The wind in Nancheng already carries the taste of early winter. Even when the sun shines brightly, it still feels a bit chilly.

Fu Yan's spine went numb, her whole body tensed up. It was as if it was muscle memory, she couldn't escape the instinctive reaction to Huo Mingzheng at all, and instinctively wanted to get away from Fu Jinghuai.

"Fu Jing, let me down!"

But she forgot that Fu Jing was an athlete, and he usually paid attention to his body management and often exercised. His physique was something ordinary men couldn't compare to, and his strength was also enormous.

He easily hugged Fu Yan tightly, preventing her from moving.

Then, lowering his head, he said in a gentle voice, "You don't have to be afraid of him."

Facing Huo Mingzheng, Fu Jing's lips curled into a cold smile. "Fu Jing, didn't you forget your own identity?"

Son-in-law of the Huo family.

He is my sister's husband in name only.

A flash of some emotion quickly crossed Fu Jing's eyes. He pursed his lips, his face darkening. "What about you?"

"You can't give her any promises, yet you keep dangling her on like this. Huo Mingzheng, you're not much better than me."

"Noble?" Huo Mingzheng let out a light chuckle, "If you're truly noble, then just hold onto her."

As soon as the words left her mouth, voices could be heard from not far away. It was Huo Jingshu and Old Master Huo talking. They walked over from the corridor by the auditorium, separated by a wall. As their voices grew closer, Fu Yan's heart began to race.

Fu Jing also heard, sensing the tension in the person in his arms.

Reason and emotion are pulling in opposite directions.

The next second, he put Yan on the ground and opened his mouth just about to ask her if she was feeling dizzy.

"Come here." Huo Mingzheng said faintly.

Fu Yan stood still, lifting her head to look at Huo Mingzheng across from her. Her eyes suddenly reddened.

He thought she was still the same as before, obedient to him, doing whatever he said. But didn't he forget? The pride deep in her bones wouldn't allow her to be someone else's substitute.

Once that layer of paper is pierced, how could they possibly return to the way things were?

Before her vision blurred, she took one last deep look at Huo Mingzheng and turned to leave the hall.

And old Master Huo and Huo Jingshu ran into each other.

"Grandpa."

After greeting them, Fu Yan didn't wait for their reply and strode away.

"Hey, you..." Huo Jingxu turned around to chase after him.

Ho Mingzheng said coldly, "Why are you going?"

Huò Jìngshù was scared of him and didn't dare to chase after him anymore. She glanced at Fu Jǐng, whose face wasn't looking too good, and without needing to think, she knew they had just come into contact with each other.

A surge of emotion rose within me, "How is she here?"

The headmaster explained, "Miss Fu comes here often. She brings gifts for the children and plays with them."

"She's thoughtful at least." Old Master Huo softened his expression and walked a few steps forward with his cane.

Huo Jingshu walked over and saw the box on the table. She flipped through it casually, "These are just some worthless little things," she said spitefully, though her eyes betrayed her interest in the cute trinkets.

The dean twitched the corner of his mouth; that remark was too harsh.

The other party is Miss Huo, someone you shouldn't provoke easily.

Huo Mingzheng pulled open a chair and helped Old Master Huo sit down, then took the tea brewed by the staff and placed it on the old man's right hand.

He glanced at Huo Jingshu, who looked disgruntled, his voice lazy, "What did you bring the kids this time?"

Huo Jingshu's face flushed red, looking embarrassed.

Ho Mingzheng spoke calmly but ruthlessly, "Fu Yan earned her money through her own efforts and saved it to help the children at the welfare home. But you, everything you need is provided by the Huo family. You don't expect to create wealth for the Huo family, so what have you done for your family?"

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