Chapter 2 >

es seemed like a still, dead sea, with no ripples or waves. "Alright," she said.His mind was racing with desire, he leaned in to kiss her face, but she deftly dodged him. "Go back and get some rest,"...The Huo family had strict household rules, and there were many etiquette rules for meals. After the formal banquet began, the chatter subsided.

Here, the movement is particularly noticeable.

Some people at the table were already frowning in displeasure.

She immediately covered her mouth and nose, nodding apologetically to the person she was looking at with tears in her eyes.

Then came another wave of nausea.

Fu Yan immediately got up and rushed into the restroom.

Everything I just ate came back up, there's nothing left to vomit, uncontrollable dry heaving, my throat feels tight and my tears won't stop flowing.

The doorknob rattled, and someone came in.

Fu Yan pressed against the washbasin, her heart pounding. Turning back, she saw Song Qing˪ hastily shut the door behind her with a flustered expression.

She was about to speak, but she couldn't help but cover her mouth and gag.

Not until the feeling of nausea passed did she turn on the faucet to wash her hands, glancing at her mother in the mirror whose expression seemed poised between words and silence.

"Aren't you dating someone behind my back"

Fu Yan's ears were ringing, she couldn't hear clearly. "What"

The mother repeated herself, her eyes sharp as if interrogating a criminal.

Fu Yan's hand paused mid-wash, her brows furrowing. "What exactly are you trying to say"

Song Qing˪ stepped forward, grabbed her arm forcefully, and turned her around. She looked her up and down.

She sobbed so hard that her eyes were red, making her small face even paler and more fragile.

"You couldn't be pregnant, could you"

"Mom, what are you talking about" Fu Yan felt irrationally agitated, her voice sharper than usual.

Song Qing˪ looked at her suspiciously.

Realizing her attitude was too harsh, she softened her tone and explained, "I'm not in a relationship, I just have an upset stomach."

Actually, she doesn't know what's wrong with her either.

Before this, it was fine. I could only bear the faint smell of fishy, but now that Song Qing˪ questioned me, I instinctively calculated my menstrual cycle.

It has really been delayed for three days.

Could it be that I'm really pregnant

After her last encounter with Huo Mingzheng, she suddenly received notice of a business trip and couldn't remember if she had taken her medication.

Song Qing˪ didn't know what she was thinking. Hearing her say that, she finally believed, "There is no best."

Just now when I saw Fu Yan's look, I thought she was secretly dating someone else and was about to have a child out of wedlock.

Since there wasn't, she felt relieved.

She pulled out a tissue and wiped the water from Fu Yan's lips, saying earnestly: "You are Mom's only hope, you can't learn those bad things. Whether Mom can live a good life for the rest of her life depends on you."

"The Huo family hasn't mistreated you, your life won't be too bad." Fu Yan took the tissue and wiped herself.

Although the Huo family wasn't particularly fond of the two women, Huo Lao Wu had requested Huo Lao Ye to take care of them before his passing.

Though Master Huo disliked them, he kept his promise and gave Song Qing˪ seven figures in living expenses every year.

This sum of money would last an ordinary family for decades, but Song Qing˪ is a big spender.

Fu Yan gave her a monthly allowance of up to 300,000 yuan, and the rest of the money was kept for year-end use. The Huo family, being such a large clan, needed to grease many palms in order to keep things running smoothly.

"How could that amount of money even cover it I need to buy clothes and bags every month, get beauty treatments, and there are the social gatherings with my wife's circle every now and then. Everything costs money!"

Song Qing˪ began to settle accounts with Fu Yan.

Fu Yan pressed her aching temples, "Your clothes and bag are more than enough. Besides, skip that gathering with the wives' circle. They look down on us anyway, there's no need to be bothered."

"What do you understand" Song Qing˪ said unhappily, "You'll know that being aloof is the most worthless thing in the world after society has worn down your edges. There are just too many connections in the circle of wives."

"By the way, someone introduced me to a young talent this time, and I was just about to tell you."

"You guessed it," Fu Yan impatiently interrupted her, "I've been busy with work lately and haven't had time."

Song Qing˪ didn't care about these excuses, saying to herself: "Although the other party doesn't have the power of the Huo family, they are also well-known in Nancheng. He is their only son, if you marry him..."

"Mom!" Fu Yan again spoke up to interrupt, "I don't want to get married this early."

Song Qing˪ snorted: "So what do you want A woman's ultimate destination is to marry. If you marry a good family, your mother will have face in the Huo family, and she can hold her head high in front of outsiders. You understand the principle that the earlier you marry, the sooner you enjoy happiness, don't you"

Fu Yan didn't understand her logic. Marry young and enjoy happiness

"I have a job, I just graduated two years ago, there will be opportunities for promotion in the future, the salary won't be low, and I can afford you."

Song Qingxiang was furious. "With your measly salary, you can't even afford a decent bag! How are you going to support me You barely even support yourself!"

That settles it. Once the other party confirms a time, you'll meet up.

Song Qing˪ refused to give Yan Jiao any chance to refuse and dragged her away from the restroom.

Fu Yan thought about her delayed period, and didn't see the two people coming towards her.

Old Master Huo was getting up in years and didn't have much of an appetite. He came out for some fresh air, with only his grandson Huo Mingzheng accompanying him.

"What's wrong with Xiao Fu"

Fu Yan's footsteps came to a halt, she lifted her head and looked over.

Mr. Huo, the elder of the Huo family, is 81 years old this year.

The crimson Tang suit made him look even more vigorous, his white hair neatly combed, and one could still faintly see that he was also a heartthrob in his youth.

The men of the Huo family are exceptionally handsome, especially Huo Mingzheng. He and the eldest son of the Fu family are the most coveted bachelors in Nancheng by young ladies.

There's still a saying circulating in Nancheng: "Whether it's Fu or Huo, Huo can't escape."

At first glance, you inevitably see Huo Mingzheng.

He inadvertently raised his eyes to look over, his gaze cold and silent, containing a few points of biting coldness.

This is how he expresses his bad mood.

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

She immediately averted her gaze and looked at the old man. She had been afraid of Old Master Huo since she was little. He doted on his grandchildren, but he was strict and stern with her, his "adopted granddaughter".

A seemingly concerned remark, but in reality, there was no concern at all. It was merely out of obligation to the fifth brother's dying wish.

"Excuse me, grandpa. I had a bad stomach today and disturbed everyone."

The old grandpa glared at her with displeasure, his white beard drooping. "If you were uncomfortable, why didn't you say so earlier Family dinners aren't mandatory anyway."

The old man was just short of saying she wasn't really a member of the Huo family.

Fu Yan clenched her fingers and unconsciously bit down on her teeth. This kind of words, spoken in public, would embarrass her to no end, let alone with Huo Mingzheng facing her.

She didn't want to lose face in front of him. She was both embarrassed and ashamed, her cheeks flushing red with shame.

Just as she was about to speak, Song Qing˪'s face flushed with embarrassment. She tugged at Fu Yan's sleeve, signaling her not to say the wrong thing.

At this time, Huo Mingzheng chuckled softly, "Grandpa, why waste time with unimportant people I'll accompany you for a walk."

"Hmm." The old man suppressed his displeasure and walked forward.

huo Mingzheng did not stop for a moment as he passed by Fu Yan, his sleeve brushing past her silently.arp and three-dimensional.Across several meters, Fu Yan's heart pounded. Her mind was filled with the image of her ultrasound earlier that morning in bed.She whispered, "I don't.""You ask her, of cour...