e butler, Lao Luo, pretending to be concerned as she opened the car door.Luo Shu's attitude was respectful but not servile, "I only manage the affairs of the estate, Mr. Huo's other matters I don't co...Before getting off the bus, Fu Yan unzipped her bag and put her phone inside. With a clang, her phone seemed to hit something. Fu Yan opened it again and saw that there was an extra box in her bag.

A carved ebony box.

A thought flashed through her mind. She stared at the box unblinkingly, hesitated for two seconds, and then lifted the lid. Inside the ebony box lay a jade hairpin.

Her hand holding the box trembled involuntarily.

......

In the hospital ward.

Ho Mingzheng slowly sipped plain porridge, when Cao Yuan knocked on the door and entered, whispering, "Mr. Ho, the old master is here."

"Hmm." He continued to eat his porridge without looking up.

A side window was opened, and cold wind and sunlight came in at the same time, scattering the white mist from the bowl.

Old Master Huo, leaning on his cane, walked in accompanied by his attendant. He glanced around and said, "Have you just finished eating"

He knows Huo Mingzheng's schedule; even when he is sick or injured, he gets up on time. It's already 8:30 now.

Huo Mingzheng put down his bowl, "Slept soundly, woke up late."

"Old Master Huo was rather surprised, "You haven't slept so soundly in many years."

Ho Mingzheng remained noncommittal.

He hadn't slept this soundly in years, but it had been the past two years with Fu Yan that his nights were always peaceful. He didn't know if intimacy helped him sleep or if it was just because of Fu Yan herself.

Old Master Huo walked over, glanced at his grandson's face which had thinned out, and sat down on the sofa. The life assistant stepped forward to take the cane and stood beside him.

"When are you going back to the old house to recuperate"

Ho Mingzheng waved his hand dismissively and said, "I don't plan on going back to the old house. My mom and you could see me ten times a day if I did, disrupting my rest."

Elder Huo looked around. Even in the VIP ward of the hospital, it was too simple for him. "The conditions here are not good. There are so many people waiting on you at home."

"I have someone looking after me here, so you don't have to worry. You won't have to run around and get tired every day. If I get sick, it will be my fault." Huo Mingzheng smirked.

Both Huo Mingzheng and Huo Yuanshi were raised by Old Master Huo when they were young. Among their peers, the two of them were considered the most outstanding.

When it came to the talent of the two, Old Master Huo preferred Huo Mingzheng to become the heir. However, he was too defiant and disobedient. He resolutely chose a military academy despite his grandfather's wishes, which made him very angry.

As expected.

He understood Huo Mingzheng, but not entirely. The longer they spent together, the more like a mystery he became.

But although he seemed to have no knowledge of Yin and Yang, he could still hear it.

"Who's got you in a bad mood"

Huo Mingzheng drew a cigarette from the pack, fiddling with it in his hand. He didn't light it because Old Master Huo had lung problems and couldn't stand the smell of smoke.

He lightly raised his eyelids, and at that glance, the sunlight streaming in from outside seemed to freeze. "Have you put on rouge"

Old Master Huo narrowed his eyes, glanced at Cao Yuan, and said in a deep voice, "Who was talking too much in front of you."

"Don't interrupt me," Huo Mingzheng sneered.

"Yes," Old Master Huo took the tea brewed by his assistant, sipped it, and spat out a mouthful of tea leaves, "I did hit her."

"Reason."

Old Master Huo glanced at his open hospital gown and the bandage on his shoulder, his eyes meaningful. "What do you say"

Huo Mingzheng stubbed out his cigarette. "If grandpa wants to take revenge for me, there's no need. I've blocked all the knives myself. I haven't even laid a hand on her, so who has the right to fight her for me" fainted, but luckily Huo Yuan discovered her in time and sent her to the hospital. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.He pretended to jest: “If it hurts, scream it out. I won’t...