Chapter 53

ppearances, a commercial marriage of convenience.The woman he cared about most and was willing to wait for was Li Qin.Ho Mingzheng seemed to chuckle softly, "Indeed it's been a long time. Among the pe...Qin Heng had been racking his brains all morning after drawing blood from Fu Yan, finally unable to contain his questions by the afternoon. He drove to Huo Mingzheng's private manor.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Huo Mingzheng sitting on the sofa smoking, his whole body seeming to be shrouded in a layer of frost.

"What's wrong"

"Got kicked by a donkey," Huo Mingzheng said, brushing off some ash without looking up.

"A donkey You still keep donkeys here" Qin Heng looked puzzled.

How come every other day I'm either scratched by a cat or kicked by a donkey

For about three seconds, Qin Heng finally had a sudden realization and boldly guessed, “You mean Fu Yan”

Huo Mingzheng didn't speak.

Qin Heng's gossip fire burned to the top of his head. Cao Fang had already ignored him, even daring not to answer his phone calls. He only sent a text message saying he was very disappointed in him, saying that he had betrayed him.

If he doesn't say something today, he's definitely not going to make it through the night. He'll suffocate from being held back.

When did you and Fu Yan start dating

"Couldn't it have been last night"

"Grandpa, do you know She's your cousin. Do you think she would agree"

"No, you're getting engaged soon. Are you planning on keeping Fu Yan hidden away in a golden house"

"But I think she seems very resistant to you. Her personality wouldn't make her a suitable mistress, would it"

Huo Mingzheng frowned, a hint of impatience in his brow. "Choose a question to ask."

Qin Heng took a deep breath, this was too rare! In his heart, he frantically calculated which question would be the most profitable.

"Do you like paying for makeup"

"I refuse to answer."

Qin Heng glared, "You're being two-faced"

Huo Mingzheng stood up and straightened the rolled-up sleeves of his robe, "I only let you ask, I didn't say I would answer."

Qin Heng: "..."

Looking at the man's retreating figure as he went upstairs, he was overcome with rage in an instant and almost choked.

Ho Mingzheng stopped on the stairs.

Sunlight streamed through the frosted window, a blinding white mass, softening his sharply defined features. He spoke in a low voice.

"What" Qin Heng didn't hear clearly.

Huo Mingzheng flicked the ash from his fingertips, his expression still as indifferent as usual.

It's nothing.

......

Having hung up Liu Jie's phone, she immediately called Song Qing霜, but was told that her number was not in service.

Liu Jie only discovered that Song Qing霜 hadn't come home until lunchtime today. She waited until the afternoon, but Song Qing霜 still didn't return. When she called her, it was the same prompt.

Song Qingshuang attended a gathering of wives last night.

She is particular about appearances when she goes out and never drives herself. The Huo family has assigned her a driver, but the driver was sick yesterday and took leave. She drove herself yesterday, otherwise she would have been discovered last night not to be home.

"Cao Yuan, please take me to Yi He Yuan."

It was a top-tier private club. Last night's wives' gathering was held there. It was quite a distance from Huo Mingzheng's private estate, and it took an hour and a half to get there.

This club operates on a membership system. You can't get in without a card, but the manager recognizes Cao Yuan. He actually thought he was Cao Fang because the twin brothers look so alike, he couldn't tell them apart.

He immediately bowed respectfully and ushered Fu Yan into the door, "The waiter said Miss Fu came looking for someone"

"What time did Mrs. Huo, the fifth wife, leave last night" she asked straight to the point.

The manager let out a frustrated sigh: “I don’t know about that. The wives were having their gathering in the east wing last night. It was Mrs. Shen’s turn to host, and she didn't want anyone else disturbing them, so we weren't allowed near.”taring at the screen, not knowing what he was looking at, and that phone wasn't his either.I have a feeling I've seen this somewhere before.It didn't take him long to realize, that wasn't Fu Yan's pho...