He said in a cold, mocking tone, "Aren't you all about catering to my every whim?"

"Besides apologizing." Fu Yan wouldn't budge an inch.

She looked out the window, trying hard to calm down. Huo Mingzheng raised his eyes and glanced over her reddened eyes, his gaze deep, “I can only apologize.”

" Huo Mingzheng, you're being too much!" She couldn't bear it any longer, though she tried to restrain herself, her body trembled uncontrollably, like a hedgehog bristling with spines.

Huo Mingzheng narrowed his eyes, "What about that obedient feeling from last night?"

Fu Yan seemed to be doused with a basin of cold water.

Yes.

She had gone all in, determined to use Huo Mingzheng to seek revenge on Shen Wei. If she angered him, it would be detrimental to her.

I refuse! She's not apologizing to Shen Wei.

>One more traffic light and you'll reach a fork in the road. One way leads to the old district where Fu Yan company is located, and the other leads to the new district where the Huo family resides.

It seemed as if this moment was destined for her to make a choice.

She endured the humiliation, her fingers turning white from gripping too tightly, eyes red-rimmed. She finally got past that mental hurdle and said, "Mr. Huo, please let me off before, it's out of your way."

Huo Mingzheng leaned back against the chair, his right hand casually resting on the armrest. His deep eyes held a chill, "Aren't you going to Huo Corporation?"

Just remembered I forgot to bring the materials.

A sneer escaped the man's throat. "You don't seem to value this cooperation at all. It seems that Mr. Fu's sincerity isn't as great as advertised. I seriously doubt your business acumen."

Fu Yan suddenly looked at him. The man calmly rubbed the jade ring on his left thumb.

He was threatening her, using the cooperation as leverage.

It wasn't like that that day. When he woke up at his estate, he even explained that the cooperation and what happened that night were unrelated. It was just a rare moment of tenderness from him towards her.

Now the illusion has been torn to shreds by his own hands.

Ho Mingzheng's imposing aura pressed down, each word drawn out, "I ask you again, is it on your way?"

Her heart pounded so fast it felt like she couldn't breathe, her vision blurring with the sight of the man's cold, distant face.

"Out of the way," she said, her heart feeling hollow.

"Cao Yuan, did you hear that?"

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

The car drove along the original route, heading straight for the Ho Group.

The car stopped in front of the Ho residence. Cao Yuan got out and opened the rear door. Huo Mingzheng just got out, his peripheral vision swept to the other side, where a long black sedan was parked behind his car.

The body is spotless, sleek and black. Many rare and special license plates in the southern city belong to the Huo family, and this car is one of them.

A dark shadow spread across Huo Mingzheng's eyes.

Mr. Huo, the elderly patriarch, stepped out of the car with assistance from his personal aide. He used a cane for support, while his other hand held a string of red sandalwood prayer beads. He wore a blue cloud-patterned Tang suit, which further accentuated his vigor and vitality.

"Grandfather," Huo Mingzheng stepped forward, taking over from the life assistant to support the elderly grandfather, his tall figure accommodating the old man, "How did you come here?"

“Getting older, I can’t sleep well. I was just going to the hospital to see Xiaowei. I came over to the Huo family first while I still had energy. I didn't expect you to be here too.”

The old man took a step, stopped, and saw Fu Yan get out of Huo Mingzheng's car.

When Fu Yan saw Old Master Huo, her heart pounded like a drum.

She lowered her head and stood obediently by the car, "Grandpa."

"Hmm."

Old Master Huo's eyes, weathered by time, bore down on her with an imposing presence, "How did you get here?"

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