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"Continue!"
Huo Jincheng coldly lifted his lips.
Everyone felt a chill spreading in the conference room.
That night, Jian Yunong took a private plane back to Nancheng.
Mist Shenshen visited Huo Jincheng's Private Residence for the first time and came to two conclusions after a tour: Rich! Really rich!
"You two aren't sleeping in separate rooms, are you?"
Mist Shenshen, being perceptive, noticed something was off after just one round.
"That's normal, right? I'm pregnant."
Jian Yunong thought to herself that they had only shared a room once; aside from that, they were practically strangers. How could they be close enough to sleep in the same bed!
"That's not good; you're pregnant. You need him to take care of you."
"What? Auntie, do you dare say that in front of Huo Jincheng again?"
Mist Shenshen's eyes darted around awkwardly; she really didn't dare to assert that in front of Huo Jincheng.
But she still dared to assert it in front of Jian Yunong, playfully tapping Jian Yunong on the head. "You're a woman; you don't need to use power and status to command him to do anything for you. You have a weapon, and that's being cute. It's a woman's talent; you need to learn how to use it."
Being cute? Jian Yunong thought of Huo Jincheng's icy face without a smile when facing her and couldn't help but feel a chill down her back.
"I can take care of myself! Look at me; being pregnant feels just like not being pregnant at all. I'm bouncing around with no discomfort whatsoever!" Jian Yunong laughed foolishly, trying to change the subject.
It was eleven o'clock at night.
The sound of a car came from the courtyard.
Through the floor-to-ceiling curtains, she could see the imposing Knight Seventeen entering the garage.
Huo Jincheng was back.
Jian Yunong quickly changed from a lying position to sitting up, accidentally spilling chips all over the floor. She hurriedly scrambled to clean up, and when she looked up to greet him, she only saw Huo Jincheng's back.
His tall figure disappeared around the corner of the spiral staircase.
Jian Yunong took small steps to catch up, "I have something I need your help with."
"It's too late; you should be sleeping at this hour."
Huo Jincheng said without turning his head.
"I know it's late, but you just got back!" Jian Yunong muttered softly. Her delicate voice sounded a bit like a pout.
Huo Jincheng's tone softened, "You don't have to wait for me."
He pushed open the door to his room, and Jian Yunong followed him inside. He turned to the other side of the bedroom, "I've been very busy lately; I'm just back to change clothes."
Jian Yunong had already leaned against the wall, but upon hearing that he was going out again, she anxiously followed him.
Just in time, she saw Huo Jincheng had already taken off his shirt, revealing his strong masculine muscles. She could even see his alluring V-line leading down into his loose black suit pants.
At that moment, she remembered that this was the dressing room.
"What is it?" Huo Jincheng asked casually as he pulled out a new shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. He then picked out a watch from the lower cabinet and casually fastened it on his wrist before slowly buttoning up his shirt.
"Forget it, don't you have something to do? You go ahead and take care of it!"
Jian Yunong turned to leave.
After taking a couple of steps, someone grabbed her wrist from behind.
Jian Yunong was turned around.
Huo Jincheng frowned at her, "What exactly is going on?"
"It's not important."
He had only buttoned the bottom button of his shirt, exposing a large expanse of muscle right in front of her. The strong impact hit her face.
Jian Yunong didn't know where to look, finally daring to focus on her toes.
"You're lying!" Huo Jincheng snorted coldly, "If you weren't anxious, why would you keep following me?"
Usually, Jian Yunong would want to run far away upon seeing him, avoiding him like the plague.
This was practically Huo San Shao's greatest shame: marrying a wife who was afraid of him.
Being so hesitant was not Jian Yunong's style. But was this really the right time to discuss such matters?
Jian Yunong timidly raised her eyes, "Then you should put your clothes on first."
Huo Jincheng felt like he was about to choke on his own blood, his gaze deeply locked onto Jian Yunong.
"Alright."
He lazily responded, leaning against the wall, a wicked smile slowly curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Then you come and button it."
"Ah?"
"Don't you need something from me? Is this all the sincerity you have?"
Jian Yunong steeled herself and raised her hand, trying to be gentle, not wanting to touch him. But his intense gaze was burning, his breath hovering just above her head, and Jian Yunong's hand began to betray her.
After several attempts, she finally managed to fasten one button completely.
As she moved higher, her gaze landed on his masculine Adam's apple, and Jian Yunong's hand felt as if it had become slippery with oil, making it impossible to continue.
A sigh escaped the man's lips, seemingly helpless.
"I'll do it."
Huo Jincheng truly lacked the patience for this.
"No need, I can do it," Jian Yunong insisted firmly.
Their hands unexpectedly brushed against each other. His fingertips were warm, and when they touched the back of her hand, he frowned slightly.
"Why are your hands so cold?"
