The two of them stopped at the same time, staring blankly in the direction from which the sound came.

Jiang Can stood to the side, staring at them with wide eyes in surprise.

Although they were both being pulled along, it was clear that Yin Ruohong was the stronger party, and it seemed like she was holding something in her hand...

Yin Ruohong immediately snapped out of her daze and quickly hid the silver needles back in her sleeve!

"Can Can?" Huo Zhixing was taken aback, then immediately put on a dramatic act, clutching the carotid artery on his neck, frowning, and looking like he was holding back.

"What's wrong with you!" Jiang Can was startled and rushed to look at him.

"It hurts a little..." Huo Zhixing looked at her, "and I feel a bit dizzy."

"Young Master?!" Fang Han's face also turned pale. "Young Master, don't scare me! I was pulling you with all my might, but Chairman Yin couldn't even touch you..."

"Cough cough cough!" Huo Zhixing coughed violently for a while, then glared at Fang Han fiercely.

Fang Han then realized what was happening and immediately shut up.

Fortunately, Huo Zhixing's cough masked his last words.

Jiang Can immediately tensed up, cupping Huo Zhixing's face in her hands and looking him over from left to right, constantly asking him where he was injured, and occasionally glancing back at Yin Ruohong.

The look in her eyes as she looked at Yin Ruohong was filled with anger, completely devoid of the warmth she used to have.

"That little rascal!" Yin Ruohong was furious. "Trying to act in front of Cancan, are you? I'll teach you how to act!"

As he spoke, he took out the silver needles again, raised them above his head, and pretended to prick him.

Now Jiang Can saw it clearly, and stepped forward to protect Huo Zhixing tightly behind her.

She glared at Yin Ruohong, her expression serious and her demeanor imposing.

"Can Can, you..."

"President Yin, what are you trying to do!"

"Don't believe him, he's lying to you!"

"What are you holding in your hand?" Jiang Can asked, enunciating each word clearly. "I heard that Chairman Yin is an expert in acupuncture, but I never imagined that the silver needles in your hand today would be used to injure people!"

"..." Yin Ruohong's eyes widened, and he moved his lips, but couldn't utter a single word.

He could only watch helplessly as Jiang Canyi stood by Huo Zhixing's side, her heart and eyes filled with that man, afraid that he would be hurt in the slightest.

Old Chen sighed heavily, both amused and exasperated, "Ha, Third Young Master's acting skills are even better than Nie Xin's!"

"President, you're too excited! I couldn't stop you just now..."

Yin Ruohong smiled bitterly, a hint of self-deprecation on his face.

He had mustered up the courage to come to Fu Xiuyu today because he wanted to shamelessly ask her for a favor: to arrange for him to meet Yin Wenxi and reunite with Jiang Can and her father.

Now it seems there's no need for that anymore.

Yin Ruohong shook his head and turned to leave.

Huo Zhixing was initially very pleased with himself, but seeing his lonely figure, his slightly hunched back, and his desolate and solitary steps as he staggered out of the building, Huo Zhixing was deeply moved.

He was suddenly touched.

Jiang Can was still carefully checking his neck to see if there were any injuries.

He grasped her small hand, paused for a moment, and whispered to her, "I'm fine."

"Uncle Yin, what's wrong with you today? Did you two have a fight?"

Huo Zhixing looked towards the door, but Yin Ruohong had already disappeared.

Now that Jiang Can still cares for him as always, and is nestled in his arms like a little bird, he's no longer angry.

Then I started to feel sorry for Yin Ruohong again.

Putting himself in her shoes, if his own daughter were to protect her son-in-law in front of him in the future, he probably wouldn't feel much better either.

"Zhixing? Zhixing!" Jiang Can became even more anxious when she saw his absent-minded look. "What's wrong with you? Where did he stab you just now?"

"Can Can." Huo Zhixing looked at her and blurted out, "We won't have any more daughters!"

"Huh?" Jiang Can was completely confused.

"I don't want a daughter anymore." His tone became even more resolute.

Jiang Can took a deep breath, glanced at him several times for no apparent reason, and then suddenly pulled her small hand out of his palm.

This man must have been stabbed in the head by Yin Ruohong!

"You said last time that you didn't want to have a son!" Her tone was already a little impatient.

Yes, he won't have a son either! That little dumpling is so cute and fierce in his dreams, and she even tries to steal his wife. Why would he want such a little thing?

So he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I don't want a son!"

"I don't want a son, and I don't want a daughter!" Jiang Can crossed her arms. "So, in the end, you just don't want our child, right?"

What?

Huo Zhixing had learned his lesson this time and was determined not to get himself into trouble again. He shook his head vigorously, quickly denying it.

Jiang Can glanced at him, somewhat annoyed, then turned and went upstairs to her office.

She walked ahead, and he chased after her with a fawning smile.

"Wife..."

"Don't pull me!"

Huo Zhixing shamelessly forced his fingers together with hers, saying, "We used to walk together like this!"

"Not today!" Jiang Can glared at him.

Although he was still angry, Huo Zhixing saw a warm smile in her eyes.

His woman is actually very easy to please.

Huo Zhixing's heart softened, and he shamelessly put his arm around her shoulder. Jiang Can resisted a few times, but in the end she obediently leaned into his arms.

"Wife," he asked softly in her ear, his gaze full of affection, "may I go back to my room tonight...?"

"You and Fatty Orange seem to be sleeping quite comfortably on the sofa!"

"I don't want to!" Huo Zhixing protested. That guy was covered in hair, and he was a severe germaphobe. He had been on the verge of a breakdown for the past few days.

"Honey, how about I give you back the black card... I'll pay to get into the bedroom, okay?"

Jiang Can nodded, "Okay, then I won't get any more pocket money!"

"..."

Huo Zhixing remained silent.

I can sleep on the sofa, and I can tolerate the cat hair.

It's my allowance, and I absolutely cannot give it away!

Jiang Can couldn't help but laugh when she saw him like that.

"Alright, I'm not kidding you!" she said. "You really shouldn't follow me anymore. I'm going to the office to arrange a few things and then I'll come down and we'll go to your house together."

"My home?" Huo Zhixing was taken aback. "Grandpa sent you to the manor again?"

"It's not him, it's a confidant!"

Huo Zhixing then remembered that Huo Zhixin had been discharged from the hospital two days ago.

Aunt Yun called yesterday, asking him to bring Jiang Can back for a meal.

He was so busy sulking with Yin Ruohong that he overlooked the matter.

As the eldest brother, it's really wrong of him not to care about his sister's affairs.

Fortunately, there was Jiang Can...

Huo Zhixing looked at her tenderly, his fingertips brushing through her silky long hair.

"Okay, you go ahead and do your thing. I'll have someone prepare some gifts. Then we'll go home together to congratulate Zhixin on her discharge from the hospital!"

Jiang Can smiled, turned around and took two steps, then came back, tiptoed and gently kissed his brow.

Huo Zhixing was instantly revitalized; the gloom of the past few days was swept away by that kiss.