Yan Jing still had her senses.
After a mont, she blocked him, her voice choked with tears: "Shaoting... This is not right! I can’t... I can’t do this!"
She wanted to run.
Huo Shaoting embraced her from behind.
He held her slender waist tightly, his face pressed against her thin back, murmuring: "I have never forgotten you! Yan Jing... I’ve never loved her, not for even a second!"
Huo Shaoting’s voice was filled with pain.
Wasn’t Miss Yan the sa?
They loved each other deeply but were betrayed... spending half their lives in agony.
She felt sorry for him and whispered softly: "Let go of first! We can talk about this properly."
Huo Shaoting refused.
He was very repressed with Chen Xishan; he was in his pri, and the woman in his arms was the one he loved.
He wanted to be with her, to find a place to cherish her...
The second young master Huo had drunk, and with the courage of a bear, turned his beloved around and wanted to continue kissing her.
"Snap."
The dark space lit up under the light of a lighter.
Bao Jingyan leaned against the corridor, only a few steps away from them, a smile on his lips: "Second Brother Huo, this won’t do! Matters between a man and woman depend on mutual consent; what’s the fun if it’s forced?"
Huo Shaoting was embarrassed.
He sobered up for the most part and apologized to Miss Yan: "I’m sorry, I was too impulsive."
Miss Yan had kissed him, her body touched by him, but didn’t expect to be seen by others.
She felt shy and embarrassed, lowering her head: "I have to be on stage, I’ll go first."
She hurried away.
Huo Shaoting watched her back, unconsciously clenching his hand...
Bao Jingyan smiled again.
He said, "Second Brother Huo is indeed a lovesick man! But I can see Miss Yan has feelings for you too, why not take it slowly... Besides, Second Brother, you must arrange things well so she won’t suffer."
Huo Shaoting fully sobered up.
He thanked Bao Jingyan then left.
Once in the car, the driver asked him where to go, and he absentmindedly said, "Back ho."
Not until the car stopped did Huo Shaoting realize he was ho.
Before he could move, the car door opened.
What t his eyes was Chen Xishan’s indifferent face; she greeted him gently: "Shaoting, have you been drinking?"
She was happy in her heart.
When he drank, he was easy to talk to, and did things with enthusiasm.
Huo Shaoting had just co through emotional turbulence, and seeing his wife made him even less pleased.
He hesitated for a long ti before moving his foot, asking casually: "Is the kid asleep?"
Chen Xishan took his coat, replying cheerfully: "He’s been asleep for over half an hour; do you want to take a look at him?"
Huo Shaoting grunted an assent.
If he could choose, he’d rather stay with his youngest son.
But he knew, as he rarely returned, Chen Xishan wouldn’t miss this chance.
Indeed, back in the room, after he had just finished bathing, his wife lay in his arms, starting to unbutton him.
Huo Shaoting wanted to force it for a bit.
But his mind was filled with the gentle image of Yan Jing and the beautiful feeling from their earlier kiss.
Only Yan Jing could stir Huo Shaoting’s passion.
He couldn’t bear it, refusing his wife.
He murmured: "I’m a bit tired! I’ll sleep in the study!"
Saying this, without waiting for her agreent, he took a pillow and thin blanket and left the master bedroom.
Chen Xishan only just realized.
Her husband pulling away was like having a bucket of cold water poured over her head.
After so many years of marriage, although he wasn’t passionate, he had never embarrassed her in their conjugal matters, but this ti...
Coincidentally, there was movent next door.
The cat-like sounds seed to scratch at one’s heart.
Chen Xiyang shook with anger.
She called Lu’er in, instructing her: "Look into it for , see if there’s a vixen around Shaoting!"
Lu’er hurried off to handle it.
Chen Xishan lay back in bed.
A woman in her forties, unable to receive her husband’s affection, could only spend the night in loneliness...
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