An Ge’s face turned red, a little annoyed.
Young Master Huo saw her expression and quickly said, "Alright, alright! Whether it hurts or feels good, I’ll endure it. Ancestor, can you stop pausing and just continue...?"
An Ge noticed he was full of energy, clearly not soone who was sick. She imdiately realized he was faking it.
She really wanted to throw the ointnt at his face, but when she thought about the fresh wounds and old scars on his body—all because of her—she suppressed her anger.
Resigned, she applied the ointnt to his wounds with ticulous care.
She was beautiful, and whenever she focused on sothing, her beauty seed to elevate to an entirely different level.
Huo Shaoyan’s mind stirred, and he had the sudden urge to kiss her.
But he held himself back.
She was pregnant; she couldn’t be subjected to undue stress.
When An Ge finished applying the ointnt, he said, "I’ve booked a restaurant; let’s go eat later."
An Ge went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and Huo Shaoyan followed her into the bathroom.
She lowered her head, turned on the faucet, and quietly washed her hands.
Huo Shaoyan walked up behind her, instantly making the spacious bathroom feel cramped.
The oppressive proximity made An Ge raise her head in dissatisfaction, only to catch the man staring intently at her chest in the mirror.
She was wearing a V-neck top. Although the neckline wasn’t very low, from his angle looking down, he could easily glimpse the deep cleavage below.
An Ge’s face flushed with anger.
After washing her hands, she turned around and pushed him as she tried to leave. But Huo Shaoyan imdiately grabbed her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Before she could erupt in anger, the man cupped her face and pressed his lips onto hers.
He kissed her quickly, releasing her lips almost imdiately.
However, his hand remained firmly on her waist, preventing her from leaving.
An Ge was both furious and embarrassed, "Huo Shaoyan, what exactly do you want?"
Huo Shaoyan’s eyes held a smoldering fire—a fire that n only have for won.
His Phoenix Eyes locked onto her for a long mont before he finally let go, telling An Ge:
"Sorry, you’re too beautiful. I couldn’t resist for a mont."
After speaking, he pushed An Ge out of the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
An Ge felt confused.
Soon, sounds from inside the bathroom—sounds that were unmistakably... restless—reached her ears, and she instantly understood.
He was doing what most n tend to do...
But he was doing it so blatantly, right behind a frosted glass door. Just imagining it made An Ge feel... humiliated.
Fuming, she went out onto the balcony to cool off.
The sky was already dark, but the entire Jingcheng city sprawled before her, lit up in brilliant, dazzling lights.
Across the river, the landmark buildings displayed a light show.
Soone was proposing, with words written in neon lights: "So-and-so, I love you, marry ."
The neon lights, vibrant in An Ge’s eyes, shimred extravagantly.
But to An Ge, they felt piercing. She closed her eyes lightly.
When she opened them again, footsteps sounded behind her.
Without turning around, An Ge’s gaze remained fixed on the dazzling, extravagant light show across the river.
Huo Shaoyan walked up to her from behind, watching her long hair dance in the river breeze.
Her hair was impeccably maintained—long, thick, and gleaming darkly like obsidian.
Staring at her flowing, ink-black hair, Huo Shaoyan’s voice lted into the night wind, carrying a hint of intoxication, even reverie:
"Are you envy them?"
An Ge was stunned for a mont before realizing what he ant.
Huo Shaoyan was saying she envied other won who were publicly proposed to.
An Ge didn’t turn around.
She only felt that the breeze at this mont was soothing, as if it swept away the gloom weighing on her heart.
Just as Huo Shaoyan thought she wouldn’t answer his question, her soft voice floated over:
"Yes, it might be a little tacky, but even the tackiest is still romantic. Won are inherently romantic, without exception."
After saying this, she turned to face him.
The wind blew from behind her, her long hair tousling and wrapping around her face, partly obstructing her vision.
She raised her hand and tucked her windblown hair behind her ears, her black-and-white, clear eyes calmly looking at Huo Shaoyan:
"But I don’t lack n who can put on a light show for . What I envy is that pure and fervent romance."
Huo Shaoyan wanted to say, "I can give you romance too."
But he knew An Ge wasn’t looking for the kind of romance money could buy.
Manufactured romance was as cheap as artificial sweetener.
So, Huo Shaoyan swallowed his words back and said, "Let’s go. I’ve reserved a table at the restaurant downstairs."
An Ge was hungry too. She nodded, "Alright."
The two of them left the presidential suite one after the other.
While they were in the elevator together, An Ge suddenly rembered sothing and hurriedly said to Huo Shaoyan:
"I originally thought your fever was serious, so I called Jiang Fengmian. He should already be at the hotel by now. You should give him a call to let him know he doesn’t need to co..."
It wasn’t that An Ge couldn’t call Jiang Fengmian herself.
She felt Jiang Fengmian wasn’t exactly the most easygoing person.
Since she was the one who asked him to co, only for him to discover Huo Shaoyan wasn’t even sick, he might feel like he was being toyed with.
So An Ge wanted Huo Shaoyan to handle it himself.
Huo Shaoyan quickly understood An Ge’s concern. He made a sound of acknowledgnt and called Jiang Fengmian.
At this ti, Jiang Fengmian had just arrived at the parking lot below the hotel.
He got out of his car and instructed his assistant:
"Grab the dical kit from the trunk and head to room 1888 to take Huo Shaoyan’s temperature. I’ll finish dealing with Jiang Qingyi’s matter and join you later."
Assistant: "Understood."
As his assistant went to retrieve the dical kit, Huo Shaoyan’s call ca through to Jiang Fengmian’s phone.
