Chapter 11

nter of attention just by standing there; she didn't need to seek it out.Huo Mingzheng walked to Ji Qing's face, his eyes skimming over Fu Yan, his tone flat with a hint of aloofness: "Sorry, Presiden...Even hitting a dog should depend on the owner, right

Fu Yan's heart ached terribly, she couldn't help shivering, her steps faltered as she took a step back.

Old Master Huo glanced at Huo Mingzheng, “That’s true, but the Huo family has never had such a scandal for so many years. I was shocked to hear it.”

"It's all because those people below talk too much, bringing everything to Grandfather," Huo Mingzheng chuckled lightly. "Grandfather needn't worry about this small matter. I will handle it myself."

Fu Yan retreated backward and didn't notice the flower pot behind her. Her heel hit it, with a loud "clang," the porcelain pot shattered, and a thick layer of yellow soil split in half from the middle, scattering everywhere.

Her heart skipped a beat. The butler approached from the side, and she quickly lowered her head and hurried away.

"Who's there, all fidgety" Old Master Huo glared towards the shadows with displeasure.

The butler stopped, raised his neck to look, and replied, "It seems to be Miss Fu."

Ho Mingzheng was twirling a jade thumb ring on his left hand.

The housekeeper placed the tea in front of him, noticing the coldness in his eyes. He instinctively looked up, but all he saw was the clarity in his gaze, without a hint of emotion.

Hearing it was Fu Yan, Old Master Huo frowned, but he quickly retracted his gaze, acting as if he didn't care.

"To Huo Mingzheng, I'd like to say: in a month you'll be getting engaged. About that girl, Fu... things are almost settled, don't cause any more trouble at this crucial moment, it wouldn't look good."

Huo Mingzheng hummed in response, put down his teacup, and stood up.

As the last rays of sunlight fell on the shattered flowerpot, he took a step away.

"The young master knows his limits, so please rest assured, Grandfather."

Elder Huo took his teacup, "Out of all these children, I understand him the least."

The steward hesitated, "The second young master's thoughts are profound. If the eldest young master didn't..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore," he waved his hand, not wanting to continue the topic.

After a while, he spoke in a grave voice, "We need to settle this matter with Fu. Otherwise, the entire Huo family will be disgraced."

......

Song Qing霜 was at home tonight, lying on a beauty's couch and listening to a small tune.

Hearing Fu Yan call her name, she narrowed her eyes and looked over. Her gaze stopped, and she sat up, pointing to the back of Fu Yan's heel and asking, "What happened"

Fu Yan followed her gaze.

The stockings on her lower legs were ripped, with net-like cracks snaking all the way to her heel. There was a gash in it, oozing blood mixed with dirt, looking utterly dishevelled.

It should be from the flowerpot shards just now.

Before, she only felt cold and didn't realize she was in pain.

"It was just a scratch," Fu Yan kicked off her high heels and sat down on the sofa, taking out a few tissues to clean it up.

Song Qing霜 couldn't help but frown, got up and shook off her hand, "Is it clean or not What if it gets infected and leaves a scar"

Saying that, she called Liu Jie, who was the maid in the side courtyard, to bring iodine and cotton swabs.

"She yanked the stockings off, sexily. 'The wound isn't deep.'"

"Don't be careless, and don't overdo it either. Scars are so ugly! I raised you to have soft skin and tender flesh, not for you to mistreat yourself like this."

Song Qing霜 scoffed at her disheveled appearance while simultaneously taking the iodine and cotton swabs to clean her wound.

"Hiss~" Fu Yan inhaled a sharp breath, Song Qing霜 had never done such delicate work before, her movements were neither light nor heavy.

"Now you know pain" Song Qingxiang said with displeasure. "You bled so much and didn't notice, what were you thinking about"

Fu Yanqiang suppressed his emotions and silently shook his head.

"Why are you back today Is there something you need" Song Qing霜 lowered her head, her grip loosening.

Didn't you receive something from Chen Rang a few days ago

Song Qing霜 was startled, her eyes darted around, and she stammered, "What thing, there isn't anything."

Fu Yan didn't point it out, just quietly watched her. Song Qing霜 was watched so that her heart felt hairy.

Although Fu Yan was her daughter, in matters of principle, Song Qing霜 was made to submit by her.

It's not about being afraid of her temper, but rather being afraid of her silence. Playing mind games with her is a risky move.

Before long, she was defeated, threw away the cotton swab, and admitted, "It's a package."

Fu Yan thought about the bag Song Qing霜 had been carrying that night, worth over 200,000 yuan. Song Qing霜 had just bought a bag recently, so she wouldn't have bought another one in such a short time. But at the time, she hadn't thought much of it.

Seeing that Bao didn't speak, Song Qing霜 felt guilty and asked, "What's wrong with Bao"

Fu Yan sighed helplessly, "Return the bag."

That bag Song Qing霜 liked very much, she couldn't order it herself. She got it with great difficulty and didn't want to give it back easily, but she knew Fu Yan's temper very well.

I had no choice but to agree and say, "In a few days I will..."

"Tomorrow, I'll be going back." Fu Yan knew her mother too well to give her any loopholes.

Song Qing霜 pouted, obviously unwilling. A feeling of frustration welled up in Fu Yan's heart, and her eyes reddened.

She was humiliated and gritted her teeth, "Chen Rang turned around today and accused me of being a prostitute who took his things. He called it 'protection money'!"

Song Qingshuang was stunned, her face turning from red to white. She trembled and tried to speak, but she didn't know how to begin.

"If it weren't for Ji Lin telling me, I would have been kept in the dark. Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing"

Song Qing霜 was at a loss, flustered and stammering, “Yan Yan, Mom didn’t know it would be like this… I, how could I have thought that Chen Rang would dare to bite back at you even now”

Fu Yan shook her head. "He's desperate and will drag me down with him even as he dies."

What should I do now I really took his things, the police won't believe him, will they

Song Qing霜 panicked completely.

If this got out, both mother and daughter would lose face. Most importantly, it would ruin Fu Yan's reputation; how could she ever marry into a wealthy family after this

No household could tolerate such a wife.

"I still don't know," Fu Yan said, shaking her head. "Give me back my bag first."

Actually, the matter had already been settled. Ji Lin told her that Huo Mingzheng had arranged for it to be handled. No one knew how embarrassed she felt when she heard this.

But Fu Yan did not directly tell Song Qing霜, it was to let her remember this lesson and not dare to collect anything randomly.

Song Qing霜 was so frightened that her face turned pale. She hurriedly asked Liu Jie to go to the cloakroom and get her bag, and she called someone to send it back to the Chen family at night.

She collapsed onto the sofa, too afraid to look at Fu Yan's face.

She thought she was doing the right thing by trying to find a good husband for her daughter, but in the end, she was deceived.

"From now on, you'll be troubled by matchmaking again." Fu Yan picked up a cotton swab and treated her wound herself. She was good at knowing her mother's soft spots.

Song Qing霜 sat there blankly, nodding repeatedly.

Now that this has happened, whatever Fu Yan says is what it is.

Leaving the courtyard, it was already past nine o'clock. Fu Yan walked along the original path but was stopped by the butler at the weeping flower gate.

"Miss Fu."

She paused, nodding, a glimmer of surprise in her eyes.

The steward, respectful yet with a hint of detachment, said, "Master wants to see you."

Fu Yan frowned.g smile that vanished in the blink of an eye. He turned and walked into the house, leaving Fu Yan with a forlorn figure in his wake.Leaving Huo's house in a car, as the traffic on the road gradually i...