Chapter 4
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Fu Yan clenched her phone, her palms damp with sweat. He had indeed heard everything.
Before she could speak, Huo Mingzheng's voice, laced with coldness, cut through the silence, "You're quite eager, aren't you?"
Her heart trembled, and she didn't tell the truth, "My mother said the other party has good prospects. It's worth a try. A woman’s youth is fleeting; in a few years, I’ll be too old."
She noticed the route wasn't leading to her rented apartment but to the house Huo Mingzheng had bought for her.
Leaning forward, she tapped the seatback, "Secretary Cao, please drop me off here."
Secretary Cao, loyal to Huo Mingzheng, wouldn't act without his command, "Miss Fu, it's late, and you won't find a taxi here."
Ahead was a bustling area, yet he claimed taxis were unavailable.
He lied with a straight face, and Fu Yan had no recourse. She looked at Huo Mingzheng, who held an unlit cigarette, its end crushed.
Their eyes met, and he snapped the cigarette, scattering the tobacco.
"Pull over," Huo Mingzheng's voice was icy.
Cao Fang immediately steered the car to the side, braking to a halt.
"Get out."
Turning off the engine, Cao Fang exited the car without hesitation.
As Fu Yan reached for the door, a strong hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back!
"The other party has good prospects? How good, hmm?" His tone was a mix of anger and mockery, his breath cool and invasive.
Fu Yan struggled to breathe under his chilling tone, trying to push him away, but his iron grip was unyielding.
Huo Mingzheng wouldn't let her go easily. Unfulfilled at the Huo mansion, he would seize any chance to assert his dominance.
But now, Fu Yan couldn't discern whether he was unsatisfied or angry.
In the spacious backseat of the luxury car, Fu Yan was shoved onto the opposite sofa, forced into a humiliating position.
"Let go of me!"
She was both ashamed and furious. How could he act so recklessly in the car?
On the verge of tears, Huo Mingzheng tore her dress, binding her hands above her, pressing her down.
His smile was cold, eyes devoid of warmth, "I haven’t agreed to anything, and you're already looking for someone new? Do you think I'm dead, Fu Yan?"
Fu Yan knew he was furious.
Since she had messaged him about ending their relationship a week ago, his silent anger had been simmering, now ready to erupt.
But she hadn't expected him to be this unhinged.
Though the road was mostly empty at this hour, nearby residential buildings had lit windows, as if someone might look out at any moment.
Her anxiety made her hair stand on end, toes curling in fear.
But her tension only fueled his madness.
Huo Mingzheng's breath was scorching, his voice a low growl in her ear, "Repeat the message you sent last week."
Fu Yan whimpered, unable to form coherent words.
"Mm?" He tightened his grip, "Speak clearly, or you'll be punished."
His words were slow and deliberate, each one cutting like a blade.
In the stillness of the night, under the dense foliage, the black Bentley rocked slightly.
Forced to repeat the message several times, Fu Yan finally broke down, sobbing, "I don't remember! I never said that!"
He was deliberately using this method to ensure she would never dare to mention ending their relationship again.
To make her remember this lesson.
Her hand slid down the car window, leaving streaks of sweat. Her eyes glistened with tears, both pitiable and alluring.
Huo Mingzheng kissed the tear mole beneath her left eye, smiling as he released her hands, caressing her trembling back.
The encounter at the Huo mansion was nothing compared to the fury she now faced.
At 1:30 AM, Huo Mingzheng wrapped her in a long coat and carried her out of the car, her slender legs dangling weakly in the dim light.
Cao Fang kept his head down, not daring to look.
Fu Yan, exhausted, leaned against Huo Mingzheng as he carried her to the elevator, into the apartment, unlocking the door with one hand.
Inside, she immediately noticed three suitcases by the entrance.
The black one was Huo Mingzheng's, packed by her before his business trip. He had just returned today.
The silver and white ones were hers.
She had taken them to her rented apartment that morning, planning to move after the family banquet.
Now they were back, untouched.
It was clear Huo Mingzheng had them brought back.
She felt a lump in her throat, too drained to even muster a bitter smile.
Huo Mingzheng followed her gaze, then silently carried her to the bathroom, washing her clean, wrapping her in a bathrobe, and placing her on the sofa.
Fu Yan feared he would lose control again, unable to resist.
Her hand, sticky with sweat, was held by Huo Mingzheng.
"Didn't have dinner?" He observed her pale face, glistening with sweat, visibly unwell.
Fu Yan had vomited everything at the Huo mansion, then faced the old master's questioning, followed by leaving with Huo Mingzheng.
Too weak to speak, her low blood sugar and his torment left her faint, darkness encroaching on her vision.
Perhaps irritated by her condition, Huo Mingzheng left her on the sofa, where she slumped against the armrest.
Dizziness washed over her like waves. She cursed Huo Mingzheng for his cruelty, tyranny, and cold-heartedness.
In a daze, she heard footsteps. Huo Mingzheng returned, lifting her to lean against him, feeding her something.
Tasting sweetness, she realized it was glucose.
She was prone to low blood sugar, keeping candy at work and home for emergencies.
"Why didn't you say you felt unwell?" Huo Mingzheng set down the glucose, lifting her chin.
Fu Yan blinked tiredly, tears at the corners of her eyes, whispering, "Did you give me... a chance to speak?"
Huo Mingzheng studied her face, now regaining some color, her strength returning.
He sneered, "Were you cursing me just now for being heartless?"
Fu Yan hesitated.
Huo Mingzheng huffed, tossing her onto the sofa, "Ungrateful."
As she recovered, she noticed he was no longer in the living room, possibly having left.
Hugging her knees, she felt an emptiness.
In two years, she knew she held no place in Huo Mingzheng's heart. He felt no love for her, only possessiveness.
As the heir to the Huo family, he was the favored son, the center of attention.
Forcing her to retract her words about ending their relationship wasn't out of love, but because he alone decided when it would end.
He was the master of their relationship.
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