To My Dear Mr. Huo

Li Qianxue was relieved by Su Chenghui’s behavior.

If Su Chenghui could treat Su Qingsang like the illegitimate daughter she was and ignore her, then she would not bully Su Qingsang.

Moreover, Li Qianxue had always pictured Su Qingsang’s mother as a poor, deserted woman. Li Qianxue had thought that Su Chenghui had deeply loved Su Qingsang’s mother.

What a ridiculous idea that ended up being! If Su Qingsang’s mother knew her daughter lived such a miserable life, how would she react?

She had expected a lot.

...

“President Huo,” Yang Wenchang said, holding the car keys out to Huo Jinyao. “The car has been refitted and tested.”

“Well.” Nodding his head, Huo Jinyao gestured to Yang Wenchang to put the car key on the table. “How is the bid going?” he asked.

“Everything is fine. He Xuankai visited you twice, but I said you weren’t available. Are you willing to meet with him or...” Yang Wenchang trailed off.

“No,” Huo Jinyao said. He would never forgive a person who dared to plot against him. For the sake of Lee Junsheng, Huo Jinyao didn’t try to get revenge on He Xuankai.

“Okay, I will cancel the meeting. There is something else though,” Yang Wenchang said.

“What?” Huo Jinyao asked.

“Li Qianxue received our message. The Li Family will not go a step further,” Yang Wenchang replied.

“They do not dare to go a step further,” Huo Jinyao said. He was bound to protect his wife. If the Li Family was wise, they would not dare to be his rival.

“What about the hospital? Is everything alright there?” Huo Jinyao asked.

“Yes. Su Qingsang was allowed to have two days off,” Yang Wenchang replied.

Yang Wenchang noticed his words made Huo Jinyao’s hands shake slightly for a second.

“Two days off?” Huo Jinyao asked.

Although it was not too long, they could make it into a short honeymoon.

“President Huo.” A bad feeling filled Yang Wenchang.

As expected, Huh Jinyao raised his head and looked at him. “Cancel the meeting,” he uttered.

“President Huo,” Yang Wenchang replied, almost in tears. “There are three cooperative projects, one merger, an acquisition case, and the investment discussion on the schedule. Do you want to delay them?”

A coldness appeared in Huo Jinyao’s eyes. Noticing it, Yang Wenchang felt so scared that he started to sweat. Then Yang Wenchang said, “Yes, President Huo. I will arrange for that to be delayed.”

Yang Wenchang felt miserable. Could he get away with asking for a raise?

Huo Jinyao didn’t know what Yang Wenchang thought. Actually, he didn’t care about what he thought.

Huo Jinyao drove the refitted vehicle to pick up Su Qingsang and bring her home.

He had no idea that she had left the hospital to party with her colleagues.

...

When Su Qingsang picked up Huo Jinyao’s call, she was already sitting in the restaurant.

“Honey, where are you?” Huo Jinyao asked.

Hearing his familiar voice, Su Qingsang could picture Huo Jinyao’s expression.

“I am in Linyuan Restaurant,” Su Qingsang replied.

“Can I drive there to bring you home?” Huo Jinyao asked. After pausing for a second, he pleaded. “Come on.”

Su Qingsang was almost defeated by him. “This is just a party,” she said. “I drove my own car here, anyway.”

“But I am driving our new car now. I am eager to show you,” Huo Jinyao said.

“I can try it tomorrow.” Standing at the end of the corridor, Su Qingsang had her back to the room. She uttered, in a low tone, “We have plenty of time to drive it.”

“How long will your party last? I can wait for you and bring you home,” Huo Jinyao asked.

“Thanks.” Su Qingsang was so independent that she didn’t think of her husband as her whole life. “I can get back home by myself.”

Concentrating on talking with Huo Jinyao, Su Qingsang didn’t notice someone was approaching her.