Chapter 165

Yan had yet to figure out how to start, when Fu Hanlin pressed the elevator button.The door opened, and he walked in. "Come on in," he said."Alright." Fu Yan followed him in.The elevator slowly ascend...Cao Yuan's face was expressionless. "Then I will have to ask Miss Fu upstairs."

He used the word "please"

filled with a threatening chill.

Fu Yan knew Cao Yuan, who wasn't a man to spare women. He was ruthless and had no sympathy for them. If she persisted in resisting him, she would inevitably suffer physical abuse.

Suddenly, my phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Huo Mingzheng.

She picked it up, " Huo Mingzheng, what do you want"

"What do you think" Huo Mingzheng said in a flat tone.

Fu Yan stood in the vast underground garage, a cold light shining down on her from overhead, making her complexion look even worse. "You're keeping your mistress hidden away. Does Li Qin know about this"

"This is none of your concern, it's late, get some rest."

"I want to go back!" She could only feel her breath catching in her throat.

Huo Mingzheng said slowly, "I gave you a chance to go to the Huo family and explain, but you didn't listen. Do you think that after having a meal with me, you can bargain with me If you want to go back, don't even think about it."

Fu Yan's chest was getting increasingly tight. She clutched her phone, trembling uncontrollably. She hung up the call silently, turned around and opened the car door. Cao Yuan tried to stop her, but she pulled out a fruit knife from the car's glove compartment!

She has no way to deal with Cao Yuan.

She turned the blade toward her own neck.

Cao Yuan's face darkened. "Miss Fu, put down the knife."

"Fall back!"

The blade, gleaming with a cold light, pierced through the snow-white skin. Even Cao Yuan, known for his impassive face, now showed fear. He raised his hands in surrender, "Fine, I won't go."

Fu Yan held a fruit knife, got into the car, slammed the door shut, and started the car to leave.

Cao Yuan frowned and took out his phone to dial a number.

"Mr. Huo, Miss Fu has left."

"Leaving" the man's voice was cold.

Cao Yuan went over what he had said.

Ho Mingzheng sneered. She had actually drawn a knife.

Fu Yan's car was speeding; she just wanted to escape Huo Mingzheng's control as quickly as possible. She felt like if she stayed there any longer, she wouldn't be able to breathe.

The person who had been thinking about him day and night has finally come back, why does he still cling to her so tightly

Knowing full well how much she cared for Li Qin, he pretended not to see her heartache and sadness, pressing forward step by step, demanding that she stay by his side as a creature deprived of sunlight.

Why does Huo Mingzheng have to force her

The more Fu Yan thought about it, the more painful she felt. As the car drove onto the bridge, her breathing became increasingly difficult. Her vision blurred for a moment, and she didn't notice the car in front of her slowing down. By the time she reacted, it was too late.

She slammed on the brakes, but the car still plowed into the object with a deafening crash. Her head hit the steering wheel and she blacked out.

A Bugatti had stopped ahead. The driver was dumbfounded and turned to the man in the back seat, "Boss, it seems like we've been rear-ended."

The man's voice was low, "If you're not hurt, let's go down together and have a look."

The driver was like a chauffeur. Tonight, he picked up a fare at Drunkard's Paradise, a man who looked like a wealthy and powerful elite. The pay was generous, so he drove extra carefully. However, fog rolled in over the bridge, forcing him to slow down.

I didn't expect the person behind me to not notice and bump into me.

What on earth is going on

As he got out of the car, he kept looking back over his shoulder, muttering to himself, "It's all their fault, isn't it"

"That's not important, let's see if the other party is injured first." Fu Hanlin strode towards the car behind him.

Walking up to the car, the driver honked his horn and shouted, “Ma’am, ma’am!”

He turned to look at the man behind him, "He seems to have passed out."

"Call 120."

Fu Hanlin walked to the car and opened the door. When he saw the face that had fainted, his usual calm eyes suddenly trembled violently.closing the distance between them, but not too closely.Fu Yan's body stiffened, the soft handkerchief gently brushing across her forehead."Fu Yan, my grandfather really likes you."A man's breath brush...