He took her hand into his palm, the dry warmth transmitting through her skin. Jian Yunong's heart suddenly raced uncontrollably; she instinctively pulled away and turned her back to him.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
"I was the one being rude. In your eyes, I'm just a beast."
Huo Jincheng looked at her resistant expression, his tone revealing no anger or joy.
A rustling sound came from behind. When Jian Yunong turned around, he had already changed into his suit jacket.
"Get some rest."
He picked up the phone on the table, seemingly preparing to leave.
Jian Yunong hurriedly grabbed his arm, causing Huo Jincheng to stop in his tracks, his gaze falling on their intertwined hands. This time, it was her first initiative to touch him.
"Is there something you need?"
Huo Jincheng raised an eyebrow in annoyance, pulling his hand away from hers and glancing at his watch.
He clearly appeared to be in a hurry.
Jian Yunong knew she couldn't hold him back any longer; if she missed this opportunity, she didn't know when she would see him again.
She had to fulfill her mother's last wish!
Resolute, Jian Yunong reached up to touch his collar, using her palm against his solid chest for leverage as she leaned in closer.
Huo Jincheng was suddenly enveloped by a sweet, youthful fragrance that filled his senses. Instinctively, he lifted his head, and her soft, warm lips brushed against the corner of his mouth. It felt like a feather gliding over his skin, sending an indescribable current coursing through him.
This feeling lasted only a moment; Jian Yunong quickly withdrew from his embrace, stepping back two paces to create distance between them.
"Give me one minute. I just need one minute."
Jian Yunong's heart raced as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
Huo Jincheng raised an eyebrow in surprise and simply said, "Speak."
"Thank you for your help with the Jian Family matters. But they are still my family."
Huo Jincheng frowned slightly, and upon seeing his expression, Jian Yunong knew things were going to go badly.
Sure enough, Huo Jincheng sneered, the corners of his eyes carrying a dangerous glint. "So you think I'm meddling?"
"No, it's not that. The Jian Family isn't worth your effort. They asked me that if you could show mercy, my mother could be buried with my father. They want my mom to enter the Jian Family ancestral grave."
Jian Yunong instinctively bit her lip, her beautiful lower lip turning red from the pressure, looking as ripe as a peach.
Huo Jincheng raised his hand to hold her chin.
Jian Yunong's body rejected the contact, but when she met his deep gaze, she suppressed the urge to pull away.
His fingertips rested on her lips, and with his thin lips slightly parted, he commanded, "Let go."
Jian Yunong complied obediently, releasing her grip on her lower lip. A slight pain spread through her lips afterward but was eased by Huo Jincheng's gentle caress. Her entire body tensed up, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.
Huo Jincheng made no further moves; he simply patted Jian Yunong's head lightly. The gesture carried a hint of affection that neither of them noticed.
"The Jian Family came to plead for you?"
"…"
Easily seen through, Jian Yunong remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
Huo Jincheng chuckled lightly, "The land for the ancestral grave is already in my hands. You can bury your Mother-in-law wherever you want."
Jian Yunong widened her eyes in surprise, at that moment, Huo Jincheng seemed incredibly handsome in her eyes!
"You've already secured the land for the ancestral grave?"
The Jian Family was truly ridiculous, having fallen so low as to sell the land of their ancestors! However, it wasn't surprising that a group of ungrateful people would do such a thing!
"Yeah."
Huo Jincheng's response was almost a grunt from his nose, filled with a lazy tone; there was nothing to doubt about this matter. He had plenty of ways to deal with those people from the Jian Family.
A brilliant smile blossomed on Jian Yunong's bright face as she sincerely thanked Huo Jincheng, "Thank you, thank you!"
Happiness came suddenly.
The thing that had been troubling her all along was quietly resolved by Huo Jincheng without her knowing.
A warm, moist feeling gradually spread, and mist filled her clear eyes like a wet little puppy.
"How should I thank you?"
She asked while wiping her tears.
"Huo Jincheng, you can ask me to do anything!"
Huo Jincheng gazed at the silly girl before him, who was both crying and laughing. It felt as if a gentle evening breeze had blown into a certain part of his heart, lazy and fulfilling.
"Anything?"
"Yes!"
Huo Jincheng's lips curled into an ambiguous smile, his voice low, "Kiss me."
Jian Yunong was stunned.
"Forget it."
Huo Jincheng had just said it casually, teasing her a bit. There wasn't much time; he was in a hurry to go out.
"Get some rest early."
The driver was still waiting at the door.
As Huo Jincheng stepped out of the house, a series of footsteps came from behind.
"Wait."
Jian Yunong chased after him.
Huo Jincheng had already stepped down the stairs when he heard her voice and turned around. Jian Yunong had already rushed out the door, standing on the steps, directly pulling on his tie.
With a slight tug on his wrist, as the tie drew him closer, Huo Jincheng was forced to lean down, and Jian Yunong had already pressed her soft lips against his.
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