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An Ge stord off in anger.
After returning to her hospital room, she found the ointnt Gu Changfeng had brought and handed it to Nanny Lin, saying:
"Nanny Lin, please take this to Huo Shaoyan for . Also, let him know that if he continues to treat his body with such disregard and doesn’t take care of himself, I won’t visit him again until he’s discharged."
Nanny Lin could tell from An Ge’s tone that they had likely been arguing.
Nanny Lin hesitated for a mont before cautiously asking:
"Miss, have you had another fight with President Huo?"
An Ge pressed her fingers against her brow in fatigue and, after a long pause, finally said, "Not exactly a fight..."
Nanny Lin replied:
"Miss, now that you’ve decided to build a life with President Huo, there are tis when you shouldn’t take everything so seriously...
Between husband and wife, it’s hard to distinguish what’s right and what’s wrong. You’re also in the early stages of pregnancy, so it’s better not to dwell too much on anger."
An Ge pursed her lips for a mont. "I understand."
Nanny Lin added:
"Miss... you haven’t told President Huo about your pregnancy yet, have you? When are you planning to tell him?"
An Ge replied, "I’ll wait until after I’m discharged..."
There were just too many things An Ge still hadn’t figured out.
Huo Shaoyan’s manner of dealing with things was too extre—like this ti, he had deliberately taken that axe blow from Lee Dahai just to win her back...
Such behavior was far too obsessive; his controlling nature was undeniably overpowering.
This reminded her of those agonizing, suffocating days five years ago when Huo Shaoyan had kept her imprisoned.
She was afraid that reconciling with Huo Shaoyan might lead to those days repeating because of his intense need for control.
So, she needed more ti to observe and consider.
While Nanny Lin went to deliver the ointnt to Huo Shaoyan, An Ge made a phone call to Gu Changfeng.
At the ti, Gu Changfeng had already arrived at Huangjue Temple on Mount Qingcheng.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t managed to et the child as he had hoped.
Gu Changfeng stood before the temple’s abbot, his expression dark and forbidding.
The abbot said, "Master Gu, Daoxin was picked up an hour ago; you’re just a step too late."
Frustration gnawed at Gu Changfeng.
He wanted to smoke, but given the sacred grounds, he held back.
Gu Changfeng wasn’t originally a believer in Buddhism.
But ever since seventy mbers of the Qin family were slaughtered, he had hoped their souls could be redeed, wishing for them to find peace in another world.
Gu Changfeng handed a check for ten million to the abbot. "This is my donation to your temple. Please accept it."
The abbot was startled. "You..."
Gu Changfeng cut him off. "I only want to clarify one thing with you."
The abbot hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Go ahead."
Gu Changfeng asked, "Is Daoxin the orphan of the Qin family?"
After thinking for a mont, the abbot replied:
"I can only tell you that Daoxin was personally brought here by Mr. An from Imperial City. At the ti, he was less than a year old. Since then, Mr. An has visited him once every year at the end of the year."
After a pause:
"As for whether he is the orphan of the Qin family, I cannot say."
Gu Changfeng felt the abbot wasn’t entirely truthful.
However, he didn’t push the matter further.
He said, "Let know if you rember anything else."
After Gu Changfeng left, the abbot sighed.
"When will the cycle of revenge end?"
...
Elsewhere.
Gu Changfeng was standing in the parking lot of Huangjue Temple when he answered An Ge’s call.
He lit a cigarette, holding it at an angle in his mouth, and said with a faint smile, "What, you need sothing from ?"
An Ge responded, "I want to purchase a tube of that special ointnt..."
Gu Changfeng replied, "You an for Huo Shaoyan, right?"
An Ge didn’t confirm or deny it.
Gu Changfeng took a few drags on his cigarette, his voice calm:
"Since he’s willing to die for you, I’ll have soone deliver the ointnt to you later."
An Ge instinctively felt that Gu Changfeng must know sothing about the Qin family’s case.
So, before he hung up, she said to him:
"...You know so many of my secrets and even want to acknowledge as your sister. Shouldn’t you be honest with in return?"
Gu Changfeng flicked so ash off his cigarette, his grin crookedly sardonic:
"I’m just a walking dead man; I have no secrets."
After a pause, "Take good care of yourself. When I have ti, I’ll co see you."
An Ge wanted to say more, but he abruptly hung up.
Afterward, An Ge stared blankly for a while and eventually pulled out her phone to dial Huo Qingzhou.
Huo Qingzhou had been quite overwheld as of late.
Huo Zhenwei was pressuring him to marry Wen Hui, threatening to leave his fortune entirely to Huo Shaoyan if he refused.
This was unacceptable to Huo Qingzhou, as he had longstanding bad blood with Huo Shaoyan in the country and would never let the family power slip into Huo Shaoyan’s hands.
Thus, right now, he was arranging to negotiate with Wen Hui.
"I don’t love you. If you marry , you won’t find happiness."
Wen Hui knew Huo Qingzhou had no romantic feelings for her, but being soone who enjoyed conquering challenges, the more unattainable he seed, the more she wanted him.
So, almost as soon as his words fell, she indifferently replied:
"That doesn’t matter. Happiness isn’t important. What matters is, I just want you to marry ..."
Huo Qingzhou was genuinely angry:
"I’ve already told you eight hundred tis. Huo Qing is pregnant with my child, so I’m never going to marry you..."
Wen Hui already knew about Huo Qing’s pregnancy.
Her tone beca languid:
"I know. That’s perfect, though—I hate pain, and I’m a DINK anyway. Raising kids is ridiculously annoying, so if she wants to give birth, more power to her."
