Fu Yan gripped the doorknob tightly.

Huomingzheng unconsciously took a step forward, but stopped when Fu Yan frowned.

She is resisting him.

She wasn't blaming him, but rather she was self-reproaching and saddened.

But this was even more tormenting for him than blaming him.

Fu Hanlin strode towards her, "How is Ji Lin?"

He said he was tired and wanted to sleep. Fu Yan's mood was heavy.

She knows Ji Lin definitely won't be able to sleep tonight.

Not being able to participate in competitions means that a professional career has reached a turning point.

While Ji Lin was focused only on winning the Olympic gold medal, he had waited four years for this one match.

He once said that he would retire after winning a Grand Slam and help Ji Qing share the burden of the company.

Now, all that stands between me and a Grand Slam is an Olympic gold medal.

But I could only watch helplessly as the opportunity slipped away.

This kind of regret, may affect him for his whole life.

No, it's not possible, it's certain.

Thinking of this, Fu Yan's heart ached even more.

Fu Hanlin hummed in response, he naturally thought of it too, but he didn't point it out. Instead, he asked Fu Yan, "Shall I send you back?"

Fu Yan subconsciously opened her mouth: “No need, Sister Ji Qing is going home later, and I’ll go with her.”

Her one word rejected two men.

The subconscious response was because the answer had been lingering on her lips, waiting for him to ask it.

Fu Hanlin said softly, "Good."

Fu Yan didn't look at Huo Mingzheng, she walked past Fu Hanlin to find Ji Qing.

Suddenly a hand clasped her wrist, "Yan Yan."

His voice was low and raspy, clearly holding back a surge of emotion.

Fu Yan's whole heart was tensed.

A car key was placed in her palm. "Cao Yuan drove your car back for you,"

Fu Yan retracted her fingers, gave a soft hum, and walked out of Qin Heng's office to find Ji Qing.

Huo Mingzheng watched her walk away, then retracted his gaze.

Cao Fang discovered that Fu Hanlin still had no intention of leaving.

He scowled and glanced over, then remembered that Fu Hanlin had a grandfather in the hospital, and Mr. Huo's grandfather...

Nowadays everyone is so competitive, even sick grandfathers have to push themselves.

Mr. Huo is unfortunate because he has a grandfather who doesn't care about his happiness.

If Old Master Huo could be like Old Master Fu, why would Mr. Huo and Miss Fu's relationship have come to this?

Huo Mingzheng glanced at Fu Hanlin and left the hospital with his people.

......

Fu Yan walked to the office door and knocked. Unexpectedly, the door wasn't closed, but ajar. As soon as she knocked, the door swung open.

Ji Qing stood by the window, she tilted her head slightly, a cigarette between her lips.

And Qin Heng held a lighter in his hand, lit it, and offered it to Ji Qing's face.

This painting lacks any overt sensuality, yet it exudes an indescribable air of ambiguity.

Fu Yan unconsciously took a step back, wanting to shut the door.

"Xiao Yan, come in," Qi Qing's voice came.

Fu Yan pushed open the door and went in. Ji Qing's cigarette was already lit, she took a puff and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Are you here to see me or Dr. Qin?"

Qin Heng sat in his office chair and put the lighter back into the drawer.

Upon hearing this, his brows furrowed. It was Qin the Dean again.

"Find both you and Doctor Qin."

(Editor in charge:novel ai)