Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Darling, don’t be silly. It’s all fate between you and me. I love you and it only means that I will be spending the rest of my life with a woman I don’t love if you never appeared. I know you are a kind woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone our child,” he said softly as he wiped her tears away gently.
Qiu Ran’s death was unexpected even for Huo Zhenning. He never thought she would leave the world in such a manner.
To be honest, they had never contacted each other ever since they divorced.
He might be a man of steel but his heart was not made out of iron. It was heart-wrenching as he reminisced the days with Qiu Ran.
“Dear, I’m okay—really. Yunting is still young after all. I can understand Yunting’s motive of standing up for his mother,” she muttered, leaning against Huo Zhenning’s shoulder.
Her husband tapped her back a few times, “Well, take a good rest. You need to be prepared—since the incident might lead to something worse.”
“Alright. I could stay at home for the time being. I love to, anyway, with you!”
Let’s be honest. After what Huo Yunting said to her, she never had the courage to head out anymore.
The scene of Huo Yunting’s rampage looped in her head. It was too terrifying. Hell knows what that horrible man would do to her.
Qiu Ran’s death was an undeniable truth, however, that it would be only a matter of time till Huo Yunting moved on.
Thank God. Thank Goddess of Mercy. They are helping me. Soon, Yunting will forget and just accept things as they are supposed to be!
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When Lu Zhaoyang exited their private plane, there was one moment she actually considered returning to the bungalow with Huo Yunting.
He did not look alright at all. He had not spoken a word for hours and he remained still like a statue.
She would like to offer herself but Huo Yunting stopped her. He then pointed at Huo Li, gesturing him to send her back to her apartment.
Unlike the time when he was possessive and all, he was cold.
For some reason, Lu Zhaoyang felt foreign and found this Huo Yunting crueler than how he acted before.
She thought she understood him, as she interpreted his gestures as a form of saying, “I need some time alone. Catch you later,” which in reality was quite the contrary.
The second morning when she returned to Ge Yu, the bodyguard employed by Huo Yunting was no longer there.
She could not believe that she felt unfamiliar without that unnecessary prop in her office.
She occupied herself with tons of work throughout the entire morning. Although at times she could not help but wonder if Huo Yunting was doing fine.
I can’t be like this—What’s wrong with you, Lu Zhaoyang? Okay, you know what, I’ll visit him after work.
I mean I have 2 hours for lunch—more than enough time to sneak out and pay a visit to Thunderbolt Corp.
Lu Zhaoyang left the office at about 11.30 a.m., “For lunch,” she said to the colleagues she encountered.
The moment she arrived by Thunderbolt Corp., Lin Yazhi was surprised by her unexpected visit again. “I’m sorry but the President is having a meeting at the time being.”
“That’s fine.” She then headed to his office directly. Well, she was the “sister” of Huo Yunting after all. She reserved all the rights to barge into his office as she would akin to Mo Shan.
She took out her lunchbox and placed it on the table before sitting down on the sofa.
The president, similar to Zhaoyang, was not in the mood to work at all. He tried distracting himself. It was supposed to be a simple project that could be settled in a few words but he just had to drag it on for 2 hours straight.
He readjusted his tie before entering his office.
When he pushed the door open, Lu Zhaoyang bolted up from the sofa in courteous stance. The man glanced at the dishes on the table, his eyes partially closed as he walked to his desk, “Such hospitality. Only a villain will do that all of a sudden. What can I help you with today?”
Lu Zhaoyang flinched at his words yet she forced a smile, “Just a normal lunch date. Wonder if the president would do me the honor.”
“What kind of honor do you think you have here? What do you think you are?” He sat against his throne, his eyes pierced Zhaoyang with disdain, snorted, “Take your trash and get out!”
The girl was wounded, although she knew it was what she deserved. She had no rights to say anything further.
At least he got to express his rage. He’ll be probably feeling better this way.
Thought Zhaoyang.