Chapter 180

ou couldn't even make out a person's face clearly.But she recognized Shen Wei at once. He was wearing the same style she had worn a few days ago, so it was easy to tell.At this moment, Shen Wei darted...Perhaps it was Fu Yan's illusion, she seemed to see something like anger on Huo Mingzheng's face, but in an instant, there was only indifference left.

It must have just been her imagination.

"Your book" Huo Mingzheng's eyes darkened.

Fu Yan picked up the bookmark, "This is mine. I just looked at it, and the notes in this book are also in my handwriting. How did it end up with you"

The man's hand holding the pen paused, without a trace.

He looked away and signed the document, "The books were moved from the old house, my study to be precise. Did you leave them in my study"

Fu Yan thought about it, that must have been when she was in high school. Seven or eight years had passed, and some memories were already blurry, but she remembered she did go to Huo Mingzheng's study.

More than once.

Song Qingshuang often bothered her study, either asking if her new clothes and jewelry were nice or calling non-stop, and even inviting people to the courtyard to play mahjong.

At that time, Uncle Huo had already passed away for a year. She was ostracized in the Huo family and couldn't find a quiet place to study.

She remembered it was the first semester of her sophomore year, when Nancheng had already entered a deep winter.

She was alone in the gazebo doing her homework, holding a hot pack in her arms. She would write some homework and then hug the hot pack for a while. It was just a drop in the bucket though, because it was melting day and the coldest time of the day.

To avoid being disturbed, she specially found a secluded place, which was very quiet.

The sound of her shoes crushing the snow was crisp, and she instinctively looked up. In the expanse of white snow, Huo Mingzheng shook the snowflakes off his shoulders that had blown down from the branches.

A man looked over nonchalantly, his back against a blanket of white snow. His crow-blue coat and ink-black eyes were striking.

Her heart began to beat faster.

As Ji Lin analyzed, she did like Huo Mingzheng. Every time they met, her heart would flutter. She didn't know if she was hiding it well enough, so every time she saw him, she just lowered her head.

"Why aren't you inside on such a cold day" He walked into the pavilion, as if asking casually.

She took off her gloves and shook them on the pole. The snow melted onto the ground, spreading in watery streaks.

She gasped to cover her nervousness, scribbling randomly through the multiple choice questions. “Here... it’s quiet.”

The man seemed to chuckle, standing two meters away from her. He lowered his head and with one hand gathered the flames, lighting a cigarette. She stole a glance at him, her heart beating faster.

That year she was sixteen and Huo Mingzheng was twenty-one.

He left the military academy temporarily to study finance. In just a year and a half, he returned from abroad after completing his studies and began to get involved in family business at that time.

He is a man who is steadily maturing.

He seemed to have just passed by, glanced at her, took a cigarette and lit it. Yan paid no attention, her head down staring at the exam paper, unable to read a single word.

"Did your mother have people over to the garden again today to play mahjong"

Fu Yan didn't know where he had heard it from, she nodded.

"If you find it too noisy later, go to my study to learn."

She was stunned, took a sniffle, her nose red from the cold. After sneezing, her eyes were glistening as she looked at him, a mix of timidity and suppressed excitement in her gaze.

The man dropped a sentence, throwing a key at her.

"The key to my study, no one will stop you."

She held the key he had given her and went to the study. Sure enough, no one stopped her.

Because Huo Mingzheng's study was usually tidied up personally by Cao Fang and Cao Yuan, no servants were allowed near it, so naturally, no one paid attention to her.

And she didn't know that Huo Mingzheng's study was so warm.e," Huo Mingzheng said, holding a spoon in his hand with no emotion in his eyes. "Xiao Qin will take care of me."It was like a basin of cold water splashing onto her face. Fu Yan's heart clenched abru...