nding it to her."Take the medicine, don't vomit in my car."Fu Yan didn't forget, Huo Mingzheng had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.But she didn't explain either what she had vomited while at th..."Come in."

His voice was icy, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.

Fu Yan pushed open the door and walked in. Huo Mingzheng lowered his head to review documents, leaning back against the chair, side-facing the floor-to-ceiling window, his profile shrouded in shadow, making him appear especially profound and three-dimensional. "Put it on the table," he said.

She walked over and placed the teacup on his left.

When he is working, he always drinks tea with his left hand.

This habit Cao Fang and Lao Shu knew well, Huo Mingzheng didn't mind. He picked up a pen and signed at the end of the document.

"Anything else" He raised his eyes, his gaze pausing.

Fu Yan stood gracefully before her desk, her hair carefully styled behind her ears, revealing a flawless and pale complexion.

He then casually glanced at the teacup on his left, a smirk playing on his lips, "Trying to butter me up"

Fu Yan knew this wasn't the time to say goodbye, lest she upset him again. He was moody; who knows what he might suddenly want to do.

She could only pretend to be calm and say, "I think Uncle Luo is too busy, so I brought it over for him."

"How busy could he possibly be" Huo Mingzheng chuckled softly, picking up his teacup and taking a sip. "But if you're willing, I have no objections."

After putting down his teacup, he continued to go through the files. There was a stack of them on his desk, probably over ten centimeters high. He hadn't gone to the company; Cao Yuan had picked them up from there.

Once he enters work mode, he immerses himself in it, as if Dan was never around.

The estate was located halfway up the mountain, with guards stationed at the main entrance. It took her more than ten minutes just to run from the main building to the gate, and she wouldn't even make it before being caught and brought back. Let alone going down the mountain.

Now, she's no different from being in prison.

Anyway, she might as well stay up. She turned and grabbed a random book from the bookshelf, which happened to be "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

She flipped through several pages, her brow furrowed in disapproval. She couldn't bear to read any further and put the book back down. Her fingertips traced across the rows of books until she found one she could accept: "Love During the Cholera Years."

I wouldn't have expected to find this book in Huo Mingzheng's study. He doesn't seem like the type who would read this kind of book.

She used to really like it, around sophomore year of high school she bought a copy at a bookstore. She was obsessed with it at the time, but later on she lost track of where the book went.

After many years, I wonder what kind of feelings I would have if I read this book again with my current mindset.

Fu Yan opened the cover, but a bookmark slipped out from inside. It was a hard card with a cartoon character drawn on it, made to look like a bookmark.

She was taken aback.

He incredulously picked up the bookmark from his thigh and flipped a page.

Bookmark's back: FY

The heart is beating rapidly.

Yes, this bookmark was made by her during her sophomore year of high school. Back then, she was very into drawing cartoon characters and even drew a cartoon version of Ji Lin on the collar of his school uniform. At the time, Ji Lin complained about it verbally but never washed it off.

Later, she drew on the bookmark and wrote her initials in large letters on the underside.

> FY

She would never admit she was wrong.

But how could this book be here

How could he be at Huo Mingzheng's place

Two years ago, she hadn't even been here.

She clenched the book tightly in her hand and subconsciously looked at Huo Mingzheng. She bumped into his gaze unexpectedly. The man glanced at the book in her hand, his eyes filled with a deep, intense darkness that sent shivers down her spine.

Fu Yan felt her heart skip a beat, a feeling of panic washing over her. She whispered, "How did my book end up with you"spoke slowly, every word measured, "The environment here isn't like home. You've been through a lot and you must be tired. Go back."They are men, they don't have the same carefulness as women when tak...