"What a weird fetish!" someone scoffed and walked away.

Until a college-aged man carrying a glass of wine approached Fu Yan, "Little sister, you look very much like someone from my hometown."

This kind of opening line, Fu Yan had heard too many times, it was very clichéd.

She ignored him, and he wasn't upset. "I'm from Guangcheng, what about you?"

Her eyes fluttered.

Just then, Huo Mingzheng, who was drunk and unable to stand, directly pulled Fu Yan into his arms. While leaning most of his body against her, he also held her tightly in his embrace.

He didn't say a word, just silently enveloped her.

Fu Yan didn't look at the boy's face, she supported Huo Mingzheng and walked out.

She opened the back car door and pushed Huo Mingzheng into it.

One of his long legs was still outside the car. Fu Yan couldn't bear it anymore, raised her foot and kicked his long leg into the car, slamming the door shut with a bang.

A man groaned in the compartment.

Fu Yan bypassed the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Ho Mingzheng leaned back in the rear seat, his whole body slumped over. He had loosened two shirt buttons and pulled his tie loose, holding it tightly in his hand.

She recognized it, that was what she had given him.

He tightened his tie, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

She retracted her gaze impassively and drove the car out of Nandu's campus.

She couldn't possibly send Huo Mingzheng back to the Huo Family Manor, so she could only send him to a prestigious residence in Jinling.

Suddenly, the drunk man in the back seat whispered, "Go to Jing Sheng Garden."

Fu Yan gripped the steering wheel. Jing Sheng Garden, that was the name of the neighborhood where her old apartment was located.

At that time, she had fled from Nancheng and had already asked Ji Lin to return the house.

Is Huo Mingzheng really drunk or just pretending to be confused?

She was too lazy to ask any further and continued driving towards the Jinling Mansion.

Ahead there is a traffic light, and the cars have stopped.

Suddenly a warm hand landed on her arm, and hot breath brushed her ear, "This isn't the way to Jing Sheng Garden."

Fu Yan's hand felt as if it had been burned. She turned her head to glance at the man, who had leaned back against the chair again.

He said flatly, "I've returned the house."

"You keep yours, and I'll keep mine."

This is such a domineering statement. Fu Yan didn't want to argue with a drunkard, anyway, she wouldn't be able to win.

The green light flickered, and Fu Yan was about to release the brake. Huo Mingzheng leaned back in his seat and repeated softly, "I'm going to Jingsheng Garden."

Her nostrils filled with a stinging sensation. She rolled down the car window, let out a hum, and as she drove towards Jing Sheng Garden, she called Cao Fang again.

This time, the phone went through.

"Miss...,"

Fu Yan opened straight to the point, "You're going to Jing Sheng Garden now and pick up Huo Mingzheng."

Cao Fang was stunned, but Fu Yan didn't say much and hung up the phone.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in the backseat spoke slowly, "Why haven't you been to Wang Ji these days?"

Fu Yan bit her lip.

She has been working overtime these days, even on weekends, reviewing materials for the bidding project. She hasn't even thought about having congee.

How did Huo Mingzheng know she wouldn't go?

Fu Yan gazed at the towering streetlights in the distance. The road ahead was clear, yet an indescribable sense of loneliness washed over her.

A sour and bitter feeling crept up her heart.

Does he go there every day?

(Editor in charge:howl's moving castle novel)