C8

An Bowen raised his eyebrows and laughed out loud. Huo Rulie looked at him with a smile in her eyes. There was a trace of strangeness hidden in the depths of her smile.

"Since you've agreed to it, I'll have someone bring you over tomorrow. Don't regret it!" As he spoke, he stood up and walked outside.

"Take care!" Huo Lianqing did not show any signs of weakness, as if the game had already begun.

After seeing off Obo Wen, Huo Lianqing lay on the sofa and closed her eyes. In her mind, she recalled the scene from years ago. The pain was so excruciating that her chest felt like it was about to split open. Every time she closed her eyes in the dead of night, the scene before her eyes would unfold. This nightmare had been lingering around her for 8 years, and now it was finally time to release her. Thinking of this, she picked up the phone and called Gu Zhenhai.

"Zhenhai, I'm just one step away. Now, I'm only one step away. You can cheer me on." As she spoke, a tinge of sadness appeared between her clear brows.

"Lianqing, I …" "Wuwuwuwu!" "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu!" "I'm worried about you …" The voice on the other end of the phone was very hesitant, as if it was suffering from a great pain.

When Huo Lianqing opened her eyes again, the dazzling sunlight shone through the curtain of the French window. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and was just about to go to the bathroom to wash when her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number that Huo Lianqing picked up doubtfully.

"Get ready, my driver will pick you up in a moment." There was no politeness in his tone, only an ice-cold sentence. So it turned out to be Obo Wen. Huo Lianqing sat blankly on the sofa for a while. She turned around and went into the bedroom to pack her things. As the mistress of a rich man, she didn't really need to bring much stuff with her. As long as he was happy, the money, jewelry, clothing of famous brands would all come at once.

Thinking of this, Huo Lianqing quickly packed her luggage. Just as she dragged her luggage into the living room, someone had already rang the doorbell. There was a man wearing a well-groomed suit standing outside the door. He didn't show any expression on his face. When he saw Huo Lian looking at him with a respectful expression, he helped her push Li Jun forward.

"Miss Huo, sir asked me to come and pick you up." Huo Lianqing turned around and took a deep breath before locking the door. The sun shone through the French windows, but she locked the door. As she sat in the car, she felt a little uncomfortable. The driver seemed to be a wooden person, so he didn't say a word.

The car passed through the city and stopped in front of a luxurious villa on the outskirts of the city. Green grass covered all three sides of the villa. On one side was a lake, and the rippling waves made people feel relaxed and open-minded. The villa was Italian in style, with a low-key luxury that was sufficient to tell the taste of the owner.

On the right side of the house was a swimming pool. Under the sunlight, the water inside had a golden sheen that made people feel slightly dizzy. The driver got out of the car and ran to open the door for Huo Rulie. A servant had long since arrived to help Huo Lianqing carry her luggage. Huo Lianqing was led into the villa by a servant.

The decor inside was even more classical and unique and magnificent. Huo Lianqing was surprised to find that Ambowen was actually sitting in the living room, thinking that he was not at home.

When he saw Huo Rulie walk in, he was still sitting on the sofa, drinking tea leisurely. However, his eyebrows were slightly raised.

"I'll let my wife take you to your room upstairs." With just that one sentence, she didn't even give Huo Lianqing a second glance. Huo Lianqing suspected that this man might not have any heart at all. She indifferently restrained him from going upstairs.

The servant called Mrs. Wang led Huo Lianqing to a very spacious room. Although it was not the master bedroom, the lighting was very good and the view from upstairs was very wide. The room was arranged according to a girl's preference, and the bedspread was also a recent one. Pink lace curtains, a retro European dressing table, and a closet full of new clothes that had not taken off their labels.

Sister Wang had already opened the suitcase for Huo Lianqing and arranged her daily necessities. Aunt Wang looked to be in her forties, and she only said one sentence from the moment she entered to the moment she finished her preparations to go out.

