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Jian Yunong bit her lip, unable to hide her worry on her face. "What should we do?"
Huo Jincheng smiled lightly. "Worried about so much? Your aunt is from the Public Relations Department. How could she not have a way to handle this kind of situation?"
It sounded reasonable.
However, Jian Yunong still had to worry.
...
"What happened with the reporter?"
In the next room, Mist Shenshen looked at the man sitting across from her. Ji Shaoli took a small sip of red wine, his dark eyes gazing at the woman with a hint of cunning. "Wasn't it you who called him over?"
Ji Shaoli stood up, placing his hands on either side of Mist Shenshen, trapping her in the chair. He lightly bit her lips stained with wine. "Shouldn't we be discovered in a different position?"
His lips gradually moved downward, but Mist Shenshen leaned back, her evasive action surprising Ji Shaoli.
Mist Shenshen's eyes were cold, lacking the dazed innocence from earlier when she was drunk. "I regret it. Ji Shaoli, I still think it's better for us to forget each other. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come to find you today, nor should I have called the reporter over. I can find someone to distract him."
After all, it was possible that Huo Jincheng and her foodie niece were staying next door.
Huo Jincheng wasn't so bored as to stay in a hotel; Mist Shenshen suspected it might be related to Jian Yunong. Thinking about how much she cared for him made Mist Shenshen feel that getting entangled with Ji Shaoli again was simply absurd.
The handsome and noble features of Ji Shaoli gradually turned cold.
"What do you mean?"
His voice was icy.
Mist Shenshen exhaled with the scent of wine. "It's exactly what you see. I don't want to play anymore. Ji Shaoli, I originally wanted to get back at you. But now that I think about it, it's quite meaningless. In the past, I took these romantic feelings too seriously and enjoyed playing emotional games. But now it's different; I like money. Especially money that I earn myself."
Ji Shaoli raised his hand to caress her cheek. Mist Shenshen actually had a pair of adorable dog-like eyes, very cute, but now she insisted on transforming herself into one of those polished and perfect "white-collar elites" in the workplace, even applying alluring, elongated eyeliner to her dog-like eyes.
Strange yet enchanting.
"Just right, I have a lot of money."
"I don't want to say the same thing twice. I like the money I earn myself." Mist Shenshen curled her lips into a mocking smile. "Most of your money probably came from your ex-wife, right? It's really a pity for you; you should save that selling-your-body money for yourself. Buy some kidney tonics; they’re good for your health."
After being sharp-tongued, Mist Shenshen stood up from the chair, her high heels firmly clicking against the floor. If she weren't familiar to them, one might not even notice that she was actually drunk.
"Always wanting to relive old dreams; there aren't that many old dreams to revisit." Mist Shenshen chuckled lightly.
Ji Shaoli gloomily pulled her back, causing Mist Shenshen to stumble and fall onto the bed.
"Weren't you the one who rejected me back then? Hmm?" Ji Shaoli's eyes were red. Mist Shenshen tilted her head. "Yeah. Actually, there are many things you don't know, not just this one. Ji Shaoli, I was pregnant with your child..."
Ji Shaoli's pupils suddenly dilated. The smile on Mist Shenshen's lips deepened, but her eyes were filled with uncontainable sadness. "I didn't give birth to it. How could I let that bastard be born!"
"Mist Shenshen!" Ji Shaoli's hand tightened around her neck, his heavy breaths hitting her face. The mask of this man was finally torn away by her.
Mist Shenshen's neck hurt; he was choking her to the point where she could hardly breathe, yet her flushed face still bore a cool smile. "Why would I have a child for the man who raped me! You made me the mistress; you deceived me and turned around to marry someone else. My father was nearly driven to death by my anger!"
Tears streamed down in large drops, landing on Ji Shaoli's hand like burning pain piercing his heart.
"I'm sorry."
Aside from this phrase, Ji Shaoli didn't know what else to say.
He had forced her to be with him but failed to provide her with a future.
Three years late for their reunion, he came to make amends for her.
But Mist Shenshen remained unyielding, leaving him helpless...
"Shenshen..."
"Shenshen..."
"I'm free now. Let's get married."
Ji Shaoli buried his head in the crook of her neck, his breath brushing against her skin like a helpless child. Mist Shenshen closed her eyes; she felt so tired.
The thought of marriage had been severed three years ago.
...
"What should we do?" Jian Yunong lay in Huo Jincheng's arms, still pondering this question.
Huo Jincheng smiled faintly; with her gluttonous mind, what could she possibly think of?
"Kiss me."
"Huh?"
Seeing the slight curve of the man's lips, Jian Yunong quietly leaned in and quickly gave him a kiss.
"Put your clothes on. We're going home."
Huo Jincheng got out of bed and handed Jian Yunong her clothes. "Since it's already made the news, let's continue being the shield and make headlines."
Jian Yunong hesitated, her small face revealing uncertainty. She didn't really want to be famous and glanced at Huo Jincheng, especially not wanting to make headlines with this man.
