Feeling the sudden tightening of her small hands around his waist, Yan Ting was once again taken by surprise.
However, he didn’t think much of it, believing she might simply lack a sense of security.
"Chu Tingting admitted that she was behind the online sar campaign against you! If she dares to hurt you again, I won’t let her off." Yan Ting gently let go of her, using his fingers to wipe away the tears from her cheeks as he softly reassured her.
"She was indeed over the line, but don’t provoke your grandfather because of her." At this mont, Banxia was more concerned about his situation.
In her past life, she would often overhear Huo Tianfeng and Huo Qinglin in the living room, angrily shouting about how Yan Ting had constantly pressured them. On several occasions, they would spit venomous insults and threaten to find his weakness and crush him.
Back then, she rely marveled at how Yan Ting was truly formidable—to the extent of driving both her father-in-law and husband into such an exasperated frenzy.
But now, Banxia found herself worrying about him incessantly.
She felt that both Huo Tianfeng and Huo Qinglin were cunning and insidious characters. If Yan Ting were to slip even slightly, they would surely exploit any opportunity to crush him.
"I can handle everything. Don’t worry about !" Yan Ting’s eyes sparkled with amusent; her concern for him lifted his spirits imnsely.
Banxia knew that he undoubtedly had the ability to overco any adversity. In her previous life, he had indeed been like a god.
After seizing control of the company, he managed to balance power against Huo Tianfeng and his son at every turn. In the end, Huo Tianfeng was relegated to a aningless role, stripped of authority and influence. Although Huo Qinglin still held a critical position in the company, thanks to the matriarch’s unwavering objections, his life was far from easy.
Huo Qinglin lived in constant frustration—returning ho every day with a darkened face, venting his anger through sarcastic jabs at her.
As they say, "A useless man takes out his frustrations on his wife when things go wrong outside." At that ti, Banxia had looked at Huo Qinglin’s listless appearance with despair, thinking just how true that phrase was.
"By the way, how’s Huo Qinglin’s injury?" Thinking about her tangled relationship with him in her past life, it was almost comical how he seed like a completely different person now, treating her with kindness and care. The irony was palpable.
Yan Ting’s handso face darkened slightly. "You still care about him?"
"I just hope he doesn’t run into trouble because of . Otherwise, your Huo Family would never let off." Banxia smiled bitterly.
"He’s fine, and he won’t tell anyone how he got hurt." Yan Ting reassured her.
"I think he’s ridiculous. He used to feign affection, but now he’s confessing his feelings and even saving my life, acting like so devoted lover." Banxia couldn’t help but bring up the matter.
Yan Ting studied the subtle expressions on her face closely, sensing that Banxia seed to hold a special familiarity with Huo Qinglin.
This feeling left him uneasy—and filled him with jealousy.
"He’s just a fickle man. Don’t think too much about him, alright?" The thought of her secretly appreciating Huo Qinglin’s actions stirred an intense sense of insecurity in Yan Ting. He imdiately voiced his jealousy with a hint of possessiveness.
Banxia nodded obediently, looking sweet and docile. "Don’t worry, I don’t care about him at all."
"Eat your noodles quickly—they won’t taste good when they’re cold." Yan Ting prompted her when he noticed she was chatting away without eating.
Banxia finally lowered her head to seriously eat the noodles. However, halfway through, she lifted her gaze to ask, "Um... Tonight... Will you be leaving?"
Every ti Yan Ting heard her ask this question, sothing inside him burned fervently.
"Tonight, even if I’m forced to flee for my life, I won’t leave!" Yan Ting’s thin lips curled into a wicked grin as he spoke rakishly.
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