Chapter 98 She Loves Huo Qichen

Huo Qichen curled his lips, a little sarcastic, "Almost."

She covered her mouth in surprise.

It is known to the whole world that Zhou Liangqi loves Wen Yuan. The second daughter of the Wen family has a distinguished family background, is beautiful, and has a good personality. She is a very respected socialite in the upper class circle.

The two families lived close to each other, and Zhou Liangqi openly expressed his love for Wen Yuan when he was still a teenager, but Wen Yuan pretended not to know and continued to be friends with him.

Huo Qi Chen was not much older than them, so he could naturally sense some things. For example, Wen Yuan finished the college entrance examination and was admitted to the university he attended. Another example was that she tried every means to intern at Huo's company as his assistant, and the admiration in her eyes could be seen overflowing.

But he could only pretend not to know.

To achieve her goal, Wen Yuan designed to lock him in the same hotel room and express her admiration for him all night. She was clever and even threatened him, "Brother, being with me is the best solution. I think I'm not bad. I have a family background and I'm more suitable for you than any other woman. And they may not love you as much as I do. If you don't agree to me, when you open the door tomorrow morning, it will be surrounded by reporters."

Huo Qichen sat on the sofa the whole time, looking at the sky outside. "You don't even care about your own reputation, is it really that important?"

"As for that!" The beautiful Wen Yuan shed tears. "For so many years, I rejected countless people's pursuit for you, including Zhou Liangqi. Others don't know why, but don't you know, brother? Do you really not know?"

He raised his eyebrows, feeling only annoyed. "You have the right to express yourself, and I also have the right to refuse. To me, you are just a sister. I can give you anything you want, except love."

Wen Yuan almost collapsed and screamed hysterically: "Brother! But I love you, I have loved you for many years."

He then stopped responding.

The next morning, the hotel entrance was indeed surrounded by reporters, with cameras and cannons pointing upwards, taking many ambiguous photos. In the end, without exception, all of them were bought and destroyed by the Huo family. Not long after Huo Qichen withdrew, his assistant received the news -

Wen Yuan committed suicide.

Mu Yi was the first to learn the news. At that time, Huo Qichen was taking a nap in the back seat. He had been working non-stop on official business these days and was very busy.

Mu Yi thought for a moment, then spoke hesitantly.

After saying that, there was no response for a long time. Mu Yi looked at the rearview mirror and happened to see Huo Qichen slowly opening his eyes, like a beast awakening.

The man rubbed his temple and said, "Then go and take a look."

Wen Yuan cut her wrist meridians, blood flowed, and she was on the verge of life and death, just to see this man who looked down on her.

She won her bet, Huo Qichen really went to see her.

He looked at her wrist wrapped in gauze, tapped it gently, and looked up at her: "The worst thing a girl can do is belittle herself."

Wen Yuan always saw him dressing up beautifully. Today, he was lying on the hospital bed dying with pale lips, but he unexpectedly looked at him a few more times.

She wanted to laugh, "Brother, if you don't belittle yourself, I won't be able to see you."

Her eyes were red and swollen, showing signs of crying: "Brother, do you really not want me?"

The soft and desperate tone made Mu Yi behind her unable to bear it.

Huo Qichen leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, and had a very gentle expression.

"Xiaoyuan, you can put forward your conditions, I won't refuse."

This condition was of course material. Wen Yuan's tears soaked the pillow. She knew that Huo Qichen was always generous. It was said that the last girl who had pestered him asked for an unlimited black card, and he gave it to her without blinking, just for peace and quiet.

But Wen Yuan never wanted these, nor did she lack them. She wanted this man to accompany her for the rest of her life.

Is it possible? No, it’s impossible.

Huo Qichen would not give her a chance to speak under this condition.

In the end, she didn't say anything. Wen Yuan looked at him blankly: "Brother Achen, if I keep this promise, can I see you occasionally?"

Seeing each other occasionally is the greatest luxury.

Huo Qichen looked at her deeply: "Xiaoyuan, be obedient."

Wen Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and she couldn't control her sadness and burst into tears.

"Then she went abroad and hasn't returned since." Huo Qi Chen played with the idle Buddhist beads on the bedside table and spoke lightly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Jian Mo ate the melon with gusto, "I see, so it's because of Wen Yuan that Zhou Liangqi holds a grudge against you."

"I heard that he went abroad several times but never got to see Wen Yuan." He smiled faintly. "He clearly blamed me for taking photos in the hotel, slitting his wrists to commit suicide, and not returning from abroad. How can I not hate him?"

Jian Mo complained: "But these are not caused by you."

Huo Qichen looked up at the time. It was very late. "Does it make any difference?"

She choked, it seemed that it couldn't be said that there was no difference at all, at least there was a direct relationship.

Zhou Liangqi once told her that there was a woman by Huo Qichen's side, and now it seems that it was Wen Yuan.

Jian Mo seemed to understand, but he had already put down his Buddhist beads. "It's time to go to bed."

In the darkness, she clutched the corner of the quilt, feeling the masculine scent surging from her side. She felt a little nervous and suddenly asked, "Huo Qichen, when Wen Yuan pursued you so relentlessly, did you ever feel moved for a moment?"

His answer was neither fast nor slow, "No."

Tsk, so direct.

I don’t know why, but after hearing the response, she fell asleep quickly, as if relieved.

Jian Mo was not used to having someone sleeping on her side, so she always subconsciously leaned towards the middle until she bumped into the hot male body and suddenly woke up in the darkness.

Huo Qichen was a light sleeper and was awakened by the noise. His voice was hoarse, "What's wrong?"

Jian Mo didn't dare to move, nor did she dare to say that she was awake. She maintained this posture and continued to pretend to be asleep.

After a while, without getting a response, he covered her with the quilt, his movements gentle and carefree.

In the darkness, Jian Mo heard her own heart beating violently, a kind of heartbeat that was unique to men.

The next afternoon, she planned to go to the hospital to see Father Jian. Aunt Liu was worried about her being alone and insisted on going with her.

Liang Qiu arranged things very well and took Jian Zhou to take care of his father every day. Perhaps because of the suffering he had endured, he became diligent and dedicated.

That day, Jian Mo said hello to Liang Qiu and didn't let Jian Zhou come over.

In the ward, she talked with Father Jian for a while, and then Xu Ming walked in, "Xiao Mo."

Jian Mo stood up and said, "Brother Ming, I'm here to see Dad."

Xu Ming's eyes fell on her hand, and his pupils shrank. "I got the news a few days ago that you were sent to our hospital with a broken arm. I was just about to look for you, but I didn't expect you to have been discharged. Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm much better now, Brother Ming. Don't worry. The plaster can be removed soon." Jian Mo answered nervously under Aunt Liu's gaze.

Xu Ming, however, didn't care about the others at all. "How could there be a car accident?"

"…something unexpected happened."

Xu Ming's brows furrowed even more tightly. "Is it related to him?"