Huo Qinglin staggered away in a daze; the danger that had just arisen instantly dissipated.
But to give up on Lin Banxia like this? He was utterly unwilling.
Lin Banxia was currently hiding in Huo Yanting’s office, pacing back and forth uneasily.
The office door swung open, and Huo Yanting walked in with steady, deliberate steps.
Lin Banxia imdiately looked at him nervously.
"Don’t et with him alone again. It’s dangerous—understand?" Huo Yanting’s tone was unmistakably one of reprimand.
Lin Banxia explained with a touch of grievance, "I didn’t want to see him at all. The mont he ca in, he locked the pantry door."
"If he ever dares to treat you like that again, call . Rember this: don’t let him touch you." Huo Yanting suddenly seed to think of sothing, grabbed her small hand, and led her into the adjacent resting room.
Before Lin Banxia could react, she was dragged into the bathroom, where she saw the man’s cold and handso face as he pulled up her sleeve and personally began washing her hands.
"Huh..." Lin Banxia looked utterly baffled.
"I’ll do it myself!" Lin Banxia noticed his movents were a bit rough, so she wanted to take over.
Huo Yanting stood beside her, arms crossed over his chest, watching intently as she completed the entire hand-washing process. Only then did a satisfied expression appear on his face.
Lin Banxia couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. This man’s obsession with cleanliness wasn’t just severe—it was extre.
Still, Lin Banxia realized she didn’t dislike his domineering behavior. Instead, she found it sowhat... endearing.
Endearing?
Oh god, how could she pair those words with the icy block of a man standing beside her?
Her brain must be malfunctioning.
"Husband, I wanted to ask—what are my work responsibilities?" Lin Banxia asked softly while wiping her hands with a tissue.
Huo Yanting had been angry monts ago, but the gentle "husband" from her lips instantly dissipated his fury.
His deep, shadowy eyes locked onto her before he said lightly, "I happen to have a project. You can help follow up on it."
"What project?" Lin Banxia’s beautiful eyes lit up instantly, sensing an opportunity for developnt.
Huo Yanting didn’t understand—why did this woman’s eyes shine like stars just because she had a job?
What had she been through?
All along, Huo Yanting hadn’t sent anyone to investigate her past life with the Lin Family. He only knew that after those two kind-hearted elders passed away, she moved back into the Lin household, and later, at a celebration banquet following his return from a business trip abroad, he saw her standing delicately by Huo Qinglin’s side like a charming little bird.
At that mont, Huo Yanting felt an uncontrollable impulse to drag her away from that man’s side.
But his pride, his status, wouldn’t allow him to act so irrationally and out of line.
His grandfather was present then, along with business moguls from around the globe. As the Huo Family’s most likely successor, he was naturally thrust into the spotlight.
That evening, he gave a speech, but his usual fluency was replaced by hesitations, and his typically spirited deanor fell flat.
At certain monts, he would lose focus over that radiant woman’s smile.
His grandfather had been dissatisfied with his performance that day and asked him the reason, to which he rely replied, citing exhaustion from travel.
But only he knew why he hadn’t been calm and composed that day—because the beautiful flower he had long since set his sights on was being plucked by his cousin.
When Huo Qinglin held her slender waist and the two of them walked toward him with tender affection, he heard her lodious voice calling him "big brother."
At that mont, he nearly lost his mind.
Who wanted to be her "big brother"? From beginning to end, the only role he ever wanted was to be her man.
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