"Miss Huo, what orders do you have for me?" Before Huo Lianqing could thank her, she had already gone downstairs to close the door. They were all weird people, yet there was not a single living person in this huge villa. They all had lifeless faces.

Huo Lianqing sat on the bed and looked around the room. She liked the color of the wallpaper too. She liked the color of the curtains too. It seemed like they had just been prepared. There were all kinds of famous cosmetics on the dresser, and all kinds of jewelry inside the drawer. There were also exquisite handbags.

Although Huo Lianqing had been in the upper class for many years, she had never seen such luxury. There were simply too many priceless items in the room. Out of his room, on the right side of the stairs, there were two rooms, probably Umbo's study and bedroom.

Huo Lianqing only went around upstairs before she returned to her room. When she went back and forth, she only saw a few servants and they all walked over with their heads lowered. He didn't know if it was because he was strict with his discipline, or if he could just avoid them, but was his identity something that they couldn't be bothered about? Huo Rulie lay on the bed, deep in thought. When she closed her eyes, she felt dizzy, as if she had fallen asleep.

When he woke up, the sky had already darkened. It seemed like someone had entered the room because of a floor lamp. The lights were dimmed, and the yellow light made the room look warm. Had he come in? Huo Lianqing got up and straightened her clothes. She picked up the phone beside her and sent two short messages to Gu Zhenhai.

It was as if this fellow was just sitting there waiting for a phone call from Lianqing. When he received the message, he immediately replied with two messages. Huo Lianqing looked at the two messages Gu Zhenhai replied with a sour feeling in her heart. Gu Zhenhai stood beside him, watching over him attentively and quietly for so many years.

Even though she knew she didn't like him, she still stubbornly stayed by her side. She never opened her mouth to express anything, afraid that she would feel sorry for him. Huo Rulie shook her head. It wasn't the time to be thinking about this. In order to fulfill her duty, Huo Lian got off the bed to dress herself up. At this moment, there was a light knock on the door.

"Miss Huo, are you awake?" It was a young voice.

"Mm, come in." Huo Rulie sat by the dressing table and looked in the direction of the door. She wanted to see if the owner of this young voice was the same young man.

The person who opened the door was indeed a young girl who looked even younger than him. Her skin was a little black, but her pair of clear eyes were sparkling. Her lips were slightly purplish as well, forming a sharp contrast against her pair of black and white eyes. Looking at her body again, she was wearing casual loose clothes and a pair of shoes made of black velvet. Her figure was very thin, without any form. One could tell at a glance that she was stunted.

Huo Lianqing suspected that there was no way An Bowen would be able to find such a "child worker." The girl smiled at Huo Lianqing. She was the first one to smile at Huo Lianqing after she entered the mansion, and Huo Lianqing now had a slight favorable impression of her.

"Dinner is ready, please go down to eat." Her tone was polite and distant, but compared to the expressionless faces of the others, it was much better. At the very least, there was still a trace of a friendly smile on her face.

"What's your name? You're new here?" Huo Lianqing put down the lipstick in her hand and asked with a smile.

"I'm not a servant here. I came to see my mother during the holidays." Sensing the emotion in her tone, Huo Rulie nodded apologetically.

"Is Mr. An downstairs?" Huo Lianqing finally brought up the topic that she was concerned about.

"Mister An isn't back." The girl had already left, and Huo Lianqing followed after her. At the foot of the stairs, when Aunt Wang was standing there, the girl stepped forward.

"Mom, Miss Huo is coming down. I'm going to read. " A slight smile appeared on Aunt Wang's face.

Huo Lianqing froze for a moment. She was actually the daughter of Aunt Wang. She couldn't see any resemblance between the mother and daughter. Sister Wang led Huo Lianqing to the dining room. It was all European style. There was a large bouquet of flowers in a vase in the middle of the dining table. Aunt Wang walked in front of her and pulled up the chair.