Jiang Fengmian answered the phone.
Huo Shaoyan’s voice quickly ca through, "You don’t need to co. I’m not sick."
Jiang Fengmian snorted coldly, "So, you’re telling you’re dragging along in your love gas, huh?"
Huo Shaoyan said, "I’ll give you the new race car I just got for my garage."
After a pause, he added:
"It looks like today is Jiang Qingyi’s birthday. Her dream when she turned eighteen was to own a one-in-a-million race car. You, always stuck in hospitals, operating rooms, or the Jiang Group, so busy you lose track of ti, likely forgot to prepare her a birthday gift, right?"
Hit where it hurts.
Huo Shaoyan’s words instantly extinguished Jiang Fengmian’s anger as if it was never there.
Jiang Fengmian asked, "Which garage?"
Huo Shaoyan answered, "The one near Golden Bund, about three kiloters away from here."
With that, Jiang Fengmian hung up.
Shortly after, Huo Shaoyan received a text ssage from Jiang Fengmian:
I don’t freeload. Send the quote later; I’ll wire you the money discreetly.
Huo Shaoyan raised an eyebrow, deciding not to reply.
Since Huo Shaoyan didn’t avoid An Ge while he was reading the text ssage, An Ge naturally saw it.
She pursed her lips but offered no comnt.
Still, she couldn’t help but feel that Huo Shaoyan had an absurdly vast fortune—tossing out millions and billions with just a casual word.
Huo Shaoyan caught her lip-pursing gesture and his thin lips curled faintly into a smile.
She didn’t want him but was worried about his money.
Tsk, interesting.
Huo Shaoyan’s reserved table was by the window, on the fifteenth floor, offering an unobstructed view of the sparkling river scenery.
He took the nu from the server and handed it to An Ge, "Order whatever you want. Don’t be shy."
An Ge accepted the nu, slowly flipping through it and ordering a few signature dishes before asking Huo Shaoyan:
"Do you want to order yourself or should I help you?"
Huo Shaoyan wanted to head to the restroom, so he replied, "You can order for ; I’m not picky."
An Ge frowned as she saw him get up and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I’m going to the restroom."
An Ge replied with an "Oh," her gaze carrying a hint of subtle aning.
Huo Shaoyan caught her look and raised an eyebrow, smirking roguishly, "You think I can’t stop myself? I’m not going there to jerk off."
His words made An Ge want to crawl into a hole out of embarrassnt.
The server was still there—how could he say sothing so outrageous?
Crude, shaless, utterly indecent!
While Huo Shaoyan went to the restroom, An Ge confird the order with the server, then found herself drawn to the view of the river outside the window.
At night, the buildings across the river weren’t the only ones putting on a light show; cruise ships bedecked with neon lights turned the river into a glowing dragon. The riverbanks were crowded with tourists snapping photos, bustling and lively.
An Ge leaned her face against her hand, lost in thought. Despite her long stay in Jingcheng, she had never visited the river for leisure. She considered finding ti to take the kids on a cruise for fun. Just then, an unmistakably hostile voice reached her ears from behind.
"I swear, why is it that you’re everywhere, sticking out like a sore thumb?"
The voice was oddly familiar.
Turning toward the sound, An Ge saw Madam Mo, surrounded by several wealthy won, walking toward her.
An Ge’s gaze turned indifferent as she looked at her, saying nothing.
Seeing her lack of reaction, Madam Mo grew even more displeased, saying, "I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?"
An Ge frowned and asked, "And who might you be?"
Madam Mo’s breath quickened with anger.
"Who am I? My daughter, Mo Yuan, is Huo Shaoyan’s lifesaver. Not only that, but she gave birth to a son for him. I am Huo Shaoyan’s forr mother-in-law. Additionally, the Mo Family and Huo Family have maintained close business ties for years. So, tell , who am I?"
An Ge said casually, "And what does that have to do with ?"
Madam Mo, incensed:
"Ms. An, it’s important to know one’s place. My daughter intends to reconcile with Huo Shaoyan. If you’re smart, you won’t stand in her way. Otherwise, I won’t be polite."
An Ge rested her chin on one hand, looking at her while saying calmly:
"Oh, you won’t be polite? So, Jingcheng belongs to your Mo Family now? My, I’m so scared."
Madam Mo: "..."
The wealthy won accompanying her saw that not only was An Ge refusing to back down, but she was also so arrogant, so they began reprimanding her openly.
"Honestly, An, how shaless can you be?"
"Exactly. I heard the child you lost wasn’t even Huo Shaoyan’s, and that’s why he divorced you."
"Yes, I heard that too. Rumors say you had a fling with Gu Changfeng, and the child belonged to him..."
"You’re surrounded by n vying for your affection. Why must you compete with Ms. Mo over a man...?"
Before the woman could finish speaking, An Ge picked up the teacup in front of her and splashed its contents directly onto the woman’s face.
The tea wasn’t particularly hot, but being doused on the face caused the woman to scream instinctively and rather dramatically.
The one doused was Mrs. Li, Madam Mo’s esteed guest for the day.
Mrs. Li, now beside herself, yelled at Madam Mo:
"Madam Mo, I only attended your lunch today because of President Mo’s reputation. And yet, you allow such a lowly woman to treat this way? Are you suggesting the collaboration between our families is unnecessary?"
Madam Mo panicked upon hearing this.
Without hesitation, she picked up another cup of tea from the table and attempted to throw it at An Ge, when Huo Shaoyan arrived.
He strode quickly over and intercepted Madam Mo’s wrist in an instant.
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