and rephrased,
“Thankfully, when the door opened, I unfortunately saw my uncle.”
At least Jiang Youwan wasn’t cheating, but unfortunately, he got caught by his uncle again.
Zhao Yanbin looked puzzled: “You mean your uncle was already at Jiang Youwan’s place before you arrived?”
After getting Huo Jinchen’s confirmation, Zhao Yanbin gasped in shock.
He lowered his voice, as if afraid Huo Linyuan might hear him from hundreds of meters away,
“Do you think there’s a possibility… that your uncle is having an affair with Jiang Youwan?”