Huo Qingzhou was so angry that veins throbbed at his temple: "Lady Wen, are you nuts?"
Wen Hui found his anger highly amusing and practically burst out laughing. She said:
"How did you know? I’m lovesick... with you!"
Huo Qingzhou felt like strangling her.
Wen Hui pointed at his incessantly buzzing phone screen and reminded him:
"That dead woman An Ge is calling. Aren’t you going to answer?"
Huo Qingzhou pressed his palm to his forehead, rubbing his throbbing temples before finally picking up An Ge’s call.
With deep displeasure and impatience in his voice, he asked curtly, "What do you want?"
An Ge frowned. "What, did you swallow gunpowder?"
Huo Qingzhou couldn’t bother with pleasantries and spoke concisely: "If you’ve got sothing to say, say it. If not, I’m hanging up."
Getting straight to the point, An Ge said, "I’ll help you get Wen Hui off your back if you help investigate sothing."
At this, Huo Qingzhou’s interest was piqued. "Speak."
An Ge cut to the chase: "You investigate soone for —his na is Gu Changfeng. I want to know everything about him."
Huo Qingzhou agreed without hesitation:
"No problem. Just a simple background check?"
After a pause, he asked:
"How exactly do you plan to rid of Wen Hui, that crazy woman?"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Hui tried to snatch his phone.
The defining difference between Wen Hui and typical socialite ladies was that she was wilder than most n. Though spoiled, she wasn’t frail.
Despite being shorter than Huo Qingzhou, giving her seemingly no advantage in a physical scuffle for the phone, she easily leapt up and snatched it from his grip.
The mont she grabbed the phone, she issued a fierce warning to An Ge on the other end:
"Listen, you vile woman, mind your own damn business about my affairs..."
An Ge interrupted:
"Lady Wen, before you get worked up about , can I just say one thing? Not sure if I should or shouldn’t, but..."
Wen Hui’s interest was piqued. She raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead!"
An Ge said, "I just wanted to let you know—if you marry Huo Qingzhou, you’ll never find *fulfillnt.* He simply can’t give it to you..."
After a pause:
"Unless you’re fine with a platonic ’spiritual love.’ In that case, pretend I never said anything..."
That stopped Wen Hui cold and prompted her to look at Huo Qingzhou with a very peculiar expression.
She said to An Ge, "Really? If he’s incapacitated, how’d he manage to get Huo Qing pregnant?"
An Ge calmly replied, "He’s a quick-shooter, not impotent."
The implication was that being quick didn’t preclude fertility.
Wen Hui’s gaze at Huo Qingzhou turned from rely intricate to downright indescribable.
Huo Qingzhou frowned under her scrutiny. "Why are you looking at like that?"
Wen Hui, now turned away, asked An Ge sotto voce, "Are you serious? You’re not lying to , are you?"
An Ge replied, "If he were capable, don’t you think Huo Qing would’ve been perfectly happy with him, considering she’s carrying his child? The fact that she isn’t proves he’s not..."
Wen Hui took this as hard evidence.
She was the type of woman raised to believe she deserved only the best—the very idea of marrying a man with *issues* was utterly repulsive to her.
Contemplating this, her fleeting interest in Huo Qingzhou vanished into thin air.
She said to An Ge:
"Didn’t think you had so decency, vile woman. Thanks for letting know he’s defective—otherwise, I’d have fallen into a trap for life."
After a pause, "Alright, I owe you this one. When I get back to Imperial City, I’ll take you out to a feast."
An Ge dismissed it politely before Wen Hui hung up.
Just as Huo Qingzhou was about to say sothing, Wen Hui’s expression shifted to one of pity. "Never would’ve guessed the real reason you’re ditching is because of *that*..."
Huo Qingzhou stared at her in confusion. "What are you even talking about?"
Wen Hui returned his phone, saying:
"Your... condition, you should’ve told earlier. Made waste two good years chasing a lost cause. God, Huo Qingzhou, how utterly immoral of you!"
Honestly, it was hard to bla Wen Hui for her frustration.
She’d spent almost two years chasing Huo Qingzhou.
Only to find out at the finish line, she’d been pursuing soone fundantally flawed in *that* departnt.
The re thought of wasting her youth to marry a man who was capable of many things except the most crucial—thinking about that made her stomach churn.
So, after her scathing comnt, she turned to leave without so much as a glance back. But Huo Qingzhou stopped her:
"Wen Dazui, explain yourself—what do you an by saying I’m not capable?"
Wen Hui was sotis called "Wen Dazui" (Big Mouth Wen).
This wasn’t because her mouth was physically large but due to her gossipy tendencies. Any news filtering through her would quickly beco the talk of the town.
It was precisely this reputation that made Huo Qingzhou rage at her very discriminatory remark.
Wen Hui, seeing his anger, wasn’t fazed at all. She kindly consoled him:
"Shhh, no need to get upset, alright? Rest assured, I won’t spread around your... issue. Co on, these days, who doesn’t have a secret sha?"
Huo Qingzhou’s head throbbed as he growled through clenched teeth: "Are you seriously believing that vile woman An Ge’s nonsense? I AM capable!"
Wen Hui looked even more pitying now. "Alright, alright, I understand—you’re the best, practically godlike. Fine with ; I don’t mingle with defective n anyway. Farewell!"
Huo Qingzhou: "..."
Wen Hui stord out, slamming the door.
Monts later, an enraged Huo Qingzhou called An Ge back.
Before he could even start yelling, An Ge cut him off:
"Whether you’re capable or not really doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you’ve successfully rid yourself of Wen Hui, haven’t you?"
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