"Look at what you're saying, making headlines is just like going out to buy groceries. Seems like you have a lot of experience," Jian Yunong said as she took her clothes and went into the bathroom to change. The mirror reflected a resentful face, and when Jian Yunong saw it, she silently wondered why it looked so much like jealousy.
Huo Jincheng quietly appeared in the mirror. "Jealous?"
Jian Yunong was startled and raised her hand to cover her chest. "I'm changing clothes! What are you doing in here?"
"We're husband and wife; we've done things more intimate than this, okay?" Huo Jincheng said as he hugged her from behind. "Let's not bring up the past anymore, alright?"
The last "alright" was actually a firm affirmation.
Jian Yunong nodded seriously.
"Then I don't want to make headlines either."
"Don't want to go to bed, don't want to make headlines? What do you want, to go to heaven?" Huo Jincheng's tone was cool.
Jian Yunong nodded. "That sounds pretty good."
Huo Jincheng pinched her waist, trapping her. Seeing that she was about to lose control again, Jian Yunong took the initiative to speak. "Let's go back. Home, can we go home?"
Huo Jincheng quite liked the word "home," especially when it came from Jian Yunong's lips.
He kissed her lips, and his tone gradually warmed up. "Will you behave when we get home?"
"Mm!"
Jian Yunong nodded vigorously.
Huo Jincheng's mood was obviously much better.
As the two of them exited the hotel, a group of reporters immediately swarmed around them. Jian Yunong was tightly held in Huo Jincheng's embrace, making it impossible for outsiders to capture her appearance.
The hotel security escorted them, allowing the two to successfully shake off the reporters.
"That was scary!"
Jian Yunong let out a sigh of relief; thankfully, Huo Jincheng was there. She felt like she was about to suffocate just moments ago.
"As Mrs. Huo, you’d better get used to these things," Huo Jincheng said casually as he started the car.
Jian Yunong cautiously glanced at him, her small face showing a hint of vulnerability. Huo Jincheng's tone softened a bit; after all, she wasn't someone like Bai Ru, who had lived under the spotlight since childhood.
"I will protect you. If you don't like it, I will try my best not to take you to such occasions."
Jian Yunong remained silent, half of her face hidden in the shadows, looking quite frightened.
As soon as they returned home, the phone rang from the Huo Family Old Residence.
"Where are you? Who did you go to the hotel with earlier?"
It was the old man calling, clearly furious. The gossip spread quickly; it was evident that he had been keeping someone on watch regarding his movements.
Huo Jincheng pulled Jian Yunong closer, preventing her from leaving, while wearing a charming smile as he answered the old man's call. "I'm at home now. Old man, are you really that worried about me? I'm already married; if I go to a hotel, it must be with my little Daughter-in-law!"
Jian Yunong blushed suddenly as he kissed her heavily on the lips.
"Hmm? Don't believe me? Should I have her tell you herself?"
The phone suddenly pressed against Jian Yunong's ear.
She was about to cry, realizing how embarrassing this was. If she had just stayed at the hotel earlier, maybe none of this would have happened.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa. It was me; I was the one who dragged him to the hotel."
Prepared for a fierce scolding, Jian Yunong was so scared she felt like a quail.
Old Master Huo could be terrifying when he got angry. She still remembered the last time he had beaten Huo Jincheng to that extent.
"Oh... I see... It's fine, it's fine. Young people get tired and need to rest in a room. As long as he didn't bully you, it's all good. No worries, get some rest. Hurry up and give me a great-grandchild."
The old man laughed heartily, and Jian Yunong's face was almost as red as a tomato.
"What did Grandpa say to you just now?"
"He didn't say anything."
Jian Yunong just wanted to go upstairs now.
Noticing her desire to escape, Huo Jincheng trapped her, "Don't forget what you said to me at the hotel, okay?"
His kiss descended, gently nibbling on her, sending a tingling sensation crawling up her skin like it had grown antennae.
"Shall we have a couple of drinks?"
Huo Jincheng looked at her, "Are you really going to use alcohol to muster your courage?"
"No." Jian Yunong's palms were sweaty. She did want alcohol for courage, but she couldn't say it outright.
If you speak too directly, it might anger Huo Jincheng. She smiled, "Isn't this how it's portrayed on TV? The atmosphere, the romance, and all that."
Huo Jincheng raised an eyebrow, clearly accepting her explanation.
Jian Yunong actually had a low tolerance for alcohol; after just one drink, she felt completely dizzy.
When she was carried to the bed, she still had a hint of clarity.
"Huo Jincheng... do we really have to have a child?"
"Yes."
Huo Jincheng's eyes darkened slightly as his large hand peeled away her clothing. This time, Jian Yunong showed no signs of fear. A charming smile lingered on her lips.
Huo Jincheng couldn't help but kiss her again and again, as if there was fine wine there.
Even though there was no wine in her dimples, he was intoxicated by her enchanting fragrance.
He didn't dislike Jian Yunong; in fact, he liked her very much... especially her body.
The next morning, Jian Yunong slowly woke up to find Huo Jincheng already dressed, standing by the bed like a gentleman. This man clearly seemed satisfied with her performance from the night before, exuding an air of fulfillment and charm.
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